[ Castor yells in displeasure as she's clipped by the Thundara spell, but there's not enough time to ream Noctis for his poor aim. Castor's dealt with enough flans and their equally gelatinous cousins to know that she wasn't going to be much use in combat...but if the bulk of the team was composed of magic users, there was still something she could do without adding to the squishiness.
She pulls back in close to the flan and spins her air tank, trying to blast it in the face. It probably wouldn't do any damage, but she hoped it would keep it's attention on her and off the people who could actually hurt it. ]
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She pulls back in close to the flan and spins her air tank, trying to blast it in the face. It probably wouldn't do any damage, but she hoped it would keep it's attention on her and off the people who could actually hurt it. ]
Countin' on you te get me through this, Nanamo!