When the Otani pulled the child under, she expected him to be scared, maybe even mad. She was counting on him to run away after he discovered how durable she is. What she didn't expect was for him to
fight back.
Coral in hand and snarling is pure Akalak rage, the child flails at her with soft fists, trying to gouge out bigger and bigger chunks of her face.
"Calm down! she wants to yell at him. This isn't a playable game anymore. She cant physically drag him away and she cant fight back. Not unless she tries to throttle him, or uses Reimancy. All she wanted was to play, damnit.
The eel shape and the distinguishing colour is quickly lost once she understands that there will be no chase. And a chase is all that ribbon-like form is for. What she needs is a pair of hands to snatch away that pink weapon before he successfully parts her with one of her fingers.
But she is barely past the most basic humanoid shape (it would really help if the boy would stop trying to cut her to ribbons while she changes) when the pair of purple legs that were so safely ashore just a moment ago suddenly stampede towards the pair of them.
The Otani is aware of how feral these people get about their children, and tries to snatch at the toddler away with her barely-shaped arms, but it's too late. A man that seems to occupy the same space as a grain silo suddenly scoops the boy out of the water in front of her, knocking her hand aside as she reels back. Even when the boy was trying to carve her up like a roast she was gentle with him, never moving beyond exasperation. But this? For some Akalak to stomp in and take away her toy? Even worse, for her to be bested by a toddler and Mr. Rainbow Brite in her own territory? The moulding snorts with indignation.
She can see the Ethaefal man closing in, holding an arrow in one hand and a determined fist in the other. And closer is the Konti woman from before, she seems to be swimming their way as well. One of the three is a magic user, obviously, but she doesn't have to auristics to tell who. But of the three (or three and a half) now charging at her with what she assumes is murderous intent, its the magic user she is wary of. The Eth's arrows can nail her to the floor, the Akalak could probably wring her out with one hand, but the magic user could do all kinds of unspeakable things.
And between the brute, the little brute, the heavily pregnant woman and the shining Eth, she has a formulating idea of who it might be.
The moulding suddenly turns, leaving the child behind (she never would have gotten him back, anyway) and heads straight for the Ethaefal man. He must be the magic user. But she doesn't want to battle him, either. She wants to best his magic. Just once. Then she can swim away with her heavily misplaced superiority intact.
She doesn't know what the magic actually is, though. The edges look almost raw, like res straight from the body. But it could be shielding, an art she has never attempted and has only seen in passing. It seems to keep the water out, so it has pressure. But the man was able to reach out of his to grab the boy. So it has pressure, but it's still breachable? Must be. And it's this thin hope that she barrels towards the man as fast as her fluid legs can propel her, a plan in her mind and a bright ball of her dijed sitting on her tongue.