Feet are sometimes the most useless things that Ilde has ever had the misfortune of being saddled with; now feels like one of those times, but the urge to do away with them for now is tempered by the awareness that her tail would do her about as much good on the boat, even as the water crashes around them. The gun in her hands is about as useful as the feet under her when it backfires (the jostling of the boat fucks her aim, which ends up being for the better as she doesn't take the backfiring bullet in her face, but it tears open the side of her on its way into the side of the boat and now her blood is in the water), and she swears, appropriately loud for once, before she trades it for her kukri.

Heeding Sonja's earlier warning about magic, she bites the inside of her own cheek and focuses on sinking the blade into eel-flesh, eyes first, tries not to think about biting them.