Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Wait-!" Amalia tries to say, but it's too little too late. The gourds are already mobilizing, and combat is inevitable. All she can hope to do is mitigate the loss of life as much as possible.
Beginning with Sam.
She sees the massive pumpkins hurling at her brother out of the corner of her eye, reacting too slowly to prevent the contact. "Sam!" Amalia cries, lunging forward and shifting to leopard form as she does. Her goal is to push the gourd from Sam's chest with her shoulder while simultaneously biting at the vines that hold his neck.
Mentally she calls any who can hear her (so Fangorn and the pumpkins): Stop this! We're trying to prevent loss of life on both sides - let us lead, before anything worse happens! Jyoti adds a pulse of starlight, trying to deescalate the situation before things get further out of hand.
Beginning with Sam.
She sees the massive pumpkins hurling at her brother out of the corner of her eye, reacting too slowly to prevent the contact. "Sam!" Amalia cries, lunging forward and shifting to leopard form as she does. Her goal is to push the gourd from Sam's chest with her shoulder while simultaneously biting at the vines that hold his neck.
Mentally she calls any who can hear her (so Fangorn and the pumpkins): Stop this! We're trying to prevent loss of life on both sides - let us lead, before anything worse happens! Jyoti adds a pulse of starlight, trying to deescalate the situation before things get further out of hand.
make peace with your broken pieces
