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[h3][b]Assani 15th[/b][/h3]
[sup][b]Location:[/b] Torragon, Refuge of St. Agustin - The Desert.
[b]Day of the week:[/b] Victendes
[b]Time:[/b] Morning
[b]Characters:[/b] Zarina, Ayla [@Ti], Jocasta [@Force and Fury], 
Yalen [@Pantothenic], Isabella, Amanda, Marceline, Rangers,
Riesco, Nibbler.[/sup]

Dawn arrived with Amanda briefing the group. The platinum warrior prepared Riesco and her gear for an inevitable life or death situation that these missions seemed to entail.

Then, they set off. This time without any dromedaries as portals were all the rage. Except, of course, for Zarina herself and her heavily armoured steed she seated herself over. And there was Nibbler, wearing his thermal sweater levitating seamlessly over Zarina’s head. Marceline was left behind, leaving them with a squad of five, soo to be four meant to meet up with the rangers. 

But they were gone. Nowhere to be found by their Tethered duo within the ruins. However, Jocasta was quick to warn the group of a familiar foe, albeit this time an alpha, [color=#E5E4E2]“Starting with a callback for this sequel, huh?”[/color] she remarked as she slid her silver helmet over her head, completing her set, [color=#E5E4E2]“We did this once before. We’ll do this even better.”[/color] Nibbler braced himself onto her helm while Riesco neighed as he charged into Jocasta’s portal.

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A scorching storm greeted them with the almighty blonde taking in the bulk of it before it could incinerate all within the massive area. It wasn’t enough, and soon they would all die. Zarina’s left arm appeared to expand, taking the form of a large greatshield resembling the head of a dragon with a cannon within its maw. Riesco stomped the sands, grounding himself thanks to his magical horseshoes in front of Jocasta, allowing Zarina to lift her shield and taking in the descending shower of pure, white death. The shape of the shield expanded as if it were melting, covering them as much as possible.

[color=#E5E4E2]“C’mon you bitch.”[/color] Zarina growled inside her helm, [color=#E5E4E2]“Take. It. ALL!”[/color] her idle hand pressed to her forearm to add some stability to her shield, but it would be thanks sand, crag-like formation adding to the shield’s scales and an invigorating warmth filling Zaz that she could eventually deflect the remained of the wain of death with a mighty roar of exertion.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Nibbler!”[/color] she called out to the critter that remained on her head as Ayla seized her opportunity. She too felt empowered, potentially strong enough to even influence an alpha Royal Sand Wyrm.[/color]