A glance back showed Walker the round patch of sand and coral that had been taken over by writhing razor whip weed. Alma floated in the water above it with her eyes closed. Three enforcers constantly shot arrows at nearby groups of kraken luring them in to their doom. The kraken spawn were not smart to say the least. The annoyance of an arrow harming one of them made the harmed one charge at the source. The others would chance the one that was harmed for food causing groups to rush in to the razor whip weed Alma controlled to flail about and slice them up.
Midnight Was easily tearing one of the kraken apart with her claws. Walker saw her use her wings to push herself forward much faster before she folded them and extended her claws to a finishing move. She had already developed a sound strategy in just a few moments of battle. Adding that to her swimming ability that had shown itself by copying the water dragons, she had become a force to be reckoned with.
