"Eep!" Melissandra gasped as Grandus came down behind them, hopping in places as she did so. Luckily for her, she was simply such a small target that the odds of the dragon spotting her while wearing her dark cloak and clinging to the considerably larger and more notable Seydon were extremely low.<br/><br/>For now that seemed to hold true as he took off, leaving the two of them alone, for now. 'Oh man... I know I want a new house but, enough to fight a dragon? Urrgh... I'm not sure we have a choice any more now...' she thought to herself as she considered the situation.<br/><br/>Her mind beginning to review what she knew about dragons, usually decently protected from magic strikes, but still vulnerable. Best to use the opposite of it's natural affinity, I.e. for the standard fire breathing dragon, slow them down with ice and make them use their heat to keep themselves from freezing... But shock spells are also useful, mostly for immobility. If one is prone to flying, as Grandus was, making the environment inhospitable for that sort of movement cuts off half their possibilities, even if the shock itself doesn't do much damage, tense muscles don't work well for controlling flight and an enemy that can't move the way it wants is a considerably easier target.<br/><br/>As she thought about her strategy, Zaleila introduced herself. "I'm pretty sure she's DEAD." The little mouse replied back to her regarding the woman Seydon had chased down and attacked. She didn't know what the deal was with Zaleila, but it seemed the creature was on their side, and being a goo probably wouldn't like her plan to summon a storm of lightning and ice either, so an area enchantment was probably out of the picture... What then? She needed directed attacks, something that could focus on their target, hound the dragon for them, elementals would be a perfect fit, but summoning an elemental wasn't exactly EASY, it took supplies and prep... Then again... She remembered those weird drones Zal had swirling around chasing Grandus, they already wanted to chase him, all they were missing was that extra touch. They we're halfway there...<br/><br/>"Hey! You... Zal--ebra, gimme some of your... Things! Your flying THINGS! Let me have them!" The mouse woman called out in a hurry to her making a few little mistakes like messing up Zal's name halfway through and fusing it with zebra, for some reason, and not knowing what to call the drones, but she was certain her plan would work, or at the very least help.<br/><br/>(Assuming Zal, despite whatever justified annoyance she might have at Meli's way of asking, at least provides her a few to see what she's planning. )<br/><br/>Melissandra quickly skittered down to the deck by the hovering drones, a good move because it kept her out of Grandus' direct line of sight while she cast her spell, began to wave her scepter as she spoke her words. Zaleila would see the effect soon as the drones changed in their appearance and behavior. The ice squadron began to emit a cold haze around their frames, moving in smooth purposeful motions, albeit a little slower. When they fired though, it would be strong with a powerful impact that would encase it's intended target with a thick coating of ice emanating outward from the point of impact. The shock squadron was the opposite, little sparks could be seen eagerly jumping off them, their movements were dangerously fast and slightly erratic. Even though their attacks weren't super powerful, they were very quick and hard to dodge. Being doggedly pursued by a few of these while the ice group followed behind just waiting for the moment the target was shocked and incapacitated to bombard them with ice strikes was the perfect combination to make sure that dragons movements would be shut down.<br/><br/><br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, Sin wasn't going to let an opportunity go to waste. She was in a bad way, coughing up blood meant the chest wound was pretty deep, and if nothing was done before long she could wind up drowning in her own blood, plus being down to one arm didn't make anything she would need to do to fix it any easier.<br/><br/>Luckily for her Valspan did a good job knocking the dragon down, buying her the time she needed to get back up and get to safety.<br/><br/>Wiska would see a large form coming for her, but not the one she wanted. Instead, it was Sin, left hand clasped tightly over the right side of her chest, her shoulder and arm notably dripping with blood. She dropped down against the wall next to the catfish. Clearly in worse condition than her but still more functional. As she'd said before, the tigrin were tough and they were the guardians, the ones who protected everyone else...<br/><br/>"Hack-cough-cough!" She wiped her mouth before speaking to Wiska, " 'T fuck's wrong with you?" She asked, her tone impatient and rushed. Before Wiska could even answer the captain was already opening her shirt and examining the wound, probably a little more roughly than Wiska would like, but the captain wasn't in a situation where she could waste time, it was help Wiska, then move below deck to find the supplies to help herself.<br/><br/>She growled lightly when she saw the wound the catfish was making such a big deal over. "I can't believe you've never heard of slapping some dirt on it..." She joked, "That seems up your alley." She was talking about using her mud manipulation as a temporary way to seal the wound, but, it would be messy, so better someone with experience like Sin do it anyway. She dug in her coat pockets for a moment before pulling out a flask, she opened it using her teeth and her left hand then liberally poored some onto Wiska's wound before taking a big swig herself and coughing again. She took a couple deep breaths before continuing, ripping some of her shirt off to use as a bandage and temporarily dress the wound. She would press down on it firmly for a few moments before groaning as she painfully picked herself back up. "If that's all you've got, then do us all a favor and find some place to hide." She said. Though her words were rushed, there wasn't any anger or judgement to them, just a tactical statement.<br/><br/>The captain continued on down the hall, though her movement was a bit choppy, she would wobble or need to brace herself against the wall with her left hand occasionally before continuing to push herself onwards. If she could find the galley, she could do some makeshift work on herself until something better was available.<br/><br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Spectra, meanwhile, was horrified. That was exactly what she didn't want to see, and now she was torn on what to do. Part of her wanted to gather those knives Sin threw and slice Grandus up herself, though she was also scared that should she even move, Arcadia might react somehow...<br/><br/>She couldn't take it, she needed to see... The Raven that was Spectra flew down to the deck, gliding into the doorway behind Wiska and Sin before continuing on. It would seem Sin had already tended to Wiska, but the tigress wasn't doing well. Spectra flew ahead, searching for the supplies they would need to help save her.