'Frost told me to keep people far apart when facing Gale. Here I am, making a plan to corral them in like chickens in a pen.'
"Move back!" Daiyu sprinted down the tents to the front, greatsword strapped securely to her back. She pressed down on the tiara upon her head.
Her fingers pushed certain parts of the metal and they folded and bent, converting the golden tiara of purple gems into a pale-gold circlet with amethysts encasing her forehead.
'But we don't know Gale's weaknesses, just that strength.'
Asobi ran to the left side, away from the encampment, but close enough to the circling winds that she had to keep her hat from flying away.
'So we play into it.'
Fumeko drew her dagger and blinked to the right side, crouching down behind the little inclines of rocks here and there, awaiting an opening.
'It'll make Gale confident not to change their strategy.'
