Imogen had pressed herself to the back wall of the cavern so when the whatever it is busted through she could get behind it. A wicked gleam in her eye as they returned to their normal dark hue.

Wind was rustling her skirt, not like there was much natural wind in the cavern. It circled up her body gathering more pink energy and dust to it before Imogen launched the Fairy Wind at the Tyrantrum's back. Hopefully it can't focus on both parties at once.

She was so sad this wasn't a good time for diplomacy, because the big guy was gorgeous.