Masks 2

Fuck. Fuck!! She wasn't fast enough, she was utterly out of her league, and there was nothing she could do. What was she thinking, tagging along with real heroes like Coyote? Even her fellow newbies were functioning better than her-- fuck, even that weird half-competent cowboy seemed to be managing things better!!

This knowledge sank in quickly, and Finn internalized it even quicker. She wasn't as fast at moving as Siren, but she was a hundred times faster at accepting depressive viewpoints and incorporating them into her perception of herself. No time for moping though! There's work to do! So she was too weak for this, incapable of hurting this stabby fishlady, but she could maybe at least slow her down.

Holding her breath as much for the coming impact as for the potential water returning, Finn rushes over to Coyote's side, claymore held at the ready. She focuses on trying to replicate that spell from earlier - sword into frost, sword into frost!! Even if she can't do anything else about this, even if it ends with her impaled worse than her hero, there's no way she's backing down now! She stands, sword in hand, trying to ready that spell again and readying herself to act as a human shield if worst comes to worst.