Catalina was having a grand old time getting the salt and sand out of her long, luscious hair before a voice knocked her back to reality. It was the little asian girl with those stupid punk headphones, yelling some nonsense at her. Cat had half a mind to ignore the little bitch, before the water suddenly froze sold. She shrieked and snapped out of the way before dozens of icicles would come raining down on her head.<br/><br/>"What the<i>hell</i>?" she hissed, that lilting Spanish accent pervading her speech even in a moment of anger. Green eyes bored into Cyro's. "Are you missing part of your brain or something? I was<i>trying</i>to get fucking comfortable. Not all of us want to look like twelve-year-olds who haven't showered in the past week."<br/><br/>Her gaze flitted to Franz briefly, and she offered him a wink which was probably lost on the man - not that it mattered. She hardly needed his help now, but perhaps later he'd make a good meat-shield. His comments about his preferences on women only elicited a smirk from the siren, and she did nothing to convince him otherwise. Most of them learned, eventually - the ones that didn't simply became feed, so it didn't much matter in the long run.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Chiara began giving orders that Cat very nearly boiled over. She considered biting the innocent little nun's head off, or perhaps breaking her nose - but both options would grant her more enemies than allies, so she merely let her annoyance seethe as she flared her nostrils. Now, with the water shut off, she set to dressing - a difficult task considering she didn't have a towel - beginning by lacing her bodice back up, then miraculously wiggling back into her leather pants, and finally beginning to finagle with her boots. In fact, she was almost done with said boots when she noticed a distinctive humming noise.<br/><br/>Looking up, Cat could feel her heart nearly stop.<i>Dusk</i>. Loads of them, at that. She ran her tongue over her lips, frozen in place for just a moment as she watched the creatures approach from above, like a deer in headlights. Her fellow heroes ran around like confused sheep, barking orders at one another, extracting weapons and getting prepared to do battle. Slowly, she rose to her feet, and as she did, a stiletto for either hand were withdrawn from her boots. Italian they may be, but they were damn good weapons - though more for thrusting and less for slicing. Slowly, as if moving in a trance, she drifted over towards the rest of the group, who were hurriedly scrambling to "battle stations".<br/><br/>Action was happening all around her. Bullets flying, rifts opening. She heard Franz yelling something, and felt mildly bolstered by his words - but not enough to bring her out of her state of shock. Her training hadn't been meant for this kind of open combat, really, and certainly not against non-humanoids. In fact, she actually had no idea if her song affected the creatures. Perhaps, if they really were driven by lust, as she imagined, it might - but where would she go from there? Did they even have brains to mess with? Catalina felt woefully unprepared, and the thought did little to brighten her spirits.<br/><br/>And then suddenly there were hundreds of them, surrounding the little camp. Each of her comrades was fighting off one or two, and her stomach twisted as she stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. For once her pride had abandoned her as she watched each individual struggle against the creatures. Yet here she was, motionless amidst the chaos, and all but unharmed. Then, suddenly, one of the vile things brushed past her on its way to some target or the other, leaving a thin trail of goop on her arm, and she let out a horrendous scream. The noise was so powerful that anyone in the area affected by her power might feel a small tingle of confusion upon hearing the sound - it was oddly melodic, in a way.<br/><br/>She sprang into action, no longer a statue confined to one spot. Bright green eyes flicked to and fro, picking out a target, before her gaze landed on Full Metal. Something in her mind was screaming at her that he was important - or might be, in the future, from the way he had reacted to her wink. With a hiss that exposed her pointed canines, she was sprinting towards him. Stopping just out of reach, one of the stilettos took a quick jab at the tentacle that was constricting Metal's air - the dagger sunk in to the hilt, but was quickly extracted as she pivoted back on her foot, out of reach again. Some things she had learned in the army, and hand-to-hand, as well as knife, combat were just a few of them.<br/><br/>Successful or not in deterring the creature, Siren's brain hit total panic mode. There was only one option left, and though she had no idea if it would work or not, it was worth a shot: sing.<br/><br/><i>♫ Greensleeves is my delight<br/>
Greensleeves is my heart of gold<br/>
Greensleeves if my heart of joy<br/>
And who but my lady Greensleeves? ♫</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>