Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20181014020306/@comment-26892768-20181015234359

Marina's concentration on finding a place to get hydrated is quickly muddled when she hears the sound of claws against flesh. Alarmed, she turns to see the human she saw earlier about to get killed by a lion of some sort.

Her eyes widen in fear. Maybe she could just walk away slowly and hope to god the lion doesn't notice her. Just...let this pass her by...

...but she can't. She can't convince herself to do it. She couldn't live for herself if she just let this girl be killed if she can do something about it - the human may not appreciate her help, but she can't let this pass by.

Marina glances at the ten-gallon bottle on her back. Well, as nice as getting hydrated would be...it's the only thing she can think of.

Undoing the strap, Marina looks at Shadle and charges, swinging her bottle over her head and slamming it into his head as an improvised mace.