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

Her fall was broken by a rising wave, an attempt to cushion the blow that robbed her of any control. She sputtered and cawed, salt stinging her eyes and weighing her plumage down as she was lowered to the ground in a mess of damp feathers and fur. She gasped, face red from the effort as she tried to rise into some semblance of order, only for her limbs to slide out from under her and topple her once more. While the ground cracked and water sloughed from her with the force of a torrential downpour, she had no choice but to listen to Goomie chastise them and felt her spirits flounder as the Slime slank away, captives in tow.

What should have been a heroic outing to change the world was falling apart and she laid limp where she fell, unable to find the energy to meet her failure head on. In that state she barely noticed the cable striking her till Akari tried to come around and secure it. She blinked great big kaiju eyes, wondering how she was planning to get that around when she already flush to the ground, but figured if she was determined enough she'd attempt to fly under her chest or neck and risk being flattened.

The idea of compounding her failure with crushing another life floored Yeshua, dousing whatever interest she may have had in resisting further. First she wrecked the city and now she was wet, miserable, and chastised by a brain dead slime. If that wasn't enough a fog was rolling in, making Akari's efforts even more dangerous and further matching Yeshua's defeatist attitude. Catching the woman's attention with a low chirp, she made a show of slowly reaching forward, putting her wrists together with talons locked together while her wings furled behind her. 

While they couldn't speak, it was the surest sign she could give that she wasn't going to cause more trouble.