Well shit.

And then one is underwater, and one has choices to make.

One's choice to specialize, when it comes to the training of gifts of spiritual power granted to one of a noble bloodline of Hymair, can be beneficial at times. One's choice has already been made there, and this is not one of those times. Azazuka clinging to her arm does not distract one with dreamy thoughts now, as crisis clears all such thoughts quite thoroughly. There is no wood essence nearby, no plant that aren't suffused enough with water essence to be useless against a creature of corrupted water like this. And while on land water would feed wood, surrounded by an element not your own is a terrible place to face a creature who belongs there.

And so, the backup plan, a knife pulled out by reflex even as you (we are back to being you instead of one, training has been run through and your mentor's speech habit banished until the next time it is needed) took in a deep breath to hold throughout the hopefully bloody violence that is about to unfold. A knife, and shedding layers of restrictive cloth, veil and overrobe free as modesty loses to survival and a kick forward to swing the knife, just so, into the eye of this hellish snake.

A click as it bounces off scale, the blow misjudged, is all that greets her.

[quote]Defy Disaster: 5+1 = 6, aka drat.[/quote]