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She watched how swiftly he reacted to her connection, and gauged his weakness all the same. The tyrant seemed to favor that shoulder, and his reaction time to how her assault played out showed exactly how she needed to play this out- carefully. 

The water was where she was most comfortable, and rather than trying to goad him to land, she remained where her waterfowl-persona mindset kept her. Imagining herself extending a wing, thick and streamline, she used her left forelimb to lower Firelfly’s accuracy and defense by splashing  the salty water in his eyes. It wouldn’t do much as far as hurting him, yet the sting of brine was no laughing matter. 

His disorientation was what she counted on, and so long as she could incapacitate the swaggering snake, she could find Ford and restore him.