[Suzerain of Sheol]

Okay... it seems to be relatively private over there under the bridge. Goddess, I hope this stuff comes out of my hair...

Tsaerri gets closer to the water, only to notice a furtive shape skulking around the riverbank.

Sorry, Mr. Skale. It's just a bad day. No hard feelings.

Fanning out into enfilade formation, her three phantasms open synchronized fire on the amphibious creature, riddling it mystical bullets.

"Oh Gods!" Tsae yelps, rushing ahead as she commands them to cease fire. Don't fall in the water, please, please please please please, ohrightblink.

She catches the dying creature just as its tottering, crumpling form is about to tumble into the river.

Great, its bleeding all over me. I don't even care at this point.

With tremendous effort, she hauls its slippery carcass off to the side, ignoring its frothing gasps, strongly considering just collapsing to her knees and crying at her terrible fate here.

With a resigned sigh, she sets her duelists to patrol and begins to peel off her sodden clothes.