Zavakri pats Bob on the side of his shell. He was working perfectly as cover and deserved some affection. She observes the battlefield with a sense of superiority granted by having never missed an attack and having never been attacked herself, quite satisfied at the rage of the bugbear serving as a secondary shield to her own elegant self. Or something like that. She witnesses Tsak rising to the rescue of the vocal balloon basket, and after a quick mental equation to conclude that *someone* must be in there she moves 30 feet towards the basket and lets fly another array of lethal mathematica towards Snake A.

"Oi, Get out that basket! I'll catch you!" She lied like a carnie, as she mentally prepared more spellcraft for the occasion.

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23728]Magic Missile says X=5; 15 Force Damage to Snake A by the basket[/url]

"Just because you added a few Z levels and a new Y and X Vector doesn't mean I can't still calculate for your present position!" She declared boldly to the snake as her missiles struck home. Then, she balks- she had mistakenly gotten rather close to Snake B, but was thankful that her companions were still nearby. Oh bugger. At least it wasn't right next to her, yet.

[i]OOC: Intention it to be close enough to the basket to cast Feather Fall should the fool actually jump out of it like she told him to, hopefully he at least disengages to do so. If I can't possibly get close enough to have the basket 'within 60 feet' for a featherfall, she'll stay a few feet further from Snake B so it can't just walk over and whack her without provoking an AOO from those nearby[/i]