”We'll see about that!“ she snapped up at his taunt. He was out of reach. Her eyes darted up the route he'd taken onto the islands earlier. Could she make the same leaps with her shorter legs? Still got fire, she reminded herself, but surely Gabe knew that too. Gotta keep things interesting.
It'd take him a moment to replenish his spikes. Maybe this was the time for hit-and-run tactics. It rankled, not being able to commit to melee like she preferred, but Gabe's aggressive opening had her on the back foot until she could wear him out.
Urna craned her neck to inspect the tree that spread above her. There was the branch she'd used to cannonball into the fight, but the gravity wasn't in her favor this time. She leaned to see past the spikes that studded the trunk and--Wait. The spikes. She reached up with a tentacle and gave an experimental tug.
It held fast.
Her window of opportunity was closing. She yanked herself into a vault and bounded up the splay of spikes like a stairway. Gravity fell away behind her, and she sprang onto the branch feeling light as a dandelion seed.
She threw her neck forward into a gallop along the branch's length, stoking her flames as she went. When she reached the end, Urna launched herself at Gabe. They met midair in a slamming tangle of limbs, and she aimed a quick, hounding bite at one of his legs.
Time to go. Urna brought up her hind legs in a single fluid motion, opened her glowing jaws, and kicked off in a gout of flame. Greasy black smoke spilled off of her fur and roiled from her mouth. She twisted midair to make for the cover of the islands.
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whew, thanks for your patience! we're gonna be rolling double Strength checks, I think. lmk if I'm assuming too much with my posts! I'm used to a little more certainty while writing action, so it's tricky for me to decide how to spend my two rolls.
hp: 3/5
Roll 1: to bite gabe. success: 1 hp damage, fail: no bite
roll 2: to rocket blast away from this man. success: 1 hp damage from fire, fail: he's fine