The cushion slips from Adelaide's hands as she stares at the monster. It growls at her, more of the 'ink' running down its face and teeth. Adelaide is frozen with fear, with the thought 'what the hell what the hell what the hell' repeating to fill the panel's background behind her. Her hand tenses, that pink magic glow returning, and some sparks of her own forming. ADELAIDE (thinking): I'm not good enough with any magic to seriously fight it off... unless i use that power, but-