Camillia
Camillia was no fighter, not in this world at least. With her magics sucked away from her, she had almost no means to defend herself. That didn't make her cower though, hiding behind others as the great beast rose up in front of them. This was a test for her, proof that she could withstand what this new world threw at her. Eyeing the beast, her heart pumped more quickly and her breath grew shallow. It was terrifying to look into its eyes and witness the seething anger within. But with a grit of her teeth and a stomp to the ground beneath her, she steadied her resolve.
She would not attack from the front, no, that would be too easy for the snake. But was a side attack the proper action? At least from the front it would only be able to bite one or maybe two horses. As opposed to on the side where its tail might knock a multitude of horses to the ground. She had to guess what the others would do, whether enough would attack in the front to even out her boldness or should she disregard them, attacking from the side and hope for the snake to be too distracted.
Her mind evening out, she charged forward, seemingly straight into the creature's jaws. Nearing, she reared and kicked out at the snake, hoping the threat of her hooves would be enough to avoid a bite to the belly or head. She was betting on the others, more powerful than her, to take down this snake. For now she was a distraction at best, at worst, a meal.
