Munch Them Mammoths

Alarr weighed all the options and came up with a plan, as Torrent had known he would. It wasn't as glorious and death-defying as she had hoped it would be, but Alarr was a wiser head than she was. She knew what she was good for - fighting, and killing. Not planning out who should be fought and killed. Not so much planning out how to do it. So they'd chase it off a cliff and let Ares and the other brightly colored stranger (she passed him another mistrusting glare for good measure) finish it off. She rolled her shoulders in thoughtful anticipation as she continued to pace, ready to just get going and do this.