"Even if its an alpha they'll be fine! Kensen and Gage know what they're doing even if your little friends don't!" They had known full well prior to going out what was out there even if they hadn't told Ethan or Nymira, as if they would blindly send anyone into battle. Even if the Rökorm was an alpha variety it was nothing her people couldn't handle. More important than any of the girl's hysterics though was the blatant fact that somehow she knew something was happening. There was raw intuition and then there was something more altogether and Amuné appeared to fall in the latter half. But could the little Ydran girl really possess such an ability? The overbearing look of guilt on the girl's face said yes even when she uttered a meek no, and Taliya was unable to hold back the laughter that followed.

"Relax squirt, I don't give a shit if you've got Sight or not! That ability is hardly useful most of the time anyways!" the woman laughed, getting up from her seat and moving towards a bookshelf, "Don't you know how your own ability works? It's things that [i]might[/i] happen, not things that are happening. Of course they [i]might[/i] somehow die, but hell, you can die on the shitter! Stop being so hysterical and pretend like you have some faith in the people around you. To me it sounds like you doubt they can do anything." Sifting through the few books on the shelves she found a worn, leather bound journal, its pages frayed on the ends and several sticking out. Setting it on the table nearby she flipped through the pages until she found the entry she was searching for, waving Amuné over and pointing to the page.

"This is what your friends are probably fighting right now, they're known as Rökorm. They're crafty bastards that manipulate air pressure and currents but its nothing too serious, killing them is easy enough," Taliya explained, pushing the book closer for Amuné to see. The written text was scrawled and hastily recorded and a mediocre albeit accurate illustration of the beast accompanied the entry that filled an entire page in of itself. "Cedric made a journal of beasts he encountered, to get us all up to speed when we fought. There's an awful lot of shit out there in the world you've probably never heard of, lots of shit way worse than a Rökorm. If you're so worried about a damn snake then you're not cut out for this girl." 

How was she ever supposed to know that air magic could be so troublesome? Without Ethan distracting the Rökorm it was easily able to snuff out her flames before they ever got close enough to harm it and even then she couldn't muster up another high heat blast like before. How long could Ethan keep up his chase until he grew tired or the Rökorm lost interest? They needed another way to fight this beast before it had a chance to strike back. The Vazra around them didn't do anything to help the situation either. There had to be something she hadn't considered, some way to cripple the beast and make killing it easier. Kensen and Gage were not going to help them and she accepted that, it was left wholly to her and Ethan to figure this out. 

Crap. Crap. Crap. How long did Nymira plan for him to keep this up?! Ethan liked to think she had a plan in mind but so far all he'd done was run in circles with a giant serpent monster at his heels. The Vazra showing up too meant he was cutting corners hard to avoid not only the Rökorm's attacks but them as well and he was quickly running out of energy. Kensen and Gage were helping a bit by taking some of the pressure off of them but the big concern was still the Rökorm and the fact they had no way of killing it. Sliding on his heels as a Vazra nearly ran into him Ethan had to drop to his knees and slid right under it, scrambling and diving again to the side when the Rökorm threw a gust of wind at him. "Nymira, now would be an awesome time to kill it!" Ethan shouted frantically, back on his feet and running again. "Seriously, do something, please!"

"What do you think I'm doing? Just keep moving!" There had to be some way to kill the Rökorm, a way to cripple it. Yes its attacks were troublesome but the real issue was just reaching it, with how it moved and flew about they were at a terrible disadvantage on foot. Scanning the environment for any kind of aid they might use Nymira saw a handful of trees still standing in the aftermath and promptly came up with a plan of action. What if they could pin it beneath a fallen tree? If even for a second it might give them the window they needed, like luring a hunt target into a trap. "Ethan, take it back towards the trees!" the Dimuran shouted, racing towards them herself. Behind her a Vazra howled and was hot on her heels and she'd have turned to fight it had Gage not skewered its hind leg with his harpoon gun and dragged it off of her, nodding gratefully before continuing on her way. If this didn't work she'd be officially out of ideas.