OOC: The more the merrier...<br/><br/>Amy sidestepped the energy blast that shot past her shoulder, and slid down the roof, her iron shod hooves striking sparks from the slate tiles. She needed more freedom of action if that thing had any more energy blasts. And she couldn't afford to be a stationary target while she shifted forms. She pulled a bundle of super fast rising dough from her saddle bags, holding it in her hand just long enough to quicke the yeast with the warmth of her hand, then flung it down ahead of her on the ground.<br/><br/>She leapt off as she reached the edge of the tiles, drawing her combat spatula in mid-flight, and landing on the double bed sized piece of risen dough, bouncing off it's soft surface to land safely. She started circling,as she analysed what had happened to the arrow she'd seen the fox archer use. The energy beam explained the destruction, but it also appeared that there was a defensive function, anything touching it would be destroyed. However, a fast enough strike could do some damage.<br/><br/>Going into melee was therefore a really bad idea. Likewise, most of her ranged attacks would do minimal damage before they were destroyed. Her signature garlic pocket binding attack would merely be burned away in a few seconds. She circled at a gallop, throwing a flurry of ki enhanced fried potato sticks with one hand, a core attack of the Fast Food school of the 101 culinary martial arts, 'Do you want fries with that?'. A distraction technique, in this case. If she could keep the girls attention on her, the archer might get in another lucky shot.<br/><br/>Hang on, this creature still had to breathe, and eat, presumably. Therefore food should be an exception, a least if she could get it into the mouth. She hated to use it, but it might be the only way to take the creature down. "Why are you hurting these innocent people!" She called to it. "They've never hurt you!"