[@SilverDawn] [@daltar]

Pressured gale after pressured gale, Mabel was sent rolling flying and tumbling towards the head of the creature she stood upon. Instinct, or something else pushed her to pull the dice from her pocket and flung them midair along with her. In an instant, they glew, and so did she, a bright yellow-white glow that seemed to quickly perish just as fast as it appeared. Afterwards, however, Mabel was fired towards the head of this beast, faster than the others..

She flew, her legs stabilizing below her as she did so, and quickly she aimed herself for a landing area. Her footing nearly gave out as they collided with the rough skin on the snout of the creature. But somehow she managed.

When she stood tall, turning to her right, Mabel came face to face with the eyes of the creature she stood upon. 

[b]"Hello there.[/b]" She bravely stated, flippin her dice wihin her right hand.