Kepa Ying scowls at everything, being dragged away from the kid that told on her to an actual Chosen of Heaven. They were all conspiring against her! The beast, the pirate, the kid, the guy they were robbing, all of them! Everyone standing in the way of her righteous vengeance! How dare they, when you’re dealing with a Chosen of Heaven, you’re dealing with a life and death situation. That kid needed to be taught that actions have consequences, and that specifically the consequence for tattling on her was to be beaten until he needed a doctor to stitch him back together.

“Let me go already,” Kepa Ying demands of the obvious Primordial Grandmist pirate, “he’s dumb and deserves everything I’m about to do to him.”

“Nah,” says the pirate casually, “we’re just here to pillage and burn, and then get back to tha ship. Town’s already on fire, and we just stole a bunch ‘a stuff, so that’s both ‘a those things done.”

Going completely limp, Kepa Ying makes it as difficult as possible for herself to be carried along. Unfortunately, this pirate was obviously at least past the Body Refining level, and had no issues pulling her along, much like she had no issues pulling the beast up a mountain. Ugh, she’d definitely be stronger if she was the one that was older.

If the armor had the ability to explode things, she needed to master its use immediately. Very little was not solvable by an explosion. In fact, the size of an explosion was directly correlated to the complexity of the problems it was capable of making a solution to. She could start with everything, then move on to everything left over from the first pass.

Without that, she was stuck being dragged all the way through town back to the docks. That thing was made of wood, so she was going to have to think of something clever to get away before she started getting splinters in her most of her.

Nope, nothing.

There was always throwing a tantrum! The pirate was holding her by her armored hand, so she couldn’t do anything with that, but there was always flailing around wildly and making noise to fall back on, even if she couldn’t try to get free by hitting the guy dragging her.

Upon further consideration, keeping herself steady and straightened out by holding her armored leg against the ground was a great addition to the plan. That let her flail with one leg and arm without hitting her foot on the ground repeatedly, and as it happened, the ground hurt. She bounced a bit over all the gaps in the planks as she was dragged over the docks to the ship, but there was no comparison to the pain in her leg when she had been smacking it repeatedly against the non dock ground alongside the armored leg.

Not flailing the armored leg was probably a good idea in general, since it randomly activating itself to launch her into the sea was not beyond the realm of possibility.

Dragged along as a sack of potatoes, Kepa Ying stops her tantrum for a moment as in the sky fire, earth, metal, water, and wood all spiral together into a massive expanding tower. At the top, a cloud forms at the structure’s head, and as she watches the sources of all five elements stop being fed from below and are brought up into the glistening matter high above. Once the final bits of energy combine into a glowing blue sphere, it deforms downward into a spike, and crashes down into the dock, which breaks apart under the force.

Belatedly, Kepa Ying sees that there are a bunch of sailors running over to the ship that she is presumably being dragged to, so she resumes her flailing. This was her last chance to break free and beat up a small child!

“Help, help, I’m being oppressed,” she yells, hoping someone will take pity on her.

“No you aren’t,” says the beast, callously ignoring her plight. “Anyway, I’m just gonna tell that guy not to follow us existence fast, I will fish up in a moment.”

Idioms, how dare they. Not even bothering to give an excuse in plain language! She doesn’t stop struggling until the beast joins them on the ship and the gangplank, which she almost managed to knock over she was sure, was pulled back up. Once the chances of actually getting to go back and do the thing were no longer in existence, she calmly stands up and asks the pertinent question.

“So, where’s the food?”