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[indent]Normally, Siena wasn't an awful tactician, but normally the lives that she played with weren't [i]real[/i]. The girl that she had tried to draw the attention away from had fallen into the mass of spaghetti, and though Siena did her best to pull it back, she couldn't help but cringe a little at the development. That was, by and far, the last thing that she had wanted to happen. Hopefully there wasn't too much danger in that, but the rational pull of blue told her that was wishful thinking. With monsters, nothing really lacked the thrill of danger. Unfortunately, the rational side that she wanted to follow didn't let her think long before the noodle-lord turned its attention to her. 

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Red, I can do red. Red can at le--oh no.[/color]'[/i] The other girl was still on the noodles. Risking something as volatile and vicious as red luxin or sub-red was not only asking for Siena to give into instinct, but it was more than likely going to roast the other girl. The brunette froze, her breath catching in the back of her throat as panic mired itself deep into her thoughts, her emotions starting to break free from her mark's. Bad sign number two. He wasn't going to be with her much longer. The spaghetti creature was getting closer, and every muscle in Siena's body refused to respond for a terrifying instant.

Almost on instinct, Siena drafted a small, basketball sized orb of red. Rationally, her mind screamed to stop--[i]stop it, now![/i]. Someone was still on the beast, but a wild desperation to survive dug deep into Siena's mind. Breath coming short, she didn't even bother sealing the luxin before launching it towards the spaghetti monster, hoping that the resulting burning sensation would deter the hostile. The ball flew forward, slower than her previous attempts, red luxin shimmering as it broke free from its shape.

That, as it turned out, was a mistake. 

The blast hadn't even managed to reach the creature when it suddenly broke down and vanished--along with all semblance of pressure in the back of her mind. Gone. She was defenseless. The desperation and anger converted into mind-numbing terror. [i]She was going to die[/i]. The mage staggered a step back, her legs almost giving out beneath her weight. She should have run, but the thundering heartbeat that rang in her ears scrambled all rational thought. 

No sooner had she processed that she should be prepared to meet an untimely end, another creature came rushing in to tackle the spaghetti monster, letting loose an ear-shattering roar. It was only the size of a horse, and it might have saved her, but Siena was more than aware that she was defenseless--[i]she'd left the knife in the squirrel, hadn't she? Stupid, stupid girl[/i]--and at any moment the creature could have turned to her and decided that she was a better snack. A better, more protein-filled snack. Swallowing a breath of air, the mage backed up a few steps, her stance shaky and her thoughts almost blank. 

She should have run.[/indent]