Sloth's apparently fallen asleep against his rifle.

"...Just how far away from the sea do we reckon she can make it? And do we still want to be here when she does?"

She doesn't seem to be noticeably affected by her distance from the ocean, but then, on her current scale it's not that long a walk to their current position.

She finds them. She stops.

The dead fish is caught up in an internal current and swirls out into her right hand. She holds her hand over the group; the fish drops from it to land on Avarice's head.

She makes a gentle shooing motion, angled to direct them back toward their ship.

Avarice snorts, pulled it off his head, and holds it out to Gluttony. "You're irritating," he tells the woman. "But I like you."

Gluttony is glaring at Avarice, but she takes the fish, and does start to eat it.

Pride has straightened now, and while her face suggests she's in discomfort, her jaw clenched tight, she's functioning. "Back to the ship," she orders. "If Wrath can't take her out, we're not managing it."

(Gluttony and Avarice obey, grumbling quietly.)

Lust crouches down to wake Sloth up, gently helping him to his feet and guiding him back towards the ship, shooting the woman suspicious looks.

Once they've started moving, Pride follows.

The sea-woman walks back into the sea and flows away along with her wall of water.

The Sins (minus Wrath), return to their ship, sour and defeated. That entire situation was entirely new to them, they are not used to losing.

Wrath meanwhile, is picking herself up from where she landing. The fact that some of her bones are broken and still trying to heal is causing her some problems, as is the fact that she keeps breaking down into half-delighted, half-hysterical laughter. Her left arm hangs at an odd angle, having been wrenched from the socket by her landing.

She does eventually make it back to her feet, shaking herself down, and carefully hooking her arm into her bandoleer to keep it as immobile as possible (rapid healing didn't really help with dislocation very well). She looks around, trying to get her bearings back, to get back to the ship for now. (She assumes the others have probably retreated with her own rapid exit from that fight.)

She is on a dirt road that meanders between a scattered handful of grassy hills. It's hard to see anything much from down here, but if she makes it to the top of a hill she can see where the road leads to a bridge that crosses a river that runs down to the village—

—and, a much shorter distance away in the other direction, a patchwork of grain fields surrounding a cluster of houses: another village, much bigger than the one on the coast. Village number two is between her and her ship, if she wants to follow the road as much as possible; she could walk a straighter route if she cut through some of those fields instead.

Well. As much as a direct route does have some appeal, she's also kind of curious as to whether all villages come with inbuilt protectors, or if they just had the (probably bad) luck to run into the one that did. She's pretty sure she looks alien enough, what with the damage from her latest mishap still visible, although also visibly healing. So, she'll take the long route through the village.

(It'll also tell her if they might be able to get rid of any of the sour feelings the others are doubtless feeling after the last village.)

The first person she meets is a teenage girl with curly black hair and freckles, wearing a baby in a sling. She seems to be extremely concerned about Wrath's injuries, although of course Wrath can't understand a word she says.

Wrath stares at her in disbelief for a second. Then she bursts into laughter. Because people being concerned for her is...different. Sure, Pride got concerned, but that had as much to do with not wanting to deal with the side-effects of Wrath being injured.

"You wouldn't be concerned if you knew what I was," she tells the girl through her laughter, and keeps walking.

...she is now, if anything, more concerned; she says something else, then turns away and hurries off, perhaps to get an adult.

There are a few other people around, when Wrath walks a little farther; they, too, react first with concern.

Seriously? Maybe Wrath's just cynical from knowing what she can do, even in this state, but her first reaction to someone in this state would not be concern, but suspicion. (It probably helps that there are six people in the entire world she truly cares about the wellbeing of.)

She glances around, and sends her nanites for the nearest adult. If there's a protector, someone going rage-crazy should lure them out.

The afflicted adult yells and attacks someone. Two other people try to restrain her. Everyone is very distracted from the grievously injured stranger.

Who is watching the proceedings with a vicious glee. Provided there is no sudden emergence of someone capable of actually stopping her, Wrath'll ping the other Sins. (After a momentary confusion about the lack of communication towers, but Avarice had made sure their comms had enough range for a distance far greater than this.)

It'll take them a little while to get here, but in the meantime, Wrath wants to find out what happens if she infects one of the two trying to hold the woman back.

Now there are two enraged people fighting each other, and the person who was first attacked and the person who was trying to help are both fleeing in opposite directions, shouting for help.

Wrath cackles, and then moves to intercept one of the runners. Then she stops, glaring at her left arm in irritation. It's been a while since she tried doing anything like this one handed. She shrugs. She's done more dangerous things in worse states, but instead of aiming to intercept, she strolls after them, completely unconcerned, building her nanite swarm as she moves, ready to infect people as needed. She predicts that, provided the ground transports weren't damaged during their...landing, that the others will arrive in ten minutes at most.

More people are emerging from various buildings, confused and alarmed. Someone tries to stop the person she's following, and fails. Someone else ducks back into his house for a minute and comes back out with a big basket of cut flowers, which he heaves at Wrath, shouting something that might be 'stop right there!' or an insult or a curse.

She proves surprisingly agile for the fact she is down one arm. She ducks sideways, absorbs the blow from the basket on her right shoulder and pivots inward with the impact. Her lips twist into a truly terrifying grin, and she takes two steps forward, and then lunges at him, definitely in range now, her arm reaching out for his wrist. (And seriously? A basket of flowers?! Why was that anyone's first choice of weapon against her?)

She is covered in flowers, the ground around her littered with them—

—and before her hand can quite reach him, the flowers wrap their stems around her and grow and grow, clinging to her limbs to impede her movement, obscuring her vision with clusters of petals. Her feet are rooted to the ground in mere heartbeats, and the flowers seem to be trying to drag her hands down to do the same to them.

Well, this is just irritating. She lets out a sharp sound when her left arm gets jostled, but her fingers have retained enough movement to pull one of the grenades from her bandoleers as her hands are pulled downwards. (She counts out the time before dropping it.) Her right hand pulls a knife free and slices at the stems wrapping around her wrist and arm as best she can with limited mobility. (Her nanite swarm immediately swirls around the man, infecting him. It might just drive him further against her, but it has been known for it to end up distracting the person from their original intent.)

...that may not have been the best of ideas, because as soon as the effect takes hold, the flowers drive their roots into her flesh. Roots slither through her veins and wrap themselves around her bones, piercing through muscles and organs, growing thicker with every passing second.