Feb 26 2021, 05:05 PM
The alarm calls have him looking back, red glare coasting over the small militia behind him with as keen an eye as one can have in raging winds, and he makes a small note to himself to refresh his winds in the storm. It took only one event for him to learn that he is no match against the squalls of the caves.
Nemo is used to being exposed in the air, and as a predator he has no natural awareness of being watched... but he can recognize the negative points of exposure to the wailing winds and potential enemies nearby. Any strategizing is cut short by the large, bubbling, and very angry looking one of the lot launching herself into the sky and he throws up his wings to throw himself backwards, narrowly avoiding the Sleepless Chaos as she raged into the skies. Being forced to drop back forces him to take a closer look at everyone in the group, and he lets out a worried call as he notices the pain in the staggering of Giggle's gait. She didn't seem to get struck, but considering that they're up against a formless enemy it makes his feathers crawl when he considers the possibility she'd been hurt already... and so overhead he remains, instead of before the group. Any nearby Lesser would do well to avoid his eyes and talons.
Or just. Avoid his magic, and with that idea he whips together another burst of energy in the hopes of striking some Lessers nearby into the path of the warriors below him, or into the maws of... whatever the Hydra is flying around with the goop monster in it's claws.