She snorts, softly. Then: "Fight or flee?"

"Dunno if we can actually get away from it fast enough."

"It's slow..." She murmurs, "And might not pursue..."

"Unless it wakes up cranky. Worth a try though, come on."

And to very softly but quickly get the fuck away! 

...Wyld scoops up Ridis.

Who grunts but doesn't protest.

They're able to get clear of the breaking ground before the monsters finishes standing - it looks like it was spun from something that used to be a tiger, though its stripes have become open gashes in the twisted, sickly wood of its body. It groans and shakes itself - and then looks at their party and roars, and the trees around them quake - 

It seems to have woken up grumpy.

"Looks like we've got to fight."

Eridani slaps the flats of her swords together, and the blades light up with fire.

"Yup!" She lets Ridis get down and eyes the creature, silver wisps of light building up around her, bleeding from her tattoos. "Ridis, stay back - "

And then she glances at Eridani. "Attack together?"

She retreats a little.

"Let's take it down."

She smirks and throws herself at the creature, her daggers at the ready. It swats at her with claws like thorns - and misses, and she laughs wildly as she leaps onto its paw and nearly dances up its arm. 

Ridis concentrates - and thinks, and remembers - and calls out, "I've heard of beasts like this - don't waste your time trying to wear it down, and go hard and fast for its weak points - there's a mesh of vines near the spine, and it's a fey creature - "

Should be vulnerable to getting stabbed with flaming jadesteel swords, then. Eridani charges in.

Her ascent up the creature's flank is less delicate than Wyld's, as she jumps from crag to protruding root, stabbing open footholds as necessary.

Wyld goes at a gap in its spine, a silver cascade building around her as her daggers blur. The first one glances off, but the second strikes true, slashing into the pulpy vines beneath the bark and soil hide.

The creature roars and shakes itself, trying to throw Wyld off - and it paws at her when this fails, forcing her to twist away and tumble to a somewhat less ideal position.

Eridani rides the bucking motion, adding that momentum to a leap up into the air that positions her over the spinal weak point Wyld was attacking.

She descends blades first, streamers of fire whipping into the air through the rush of wind. Her swords bury themselves almost up to the hilt and the viny flesh catches alight as her heels slam onto the behemoth's hide. She rolls with the landing, dragging the swords along with her, exacerbating the damage.

It roars and twists, its claws swiping directly - relentlessly - for her.

She gets her swords up, catches one claw, two-

-doesn't manage to halt the hand entirely.

She receives a nasty gash down her left side as she stumbles.

There's an angry scream, and then a blazing arrow of diamond, coruscating with a million flickering prisms of light, flares through the monster's heart, tearing it apart like it's nothing more than gossamer - and it disintegrates, unraveling out from the arrow wounds with a low moan, and the dirt and vine and sinew of its body becomes snow and light and crystalline sound.

Holy shit. Was that- Ridis?

Seems likely!

The being who rushes over to them certainly resembles her in many ways - has her facial features and wears her clothes, but her body is made of dark adamant, her skin glittering with the light of millions of finely cut gems. Her hair shimmers as she moves, her stride now sure and powerful, not the carefully measured grace of an aristocrat but the firm confidence of the general, the engineer, the maker and controller of all around her. She has thin lines of starmetal tracing from the center of her forehead and into her hairline, blue jade framing her eyes like kohl, and her lips are crafted from a tiny plates of red jade connected by a more elastic - alloy, or something, it's only distinguishable from the jade because it moves as her lips do in ways jade shouldn't. She's beautiful, of course, but not in the way of even the most gorgeous Solar Exalt - she's not an exemplar of human perfection, but rather what you might get if an alien who only theoretically knew what humans look like tried to create one with mathematically perfect aesthetics.

And her eyes are of pure, clear adamant. They have no pupil or iris, and miniature gears beyond count whirl and click in the space behind them, a microcosm of a vaster work. An adamant bow folds itself into her arm as she moves, and a strange, tightly controlled Essence flickers around her like flares of rainbow flashing out from half-real crystals. There's glimpses beyond those crystals, of a vast workshop, of glass and gem-cutting tools, of a dark silhouette bent over his work.

And when she speaks, her cadence is Ridis's - her tone clarified, none of the hoarse irregularities of humanity, but her all the same, and there's a tight concern as she calls, "Eridani! How badly are you hurt?"

Oh wow. That's... Wow.

"Uh. I." She reaches down to pat her wound and winces, her hand comes back sticky with blood. "-Worse than I'd like."

She comes up beside Eridani. "I can treat injuries - may I touch you?"

"Uh. Sure?"

She rests her hands near Eridani's wound - and it closes most of the way, and an equal wound opens on Ridis before her body shifts and begins re-weaving itself. The flickering glow around her intensifies.