<strong>Roselle Lions<br/>Power: 1%</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Rose walked forward. Her body wanted to tense up, to start shaking in fear. They were so strong. So much stronger than that other alien. She took a calming breath, looking into the eyes of the aliens. "Very well... I am afraid my power is not such as you would assume." Roselle said, the wind swirling around her a bit.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>&gt;&gt;Power level to 20%</strong></span><br/><br/>Rose wasn't one to draw on all her power. Especially not when it looked like this would be a long fight. "Care, my friends. We cannot rush in as fools." She warned. The short girl shifted her feet, bringing herself into a defensive stance. Arms at her front, palms down, fingers loose. Power is what is meant to be directed and redirected, not to recklessly thrown about. Rose nodded to one of the green little gremlins. "Come."<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Power at 20%</strong></span>