TiaMarie. She was the one who gave him the idea for the wet grass. He fortunately or unfortunately never got the chance to use that on Benzi Rider. Cutty bowed to the pretty little sixth year, who he suspected had more potent venom than she let on, and stood back letting the lady take her given turn.

She was good at conjuring, he thought as he observed. Each bird having a distinct and discernible form. There were no tails and the beaks were not malformed in any manner. Which was good. Because he planned to play this one like a mirror. "Oppugno." He casted immediately after her at the very same bird. Monkey see. Monkey do.