Magical Starsign.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Aye-!" Mael leaped back a little further and swirled her paw around her, a graceful trail of water, similar to a gymnast's ribbon, flowed from her finger tips. It was a pretty low level water magic attack, but really, she didn't learn too much just yet. "Quench yer thirst with this, bilge-scum!" She shouted as she lashed out at the shield with the water whip repeatedly. Maybe if she can keep the shield away from the helmet, her companions could attack it. It'd be even better if she managed to take it down, but it didn't seem like it would without a fight.