Darya spins on her heel at the roar and assesses the situation quickly. "[color=adf2fa]Frontal assaults won't work, but if we can distract it, we should be able to buy Tony time,[/color]" she mutters to herself. Glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the group, she calls, "[color=adf2fa]We need to draw it away! Try flanking it![/color]" She sheathes her sword and kneels, hands pressed to the earth.
The earth's crust is made of a number of plates, constantly shifting over and under each other upon an endless sea of molten rock. This fluctuation, the perpetual [i]change[/i], is what Darya calls on. From her perch on the North American plate, she asks it to [color=adf2fa]tear[/color].
The ground beneath the Drakon shakes, then splits. A several-meter-wide crack opens beneath the monster's right hind, aiming to trap its leg. Darya sways upright and takes up a defensive stance, face flushed and breathing heavily.
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Reagan's eyes dart from the Drakon to the unprepared members of their group. [color=fcf4a3][i]Not good.[/i][/color] With an inhuman speed, they're suddenly between the other demigods and the monster. A small cylinder appears in their fingertips, and they pop it open to a Celestial bronze bo staff.