Masks 2

Maria grit her teeth, fists curled up as one unwelcome acquaintance made a puppet of this. Woman. Not really a girl. Had to be around fifty. Thirty whole years, listening to this? It was definitely, definitely a pissed kind of tear, that one in her eye. She took the magic'd up helmet and threw it, "AURA, CATCH!"

"WE'RE HERE BECAUSE WE WOULDN'T SUBMIT TO THEM! SIREN! YOU! ARE! ITS! PRAWN!"

And then, she just sorta. Stood there? A little locked up. The bubble of air around them expanded, and then detached, heading for the shark to slow its roll. Wasn't going to cast a wide net until she was sure they actually had Siren. Like. There.