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[color=FFB5BB]Time:[/color]Afternoon
[color=FFB5BB]Location:[/color]Forest
[color=FFB5BB]Interaction:[/color][@Tae][@Helo][@HowlsOfWinter]
[color=FFB5BB]Outfit[/color]:[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/59/66/3d596606ba0b83b51f43367692ad2e96.jpg] This outfit, but imagine the cape is down to her ankles and the skirt is shorter.[/url]
[color=FFB5BB]Inventory[/color]:Ama pouch, map, berries, 2 potato cakes, a knife, some rope, and a blanket. 
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Clara had quickly maneuvered herself out of the way of the beast’s attack, however it managed to scratch her and rip into her forearm, scratching into her skin.  Blood trickled down onto the grass but she ignored it. It didn’t feel like it was too deep. She glanced over at Kenia’s comment as she straightened herself upward to prepare to attack , [color=FFB5BB] “Nah. We got this.”[/color] 

She listened to Kenia’s commands as it was distracted by the light magic. [color=FFB5BB]”Coming right up!”[/color] Clara called to her. She wondered what was so bad about the tail, but figured it did not matter as long as she listened. She began to focus on lifting dirt and rocks from the ground to smash on to her tail. Clara spent a decent amount of time doing this before she noticed Boreas flying up toward the creature. [color=FFB5BB]”Boreas! No!! Here, here little bird! Come back!!”[/color] Clara tried to call him back, even trying to make bird noises after she spoke. She stared in shock as he clawed at the eye, blinding it in the one. Boreas ended up swooping back around and he went straight into its mouth. The beast began choking, blood spilling from its mouth.

Had he just… killed himself… to help them? 

Her gaze slid toward Bowyn and she felt heartbreak for him. He had seemed to have been so fond of the bird, treating it more like a friend than a pet. Her eyes watered but she tried her best not to start crying as it would just make this harder. 

Bowyn soon started going insane on the wings, conjuring what looked like really sharp icicles to Clara. With the wyvern distracted, she was sure the attack could possibly make the wyvern fall to the ground, giving them a much better advantage. Then maybe she could ground it in place so it couldn’t charge at them once that happened. For now, she packed on as much dirt and rock onto the center of the tail until it looked like the tail was being weighed down. 

An idea popped into her head. Clara could imagine the light bulb over her own head in that moment. 

She began to move her hands toward each other in a crushing motion as if she was trying to pop an invisible balloon in her hands. The elves had taught her that using motions she wanted with her hands helped solidify her intent. She attempted for the case around the tail to begin squeezing the tail harder and harder. Clara’s face contorted from the effort but she didn’t stop.