Welp start marching out torwards the camp
Walk slowly towards the camp. The last thing I want with my mobility is to accidentaly slip on ice or trip on a rock and crush everyone before we even truly start our mission.
Move forward toward the camp, and be ready for sudden surprises.
Hug the fluffy for warmth and to let its fur cover my arms and legs, warming my extremities. Stay alert to my wielder, and if he wants to join the fighting I intend to hop down and hold his hand as he advances. When he either grasps me firmly or tells/asks me to then ill shift into my weapon form, but for now I think itll be easier for him if I move under my own power - unless I get stuck in the snow of course.
alright yo uall meander over toward the action, which by this point is starting to pick up on the far end of the camp while you are about two turns of steady marching away. You see some ofthe camp personnel starting to lift poles out of the snow, positioning them at an angle facing toward the moving white stuff in a fencelike array. A high pitched keening arises from the moving white swarm. Something glows in the air btweeen teh fence and the attackers.
Get a move on. Move away from the group a bit and fly when they seem out of reach of the chaos. If I get airborne, try to get to the camp swiftly and set the snow-things on fire.
(1) you get away from the group and get airborne. Your wings spray shards of glass every time you flap them, and you course along about two feet off the ground. You make it halfway to the camp this round.
"Statement: It seems the camp is getting ready for combat. Let us move in to assist, but be ready to defend yourselves."
Start moving towards the camp. Keep an eye out for the snowthings, try and identify them. If we are attacked, retaliate by stopping the heart of what is attacking us. If no heart is present to be stopped, change the mechanics of their body so their joints violently move the wrong way.
You're not being attacked yet, but by now it's clear that the camp is. (3) they are some sort of living thing, roughly the size of large dogs, quite white, round, and very furry. Their keening seems to have some magical quality imbued in it. You only hope the camp has some defense against that kind of thing.
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