"Sounds like a plan to me."

Cassie's still in the elegant and somewhat ridiculous red dress she'd conjured for herself a couple days ago. With comfort not being a factor, she'd seen no reason to change it. She stands with her pole clutched in a combat-ready position. The air flutters around her as she focuses her temporary new abilities on the vines and mongeese.

"Alright, Fujin," she mutters. "Time to do you proud."