[h3]Lissa[/h3]

Lissa groaned. Well, she couldn’t have expected a villager, even if she knew some magic, to have good battle sense. It still didn’t help much when you’re being chased by a giant camouflaged beast, though. The Raam continued to ride the stretcher as it zipped along. Normally, she would have been impressed, perhaps even intimidated at the speed of it all, but when the angry chameleon was somehow keeping pace, it was easy enough to lean away from the ‘scary fast’ side of the spectrum to ‘not bloody fast enough.’ 

She didn’t think the beast would be too content to just continue its wild chase, either, so she slowly began to move and position herself towards the back of the stretcher, carefully so that she wouldn’t tumble off of fall onto Nylah’s injured patient. It was important to keep herself upwind of the moth dust the girl was putting out, too; she had never been too familiar with the Mothraki’s biological traits aside from their similarity with their smaller cousins, but she knew that dust wasn’t good for most people. The Raam were different, but she wasn’t going to put her own race’s biological resilience to the test for the moment. 

Her decision to move backwards was prescient. The creature was growing restless, but now in position, Lissa had enough time to attack directly from drawing, as she slashed out with her sword to meet the tongue that lashed out towards her charge. With some luck, she’d cut its nasty tongue right off and Nylah wouldn’t become lizard food today.