Kat's eyes widened as the world slowed. She looked over towards the flaming fist and started to plan. Taking in as much detail as she could. The fist itself was clearly burning a familiar purple, and under that it was frosting over. It seemed frozen solid, but the arm was continually extending and seemed to imply this couldn't be the case.
At the moment, there was nothing but the soft leather of Kat's wing between that fist and Minor, or herself. *Ok, what can I do here. I don't have a lot of time to move out of the way… and I'm not sure I could anyway. I'd have to stretch out my wings and use them if I wanted to change my course at all*
*And the trees have been a large issue with that the whole time, now add into the mix the fist of a Nightmare and it's basically impossible for that to help. I think I'll need to do something better than just having my wing block it.*
