[[posting a little something as I wait for my actual turn to come around. Seeing as the enemies and everyone elses actions will go off before my own, shall hold on observing their outcomes or performing any of my own till my turn rolls around proper ]]<br/><br/>Celrie cannot help but bounce on her heals excitedly in silent celebration the moment her kiss hits home. The dazzling display of sparkling energy, sending the coon girl who'd shot Maribel sailing through the air, into a bush and out of the fight. Despite the exhilaration and excitement she felt by being in battle, the elf, as with any performance, did her best to maintain her composure. Offering a cute little wave and a wink in the fallen coon's direction, before shifting her focus to others who where yet in need of her attention.<br/><br/>Before she can settle properly on her next target however, her attention is drawn to the doors of the train. Alexis, having returned form inside,  calling out her intentions to clear the track ahead of obstruction. Alexis' reemergence is met with mixed emotions by the elf. On one hand she'd wanted her to take shelter in the train...not wanting to see happen to her, what happened to Maribel, Celrie's ears droop with worry at the very thought. Yet on the other, Celrie's face lights up with a smile upon hearing what Alexis intended to do. The wolfess was trying to be helfpul, and for that Celrie was thankful. If the path was clear, they'd be able to get out of here the moment the threat of the artillery had been dealt with. The attentions of the would be ambushers where also well caught up in the skirmish at this point, reducing the chance of any one of them directing their attentions or attacks in the she wolf's direction. All this coupled with the fact that Celrie wasn't in any position to argue with, or escort her would have the elf call out in return "Please be careful." as her only form of response.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "Celrie! Fall back! I can handle this! Get away from the bloody gator!" </span><br/><br/>Arcea's demand comes as quite the alarm to the elven woman. Caught up in the well being of those around her, Celrie hadn't put much thought into something actually closing the distance and coming after her, at least not yet. Not when everything had been so far away, and when Arcea had been positioned in front of her, shield held and sword at the ready, anything that wanted to get to her had to go through the kitty....and Celrie was quite confident they'd not do so in one piece. Yet upon turning back around, Celrie gasps as she sees not one, but two of the purple gators positioned between her and her feline protector. "Er...why hello there..miss? or mr? gator" she stammers as one of the reptiles seems to be eyeing her intently. Celrie realizes then that they must have teleported....realizes that she knew very little about such creatures, as she wasn't even sure of their sex, or if they understood her at all! She was after all, used to a life in civilization, thrived off the entertainment of others, knew how to talk, how to walk, and how to act around other people.....feral creatures, especially ones such as this were quite foreign to her. Sure she'd heard, read and learned a little here and there, but had never before come face to face with many of the more dangerous creatures of the galaxy.<br/><br/>Instinctualy she shoots the purple gator a smile, offering a friendly little wave. She'd been in trouble plenty of times before in her life, and had relied on her womanly charms, her cunning, and when all else failed her pscionic ability to get her out of danger... this gator however, was not likely to respond well to her conversational prowess, or the sexual appeal of her body and motions. That a tussle with it, was not something she could simply talk, or flirt her way out of. It was interested in her of that there was little doubt, though where ordinarily she could use one's desires, be they sexual or otherwise, to her advantage, this reptile she feared had only one thing on it's mind when it saw her.<span style="font-style: italic">  But my babies haven't had a good meal in days! </span>the words of the chubby racoon ring out in her mind... Celrie taking a single step backwards at the thought....could she truly only be seen as a meal in the eyes of this creature? If so she'd only have her physical and pscionic abilities to rely on..and there was no way she'd be able to out run a teleporting creature, or out muscle a hungry alligator..which left her with little in the way of options should it decide to attack her.