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[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] Yalen [@pantothenic], Jocasta [@Force and Fury], Ysilla [@Pirouette], Ayla [@Ti], Kaspar [@Wolfieh]
[b]Location:[/b] The Deserts of Torragon
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That shell was indeed impenetrable by normal means. With every reverberation of her strikes throughout the large beast, Zarina could quickly determine the inefficiency of exploiting blatantly vulnerable spots where the Halassa couldn’t reach her with its oafish movement. It was about the extent of the experimentation she was ready to do, as the beast had displayed its entire potential in its attempt to get its ‘prey’. It was time to finish this.

As the beast rotated itself with its claws ceaselessly digging into the sand so it could face the much smaller Virangish girl, Zarina quick-stepped back to confront the beast head-on. At this point she had determined the length and speed of its neck-lunges and felt safe to handle this predictable, rabid monster. However before she could seize any sort of opportunity, Zarina would be reminded that many externalities could occur during a battle. One of them being a big ass Halassa literally flung like it was nothing and landed very close by, given she had purposely kept the alpha at the back so it wouldn’t impede the others.

Zarina blinked, her attention taken away as much as the crazed Halassa’s was. So much so that it attempted to bite in the direction where Jocasta’s victim had landed. Of course it was merely reacting to rather extreme stimulus and didn’t actually reach the repulsed beast, but it gave the Virangish dancer an opening. Regaining her focus, she propelled herself forward with the same simple technique used for her jump, but far more precise as it was barely ten metres in distance. There, she rested her palm onto the edge of the turtle’s beak, right where flesh started and the hard, jaw-bone stopped. With that contact, a wave of electricity unleashed into the beast. Definitely not enough to truly harm it or burn, but with how close it was to the head, it’d naturally stiffen its muscles momentarily and keep it still.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Zarina delivered the Coup de Grâce with a loud pant to go with the thrust of her blade. It was made to impale right through its eye, hilting the obsidian sword to the socket. This would not kill it, but the drawn kinetic energy from the most recent snap of the beak unleash through the thrust was the finisher. A precise shot of air going right through the skull’s opening and obliterating the brain. A technique seen among many mages to humanely slaughter creatures and a method Zarina was clearly versed in.

With only its limbs infrequently twitching, the instantaneous death was confirmed the moment the head just dropped. The executioner slowly drew her blade out, eyes closed during this brief act while her opposite hand rested upon the beast’s cheek to ease the removal of the blade. She sighed, the same hand on the cheek rose up to brush her own forehead and face. Zarina broke a sweat!

Feeling deserving of a reward, she reached out to the aether above her shoulder, expecting to grab a cup of delicious, black coffee, only to look somewhat like a fool. Her cup had been left with the jug, and given the action that had happened, was probably filled with sand. Again, she sighed, this time from her nostrils.

[b][color=#FD5E53]”Hold it there for a moment Ayla! I can help!”[/color][/b]

[color=C78A2C]”Eh?”[/color]

Then came the third sigh with her eyes rolling. They were still not finished. With a quick flick of her blade, she tried to swing off some blood from her blade before it dried and then went on to hop over the shell of her now dead target, blood still flowing out of that small stab she had made, [color=C78A2C]”Dreamer give me strength.”[/color] she whined to herself, her tone sarcastic but hushed enough to be easily missed by those not paying close attention to her. 

A Halassa remained that appeared to be shared between Yalen and Ayla. Zarina was definitely too out of the way to notice what Jocasta may have done, but Kasper’s and Ysilla’s deeds were at least evident by their positioning compared to their ‘designated’ Halassa. Now that most of the threats were handled, it was time to clean up. Quickly. She hopped off the shell, and when she got closer to where her group stood their ground, she couldn’t help but notice just how … Familiar Kaspar’s choice of execution was. Definitely different from a Chemical mage’s approach, such as her mother, would do, yet it was also similar. She shook her head, redirecting her attention to the actually live turtle as the other seemed just about dead.

Zarina made her way to the confused Halassa, its state assessed as it resembled Ayla’s, Zarina’s friend, approach to disorientation. And from what could be determined, the Priest-boy was exacting some sort of magic. But it wasn’t finishing the job quick enough. At least not to a coffee-less Zarina’s standard anyway, [color=C78A2C]”What are you two baboons doing?”[/color] she called out with her thick accent, looking somewhat annoyed, while walking toward the dying Halassa’s at a brisk pace. Two minutes would turn to just five seconds as she gave the exact same treatment to the blue turtle as she did to the alpha: A zap to the head and a stab to the eye, causing the brain to explode by a concentrated blast of kinetic energy.

[color=C78A2C]”I thought they taught you guys about mercy, mini-Padre.”[/color] she remarked while keeping her blade in the beast, and then slowly removed it the exact same way she had the first, [color=C78A2C]”Got something for this?”[/color] she turned her head toward the clergyman, her blade presented to him was coated with the Halassa’s blood and some liquefied brain-matter. Should he help, in spite of this odd ask, he would actually get a gracious ‘Much appreciated’ from Zarina.

When the blade was cleaned, whether by Yalen’s help or her compromising with something else, she then pointed toward Ayla with her Shamshir, [color=C78A2C]”And youuuu, kitty cat,”[/color] she lowered her chin a little with her brow raised, [color=C78A2C]”I gotta teach you how to fight. ¿Usar una espada?”[/color] Zarina grinned wide before sheathing her black blade and seizing her sandy cup along with her coffee jug. A long since cold coffee, which she’d present to Ayla the same way she presented her dirty weapon to Yalen, [color=C78A2C]”Could you warm this for me, please, love?”[/color] her tone softened, now that she was so close to getting her reward.

With warm coffee, she began to serve multiple metallic cups she could easily manipulate at short distances with her magnetic magic. There wasn’t that much coffee left, but it was still a treat to all, [color=C78A2C]”Alright, alright, good job you guys. Have a drink before you fall asleep on me. The desert’s a bitch like that.”[/color] she peered over at the chair-bound blonde, [color=C78A2C]”Even you, Jocasta. Jo’s alright? Drink up.”[/color] she spoke quickly, and definitely had a more dominating presence than Jocasta’s current persona. The cup of steaming coffee was levitating before the secretive tethered girl, waiting to be claimed. Given how tired she looked, it seemed reasonable for Zarina to insist on keeping Jocasta boosted.

Kaspar would get her attention for a good moment as the group briefly recuperated. They weren’t going to linger, but rushing was also a bad idea, [color=C78A2C]”Casper,”[/color] pronounced it strangely enough but clearly knew the name. She paused for a moment, staring between him and the Halassa he had finished off. A somewhat concerned squint remained on the deceased beast, [color=C78A2C]”Nice work.”[/color] she was uncharacteristically awkward there, but left it at that with a nod of approval and pursed lips.

[color=C78A2C]”So. The settlement.”[/color] she posed the subject after taking a good sip of her beverage, [color=C78A2C]”We’ve agreed to talk to them first, yeah? Then let’s get moving before they’re all turtle shit.”[/color] the rest of the coffee was downed and the nearly empty jug shoved into her bag, still concealed behind her dark cloak, as she stood up. Her arms stretched up and prompted a light yawn, [color=C78A2C]”... It’s that way, right?”[/color] she pointed in the vaguely correct direction, though she did not have the sensory reach her tethered colleagues have, and the now passed twilight made it hard to actually see.