Priroda returned the charge, and held the sickle before her face with her good arm. The run only lasted but a few sparce moments, but it felt like an eternity to her. Adrenaline was finally starting to hit her body, and the result was a state of hyper awareness. Priroda mentally noted the sweat on her brow, [i]Im loosing wind fast. Gotta hurry![/i], and each loose pebble beneath her feet. [i]Footin is unstable, i wont be able to rely on leverage to submit him.[/i] she also took note of the hooks, and how it made it neigh impossible to let her unarmoured areas touch you without reveiving a wound.

Priroda decided to let her brass armour worry about the hooks, and kept running. She ran not to her opponent, but just past him, ready to dodge any physical strike in the process, and taking in the possibility of you "Phazing" again. As she passed her foe on his right side, she quickly moved the for a short, choked, horizontal slash, aiming from right to left at eye level (upper chest area to you, due to size differences). At best the blade would graze him. The attack would overall seem feeble, and too risky to be worthwhile.

The sickle acted as a catalyst though, as did the hammer. A short 1 second delay after the swing, whilst priroda took stance (hopefully) behind her foe, a long, vinelike tendril burst from the earth, roughly 3 feet in front of priroda's malformed opponent. The vine angled up just enough to potentially strike the same area that the previous blade swing was aimed for. This vine was a light green with dark purple, quarter inch thick thorns that would, if contact was made, paralyze a foe with their toxic pores. Priroda of coarse had developed an immunity to these pores, due to working with them, but for anyone else with a pulse, or nervous system, they were extremely potent.

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Sol chewed her nails nervously as she watched her sister, and prayed for the best. Her godess whispered to her softly to quell her fear. "Calm child, and be faithfull. Your sister fights not for the just balance of nature, but for you. It is not duty, nor responcibility that drives her now, but her undying love. And love is stronger than any weapon."