[u]Codi Bailey [/u]

Codi was actually starting to feel stress from the exertion of delivering blows, and the very tips of the first pair of arms on Reef that she had used since the beginning of the exercise had actually started faintly shaking, although Codi was the only one who noticed the quality in them. She wasn’t the only one becoming tired, the parasitic urchin was also getting worn out, but she also saw that the shaking was a good thing. The shaking meant that to some extent a kind of physical limit had been reached and now working past it could yield an increase in overall strength, although chances were the appendages would reject movement tomorrow, and she would have to figure out a way to work out the soreness. She intended to keep going, though, because the faintest of spasms told her all six of the arms were about to start behaving as though they were ‘burning’. She looked at Jago through the shield, “Well, if the arms won’t work, I’ll charge you with spikes, but if it gets to that point, stand a good few feet away, just in case.” She advised.

Nothing about her manner or tone suggested she was mocking him or returning the bravado in any form or fashion, but genuinely giving a warning meant to protect his safety. It was not difficult to examine Reef on her back, and at least suspect that it was one of a stinging variant. Its bright colors and patterns, which were highly reminiscent of flames to the point that they almost gave the illusion of having a glow, practically screamed ‘fire urchin’ to anyone that looked at it. The spines themselves looked like swords, because of their length, and paired with venom, the prospect would be unappealing even to those with armored skin. Hitting this urchin would not cause splinters, but perhaps completely spear through a limb.

Codi then returned to performing the fourth set of her barrage, four arms at once striking the shield, the same number as before, but it was to be expected now that she would add a fifth after the next pause.

[u]Atticus Fowler [/u]

Atticus, upon Adam’s prompting, took into account that he was holding his instrument case, “Ah, my saxophone. I had been playing it, and I suppose I brought it with me on a whim. It isn’t really of any use here, but if I’m thinking too much over something, I find myself doing things and not remembering why I did them in the first place. No, though, I wouldn’t play it in here, there’s too many people who need to rest. I’m glad everyone is alright, though. That should settle my thoughts, a bit.”

[u]Rosette Sauveterre [/u]

Rosette looked at the person who had noticed that she had a complete absence of animal protein in her meal, a touch of ire in her gaze at the comment referring to her as a little girl. She might have snapped in an extremely harsh fashion, if she wasn’t exhausted from a life-threatening chase, so instead, she decided to more calmly correct the error, “I know that my appearance is highly deceiving, but I am in reality twenty-two years of age.” She said, forcing the anger back down, and to prevent herself from saying anything else, took a bite of her baked potato.