Boss Battle take 2

otem Trouble is as a trouble does, when it's on a troubled mind Reasons come and reasons will go when the blind are followin' the blind Through her magical tether, Otem could feel the claws of the Magnus sinking into the bark of her sprite even though its body was partially obscured by the bushes below. This is it, she told herself, it's now or never. In a way, that was actually reassuring. Otem, rightly or wrongly, felt as though she had nothing to live for. Her family was gone, she was in a world that seemed hostile and strange, and she'd faced death more times here than ever she had in Helovia. If she died at the hands of this ... this thing, what of it? Either she would live and find a reason to stay here, or she would perish. Both seemed fine. While the Magnus was (hopefully) still distracted by her vegetarian entree, Otem dropped from the sky, hind hooves stretching to reach the place that its eyes should have been. She tried to be careful of the spikes lining its back, but of course there was more than just a little greenery around to obscure her aim. "I - CAN LIVE HERE - TOO!" Otem grunted between her clenched teeth as she tried to fan her wings hard enough to bring her back out of the creature's range. But of course her lead-feet, the issue that started this quest in the first place - made her ascent slower than it otherwise might have been.

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SHARP TEETH ON A SLOW AND MENACING ROTATION. IS THERE ANYTHING MORE TERROFYING.