"Wait.... Shh... I think I hear something."

Their conversation about what a cool mount Legion would make is cut short, and that's a good thing, because Tuesday doubts Legion would agree to such a thing without much convincing, especially when grown.

There's a sound coming from nearby, one that makes Orm pause and slither slower among grass blades, as if he truly were a gigantic snake hunting for prey and not the beautiful dragon people usually see Dragonair as. Tuesday likes him like this.

<'So... Nosepass are compasses?'> Orm asks after a while, still slithering through the air while keeping a close eye on the plains below.

"Yeah, they supposedly always face North."

<'Really? Must suck for them to move in any other direction, then. Do they like... go side-to-side or backwards and stuff?'>

The thought of it amuses Tuesday, and it almost makes her wish she had kept the one she had tossed into the chasm and deemed garnish for the Princess' banquet. Almost. Tuesday is rarely one to have true regrets. She does have a few here and there, though. Secret regrets.

Once she's in reach, Tuesday pushes her spear forward, jabbing it between the Magnemite's main body and one of its magnet limbs. Then, the command word comes, spoken as if rolling thunder. "ALEXA."

It feels as if the spear becomes impossibly heavy, frozen in mid air. Impossible to move. It won't even budge. No matter how badly the Magnemite struggles, shooting out random electric attacks in despair.

Naturally, Orm takes the opportunity to strike.

"Damn, it's a resilient little fucker, huh?" Tuesday laughs, and of course, while she could totally catch the Magnemite like this, she has never been one to leave her prey standing... especially those who attack her first.

"Just make the Blizzard stronger."

<'Hmm... Yeah, sure. That works.'>

And so it that more hail and chilly winds strike a Magnemite that's already barely conscious to begin with.