Moon grit her jaw, the crown on her head remaining in place despite the blood dripping from the wound on her skull. Unlike the others, Moon could not manipulate the aether around her. She had never learned how and could not sense it like they were able to. Even as a cat, the use of aether was impossible, although she had seen others use it. Moon could only rely on herself and her own skills. The cat rose to her feet, tail stiff, ears pointed forward, remaining on the enormous throne and directed her bow towards one of the creatures dressed in bandages. "Moon will help," she loosed her arrow, which dug into the shoulder of her target.
Lee-Seo jumped forth, throwing up their arms and manipulating the aether around themselves to create a barrier in the hopes of buying their team more time. If they won this game, it would give team Art a huge advantage over the others. Lee-Seo turned back to look at Moon, giving her a nod of reassurance that they would stand here and do their best to guard the crown. Someone had to make sure that the cat did not slip. "Sit back down," Lee-Seo urged and Moon listened, falling back onto her behind on the throne. It was a wonder how the cat was conscious at all, considering how she had been beaten in the last round.
The clock was ticking, the round was nearly halfway over in the blink of an eye. Moon shook her head, she needed to stay awake.