They make quick work of that name; it doesn't have to look pretty. Later, they can pick all the threading out- like it had never been there at all.

For now? A bolt of fire whizzes overhead, a curse of a kind quick to follow. The one Chara assumes is Lup taunts the one they assume is Edward; something the monster doesn't take all too kindly to. Regardless of his intentions, of course Chara gets caught in the bluster, hair whipping against their cheeks as they drop their bag and stand, fingers clenched around their knife's hilt so tightly, their knuckles are white.

"If you are both quite finished, perhaps you would consider the fact that we could simply fly away from the raft."

Adults. Honestly.