Kiliaen maintains her poise, eyes fixed on the colossal worm as it emerges again, the air thick with tension. The molten globs splash around the stage, sizzling as they make contact with the ground. The guide's frustrated grunts echo, his invitation for her to take the lead clear. Kiliaen senses the rhythm of the worm's movements, the ebb and flow of its attacks.
As Arthur's head draws furthest away, Kiliaen seizes the moment. Her muscles coil like tightly wound springs, and with a burst of energy, she dashes forward. The hot gust of air from the worm's movements brushes against her fur as she lunges, teeth bared. In a calculated strike, Kiliaen aims for a vulnerable spot on the worm's neck, aiming to deliver a decisive blow.
"Kiliaen Ward." OOC. Kiliaen has chosen Dexterity.
