Spirits and ghosts swirl around her, the cosmic shockwaves of minds that learned to hide themselves in the spaces between atoms. Heaven is empty and the gods are all here.

She reaches out with crackling fingers and the world shapes itself to her need. Oxygen crackles and the air runs thin as it is dragged out of the air. Carbon disassembles into its component parts. The flames still licking at her scales run dry as their breath is stolen and concentrated into the point of her fingers. All this broken matter forms together into a flask made of blue ceramic, decorated with the white figure sketches of early 2000s webcomic artists. It uses a single boar tusk as a stopper, attached to the neck of the flask with a string, and when it is uncorked the pop is almost as satisfying as the grapelike smell from within.

Solarel tosses it to Nierka. [i]Drink![/i] she signs enthusiastically. [i]You'll cramp otherwise![/i]

And with that, and an enthusiastic thumbs up, she's gone.

She follows her own advice as she clambers down the side of the [i]Sea Spike[/i]. Each time she has a spare moment a new flask forms in her hand - this one white tropical wood inlaid with rhinestones, this one a silken waterskin still bearing scars from lion's talons, this one reinforced plastic hard enough to endure a napalm strike... - and takes a single sip before letting it fall so that she can use both hands to leap to the next section. Each time the flask dissolves before it hits the ground and reforms in her waiting hand, shape and contents unique each time. 

Zaldarians have between two and five power cores in their bodies. Fewer cores mean shorter discharge cycles, quick to fill and quick to empty. Twitchy girls. Five cores gives you the aspect of the bear; slow and deliberate and unstoppable when you get going. Solarel has three - one at the back of her neck, another above her tail and a third above her heart - and in the aftermath of a fight they [i]ache[/i]. 

She's not built like a human or catgirl, with their weird artificial seawater circulation. Her blood consists of a thick, golden lubrication/coolant nanofluid that forms into fatty deposits on breasts, thighs and most extensively in the tail. It's a multifunction compound - it can supercharge the nervous system, enhancing reactions and senses, it prevents muscle clusters from drying out and accumulating friction damage, it contains repair and modification naites. A Zaldarian with a big, magnificent tail is a Zaldarian ready for war. After running hot in a fight like that she's lost an inch from her tail she's gone down a cup size. 

All this to say, Solarel isn't really thinking about the fight or the concept of victory or anything such right now. She's mostly just thinking she's insanely hungry and needs something more substantial than flaskposting to get her through the afternoon.