Evie feels the chamber tilt under the Mammoth’s thunderous step. Her sneakers skid on the slick black glass — she doesn’t hesitate.

She explodes forward in a low, hard slide toward the beast’s nearest foreleg, bat tucking into both hands as she closes the gap. Roscoe rockets at her side, teeth bared and body low, a living wedge meant to distract its attention 

When she’s in range she throws everything into one decisive swing, aiming the Louisville Slugger at the creature’s leg with the intent to break its rhythm and buy the team space. The metal cracks through the reflected light, a scream of metal on mirror — but the blow’s result hangs unanswered in the air: did it find flesh, glass, or only illusion? Evie plants her feet, breathing hard, bat ready for whatever snaps back.

[color=#697DFF]“Keep moving—don’t let it pin anyone under those feet!”[/color] she calls, voice rough, eyes scanning for where the real threat will show next.

Actions:
1.Move
2. Attack [home run swing]