Mythologies - Gna's Mission.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"I am no warrior, I am no savior, I am no hero..." Ray thought to himself, keeping his showman's smile and continuing his flamboyant and rather flashy movements. "I am however, a master at what I do..." He thought to himself and leaped back, stomping the ground with one foot rhythmically and doing some flamenco dance steps, quick spins and sidestep with the loud clicking of castanets. "-Sleight of hand!"

With that, he leaped forward and tossed one of the castanets down in front of him quickly. It exploded in a pale poof of pink harmless smoke and he vanishes into it. The smoke cleared rather quickly, but the young illusionist wasn't there.

"Demons three! Have at thee!" He called loudly from the side, flinging the second castanet at the two uninjured demons and it explodes with a harmless "PSHFT!" between them, engulfing the area around their heads with harmless green smoke.

During the commotion, Ray had made it behind Daisy, standing back-to-back with her. "My lady, dance with me?" He invited her, a rose between his teeth as he played a guitar he had snagged from the side of his wagon. He gave her a meaningful look that said: "Dance with me, and we can help. Dance and and you can fly. Dance like you've never danced before, evade them like only a dancer could! Your dancing, my music! We need not fight to aid in battle!" And with a charming wink, he played a fast paced tune to up the confusion.