This was bad. Really bad. Rain had not even been here for ten minutes and she was already in danger. The heartless had her surrounded, and were ruthless. They were ones that Rain could usually handle easily. But she could not use her weapons.

She was a giraffe, almost fifteen feet high. Her legs were long and awkward, and her neck was too high for her to reach down and hold a tongun. Her belts crossed over her torso with her tonguns on the back, but she could not reach them. She was out in the Savannah, surrounded by bolt towers and a few shamans. She glared at them, and looked around at the rapid thrusters that buzzed around her head. "You can do this." She whispered to herself.

A thruster tried to attack and she headbutted it with a shout. It flew back and a shaman attacked with it's blue flame. She stumbled, turned, and kicked it hard. A bolt tower came up behind her and she kicked backwards with one leg, but missed. A thruster knocked into her head and made her stumble onto her knees. A shaman attacked again, and she shouted in pain. "Ow! You-!" She struggled to her feet. This wasn't good.