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[hr][hr][center][color=a2d9ce]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 𝟙   / /   ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤   / /  𝟚𝟙𝟚𝟝[/color][/center][hr][hr]

"[color=a2d9ce]Oof![/color]" What little air was left in her lungs after that exertion was promptly expelled as Cal was batted away like a poorly pitched baseball. She hit the ground hard, holding her hands up over her head as she tumbled and rolled. She lost her grip on her sword just as she came skidding to a halt, digging one hand into the earth to stop the momentum. She could feel the dirt pushing itself up into her fingernails, but the ability to coherently process just about anything else escaped her in that moment.

Dazed, she rested her cheek against the cool earth. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her head was swimming. She'd expected the thing to be strong, but... that was a hard hit. A [i]really[/i] hard hit. The conclusion of the creature's enraged scream quickly brought her back to the now. The giant hippo-bird was charging. She needed to do something-- to react. To fight. To run away?

As Callan pushed herself to her feet, she looked down at her knees. Aside from the roughed up state of her clothing, she was fine. Not a scrape. 

"[color=a2d9ce]Heh...,[/color]" she half smirked, pushing a rogue strand of aquamarine hair out of her eyes.

She grabbed her sword, took three running steps and jumped towards the monster again. A direct aerial attack hadn't worked out so badly just now. She aimed a bit lower this time, hoping to catch the throat of the hippo head with her sword as she swung again. The mobility of the bird head would surely make it a more difficult target. If she could completely wipe out one head, perhaps the other would be easier to deal with.