Cerulean Cape and you extend your hand

the blasted sea-demon is relentless - she rolls and shakes but it does not budge, clacking its other claw at her threateningly. blix is on her back when her friend arrives, still swatting at it helplessly, and she cries, "furi! em na nou sen klir --" too frazzled to remember to make the switch from trig.

after a few more seconds of struggle the gona goes limp, whining against the futility of her fight again this horrible creature's grasp on her. she looks at the crab. the crab looks at her menancingly and clicks its claw again. her nose hurts. "h-help me pull it off," she says finally, taking a deep breath to calm herself, and finally looks over at her friend, eyes fierce.