Castor barely has enough time to brace against the blast of water and for a brief second, she smells salt and hears the Lord of the Revel crowing in delight. Wild and pure and forever free.

She stands strong against the water because she must and as it runs off, so too does her brief reminiscence. The Medusa's shrieks almost drown out the cries of her companions. She hurts, but it is a tolerable hurt; Bruises but no breaks. She can tell without looking that she fared better than some. Most, maybe.

It only takes a heartbeat for Castor to ready herself and she rushes the Medusa again, landing a powerful Fire Chakra attack upon its flank.