Okay, maybe being small is great for avoiding getting hit, but when you're airborne? It causes problems. Those arms are basically slicing through the air like giant fanblades, and the bat squeaks in distress as she's buffeted about helplessly in their current.
Desperate for something to anchor to, Peridot acts on sheer instinct. Her elemental form is a relatively new power that she's still getting the hang of, but something she knows for sure about it is that she'll be almost automatically drawn through the nearest metallic object and, hopefully, out of harm's way. If she gets into one of those arms, maybe she can even do some damage. Or, that's what she thinks for about two seconds anyway, before discovering why zapping into one of the Mother's metal arms is actually a terrible idea.
As a general rule, Gems aren't really bothered by the cold; they don't exactly have an internal body temperature that needs to be maintained, or true flesh that can be damaged by frigid conditions. But what Peridot feels when she makes contact with the construct isn't a natural cold; it's like horrible icy despair made tangible, a force that seems to try and crystalize within her very soul, threatening to spread and shatter it. What's worse, with all her exposure to the Ringmaster over such a long time, Peridot's soul has taken on an inclination towards fire and heat. What she's rubbing up against here is essentially the antithesis of that, and coming into contact with it is painful and terrifying to feel.
She's panicking almost immediately. The spell still technically does the trick, as, in a form of pure electrical energy, she's able to travel down the length of the arm and eject out the base of it to become solid again, successfully avoiding getting physically battered about.... But she's far from unscathed. Peridot practically wrenches herself out of the metal at the base, desperate to get away from that oppressive force. The lightning shoots out of the robot's back and turns back into a bat again... But the little creature tumbles helplessly to the ground, momentarily senseless and shivering violently.
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Desperate for something to anchor to, Peridot acts on sheer instinct. Her elemental form is a relatively new power that she's still getting the hang of, but something she knows for sure about it is that she'll be almost automatically drawn through the nearest metallic object and, hopefully, out of harm's way. If she gets into one of those arms, maybe she can even do some damage. Or, that's what she thinks for about two seconds anyway, before discovering why zapping into one of the Mother's metal arms is actually a terrible idea.
As a general rule, Gems aren't really bothered by the cold; they don't exactly have an internal body temperature that needs to be maintained, or true flesh that can be damaged by frigid conditions. But what Peridot feels when she makes contact with the construct isn't a natural cold; it's like horrible icy despair made tangible, a force that seems to try and crystalize within her very soul, threatening to spread and shatter it. What's worse, with all her exposure to the Ringmaster over such a long time, Peridot's soul has taken on an inclination towards fire and heat. What she's rubbing up against here is essentially the antithesis of that, and coming into contact with it is painful and terrifying to feel.
She's panicking almost immediately. The spell still technically does the trick, as, in a form of pure electrical energy, she's able to travel down the length of the arm and eject out the base of it to become solid again, successfully avoiding getting physically battered about.... But she's far from unscathed. Peridot practically wrenches herself out of the metal at the base, desperate to get away from that oppressive force. The lightning shoots out of the robot's back and turns back into a bat again... But the little creature tumbles helplessly to the ground, momentarily senseless and shivering violently.