[ His aim is true, and his strike is heavy. The vines ensnaring the monkey are tight and she looks back to her leafy companion with a thankful nod. Their mark has slowed down enough, but when she looks at into the storm surrounding them, she can't help but think Man, just a little more slowing down would be great... ] Coming right up.

[ It's a lot of noise to hear ears that goes quiet, silenced under the weight of her focus. She shifts her weight to one foot, and then reaches out: nothing happens, unsurprisingly. A flying monkey even makes a noise, like a car puttering out. With a huff, she tries again— this time, it holds: the monkey is sliced in h... a quarter. It's sliced in a quarter, only to leave a chunk of something gold in it's wake. ]

Phew. Thanks, Eustace. [ Breathing out, she turns back to Trahearne, and pumps one fist. Mission accomplished— until a monkey tosses a pie right between them. ]

Whoops— no time to relax. That's another way to tell...

[ Aerith's gaze zones in on the crowd of monkeys again. It feels like they're trying to... get her attention? It's hard to say... Almost like they also know that whatever that is shouldn't be there. Must be strange for them, too. ]

The ones that belong here aren't looking to hurt us. [ What's a bunch of whipped cream going to do, after all? ] Ready for another?

[ She's locked on one already, scepter still in hand. Can't do this alone, after all. ]