“Woah!” Dos yelped, releasing the limb she’d clutched in an attempt to stumble back, though not in time enough to avoid being hit. She was immediately glad to have chosen something big and sturdy rather than something small and nimble, because she hit the ground surprisingly hard after such a brutal double attack. Suddenly this battle was a little less fun. ”Oww,” she whined a little, getting her paws with a furious shake of her head. She groaned again – Mr. Gabriel was still way too close to the creature for her to use lightning. Even worse, she watched him snag the creature's leg and yank it directly into the river. Now she really couldn’t use her powers – even she knew how badly that would go, but she didn’t want to try and swim in a form she’s never swum in before. She eyed the river with uncertainty. She hadn’t really encountered any water creatures, what would be useful in a water fight? She didn’t know. What could she even do? --- Text. Speech. Thoughts. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
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