Rushing ahead on her Chocobo,  Lydalia arrive in time to see the tentacle monsters rising from their watery depths. She hesitated for a moment, before charging forward.  Were these the fiends said to be capable of twisting a person’s mind against their allies? In truth though, it didn’t matter. Whether these were the fearsome Mind Flayers, or their weaker (yet still formidable) cousins, the only choice was to cut them down.<br/><br/>Leaping from her mount, Lydalia sliced into the nearest monster. The demons might have thought they were ambushing her allies, only to instead be caught by a pincer move, with hostiles on both sides of them. The first fell before it could react to her, it’s boneless body collapsing into a heap of dead flesh.<br/><br/>Another moved against her, slashing with its tentacles in retribution for its fallen ally. She was just able to bring up the shield in time, planting her feet to withstand the lashing. Retaliating, her sword found its  leg, digging in deep, but not enough to incapacitate the foe.  This time its attack struck true, the rough appendages striking her midsection. There was but a grunt from her,  to hide the way the blows forced the air from her lungs, and renewed rage,  swinging her sword wide for maximum damage. This blow caught the fiend in the gut, cleaving its torso from its legs.<br/><br/>“Let me take the brunt of their hits, Pietro,” she advised, standing between him and the remaining mobs, “As our only healer, we will truly be at a loss if you were to fall.”