Still struggling to find her breath Calieo brought herself shakily to her feet. She cursed her recklessness and made an attempt to inhale sharply, the air stinging viciously at her chest. She'd dived far enough to land in the grass, and what could be seen was limited by the dense green fronds. Chambala shouted something, though what she said was either misheard or not understood. Something was attacking, that was all Calieo needed to know. With a frustrated grunt she stumbled back into the clearing, attempting to maintain her pride by ignoring the shock she still felt. To stand tall was important, it made you look bigger, and things fear bigger.
Pushing through the last of the grass she could clearly see her companions now; Chambala and Rebecca having retreated back towards the pushed down vegetation of the path, while Denise was nearby standing alongside her horse, barking a command. The thing that was attacking them was, unique. As Helvyra charged towards the creature Calieo studied it's form. It was big, she had seen bigger though, and it appeared to be made from the same substance as the grass surrounding them. Not identical, but similar enough that they must be the same, and so fire would do the trick. It's amorphous form pulsed, dozens of pseudopods pushing outward in an attempt to exaggerate the size of it's ever shifting mass. Finally Calieo noticed that this beast did not seem to have eyes of any sort, an observation that became immediately apparent when it made no attempt to avoid the first blow of Helvyra's flaming strikes.
The being did not scream, or shriek, or even whimper; there was only the sound of stone striking it's fleshy mass, and flames searing the many hairlike protrusions covering it's form. The moment the fist made contact however, the creature pulled itself away at a remarkable speed, it's body retracting as it rippled and rolled. About halfway back down the path now, it began exaggerating it's form again, this time in a more rapid, threatening manor. This did not deter Helvyra, or Denise, and Calieo gave a surprised gasp upon seeing a jet of flame strike the creature. The act gave Calieo her own motivation, and though she was still short of breath the knight began swinging her weapon with the hope to join Denise in launching projectiles.
Denise's fire splashed across the being's body, it pulling away once again from the source of it's pain. That seemed to have frightened it, and in one swift transition it was now rushing the rest of the way down the path of flattened grass, rolling and tumbling over itself as it's many pseudopods kicked up dirt and pebbles. Barreling away from Helvyra and Denise, whether it was aware or not, it was now charging directly towards Chambala and Rebecca.
Concerned that she could be in some kind of trouble, Tirñea awkwardly kept her gaze towards the ground while Veronica and the elder spoke with each other. She requested that Veronica see her again later, but it seemed for now she had nothing else to say to either of them. The elder's attention now on the sage, Veronica and Tirñea were escorted away like the majority of the gathered crowds. Many people had begun to disperse, but passersby couldn't help but gawk at the scene at least a little. Now across the street and out of the open, Tirñea looked back at the mess she'd unintentionally caused. 'It could have been worse
' she told herself, her mind straying to less than savory thoughts of blood and screams.
Veronica was saying something. Something about a familiar. Her familiar?
"Hmm?" Tirñea replied, realizing she had been staring towards the elder and the sage. "Oh, um, yes. No. Um... sorry," she babbled, trying to recollect her thoughts and asses what Veronica had actually said. "I meaning, no, we do not need to bother. He is not in trouble, yes? I want know why he bother us," the Piñuran girl tried to explain, still curious as to what the sage had been talking about before he so rudely sent Sierpe into a panic. The wurm seemed to be alright now, but was certainly anxious after whatever had been done to him. Tirñea hoped he hadn't somehow been hurt; unlikely given his thick hide, but always a possibility.