[OTA] When Order is Disturbed

[sorcererofaquamarine]

Who: Amari and you!
What: A sorcerer descends upon this world.
Where: A Midwestern Forest
When: Early December
Warnings/Notes: N/A

The first thing Amari had noticed was how cold it was. There was a decent amount of snow about, and it seemed like there was nothing but trees for miles. She certainly couldn't see much else. This...also wasn't Al-Warth. It felt different, and she was clearly alone. No Spero, no Iori... If not for what she'd heard before ending up here, she'd be more worried. The last time she'd been shunted off into a world completely alone, things hadn't exactly gone well...

After idly picking a direction, she started walking. Part of her wondered if that voice was right, then why was she dumped out in the middle of nowhere? Then again, they may simply be in such dire straits that better guidance is out of the question. Magic is a rather tricky thing, after all.

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when she picked up a distant sound - something coming her way, and once it grew closer, she realized it was a swarm of shadowy creatures. Steeling her nerves, Amari made her stance more solid, making a wide, circular gesture to summon a magic circle, before thrusting her open palm outward, into its center. Rapid bursts of flame shot out, quickly coalescing into a larger stream of fire, meeting the swarm head-on. It struck true, but could only hit so many - there were still quite a bit more of the creatures left.

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[sorcererofaquamarine]

Amari had admittedly panicked, and not thought too terribly much about collateral damage in the moment. If things got out of hand, though, she had plenty of tools up her admittedly quite roomy sleeves to work with.

The appearance of a large wolf-creature startles her, at least, up until she realizes that Garurumon's also fighting the creatures. "Ah...!" She's not exactly paying him the most mind, focused on keeping out of range of the swipes of the fearlings, changing her magic up from fire to swirling green winds that she uses like spinning blades. "If you are here to help, Mr. Wolf, it is much appreciated...!" Even under duress, and her tone clearly fighting back fluster, she manages to stay somewhat cordial.

[kemonookami]

"It's Garurumon but fine, Mr. Wolf will do for now." He says with the kind of tone that suggests this is far from the first time he's not called by his name by others. At least this was a more polite 'Mr. Wolf', which is why he's willing to tolerate it. Better than 'Big bad wolf' or 'blue cub'. He can appreciate the modicum of respect, despite his general unfriendly vibe.

"Come on, keep up!" He pressures a little, taking a breath and exhaling a barrage of blue fire onto fearlings, mostly to keep the elemental coverage going. Part of it, too, is to show off just a little bit. He hadn't intended to get in battle today, not in the least, but hey, he's supposed to be part of this group of myths saving this world and fight against the forces that are besieging it, and truthfully, with how this bunch has an actually decent goal he can get behind of he's willing to cooperate and prove his mettle, and as a Kemonogami, power tends to be what makes you remarkable. Either that or you die, and he doesn't intend to let himself just die, or let Amari get hurt.