Iridessa no longer had any time to admire the Scar. It turned out she could apply her skills against the harpies, drakes and miscellaneous storm denizens, and had a grand old time burning them to cinders. She'd never seen the creatures before. They were wonders to look at, albeit horrific ones. As much as she enjoyed the chance to test her skills, she found herself tiring quickly. It took significant portions of her strength to vanquish any one of the creatures, and the conditions of the Scar didn't make it any easier. Buffeted by strong winds carrying whole deserts' worth of dust, and the constant thunder and flashes of bright light were starting to grate. Looking around, she realized the events on deck around her were equally chaotic. They were limited, and the storm was not. The shouts of the commander reflected that, and Dess willingly retreated, using the last of her strength to blast through an attacking harpy. She made it to the stairway relatively unharmed, although a sheen of sweat covered her body.