[center][h1][color=forestgreen]Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet[/color][/h1][/center]

Yeshua knew she wasn't the brightest of bulbs, but trying to talk to Goomie was like addressing a puppy. A very large, gelatinous puppy who consumed everything she had the slightest interest in. Being the hero she was, Yeshua didn't want to have to discipline the slime in front of all the MFF and HART, but it was growing difficult to see a way out of this that didn't end in Goomie dissolving all those people and slinking off into the ocean.

Then again, could she even fight Goomie with all those people inside her? She'd be as heartless as those no good MFF who keep trying to bomb the slime, no doubt writing off the lives of those still struggling inside her, slowly being dissolved into some slurry for nourishing Goomie. Or so she assumed, anyway.

[color=forestgreen][b]"Look, Goomie, you have to stop grabbing people like this or everyone's going to keep thinking we can't be friends. Let those people go and we can talk about thi- KIYAH!"[/b][/color] Terrorkeat's attempt at reason ended in a piercing shriek as she staggered forward, her ignoring the chittering of tiny humans earning her a barrage of missiles to her unguarded back that scorched feather and furr alike, a patchwork of blackened feathers clustered together while she dropped to her knees with a clawed hand braced to the docks, talons cleaving through hard asphalt with ease.

A guttural groan came from the kaiju's lips as they twisted between a hard line and a snarl, Yeshua fighting hard to restrain the impulse to lash out. Not when they still had a chance to make it work. Not know when it was their best chance for cooperation. Her tail whipped about, sending a roaring updraft of wind out behind her to deter any further missiles while she plaintively looked up to Goomie, noting she was no on her level, and extended a clawed hand to the slime.

[color=forestgreen][b]"Let the humans go, and I can take you for enough away we can talk in peace. Please."[/b][/color]