Location: Jinn City

It's a clear day. People are generally pleasant about things. A commotion begins stirring down the street, though, and soon, a gigantic blue baby comes crashing through the street, screaming and swinging what looks like it used to be a support beam for someone's awning.

  Clearly, this situation calls for someone with a high Charisma score to settle the raging giatn baby-Oh dear, it's Rhagar.  Not exactly what we meant despite the CHA score.

  "This day is going to go poorly."

Mittens likes to blow stuff up.  Especially large raging monsters that are wrecking civilization.  So knee-jerk reaction is to throw insults and fire spells.

"Oh don't be such a big baby!"

Finger snap!  Big monster gets hit with a column of fire!  Then Mittens starts realizing she just lit a baby on fire...

"...poor choice of words.  I think you're right, Rhagar.  Sorry, big blue baby!  I'll make it up to you!  ...Somehow."

Igatho's earlier scream sounded like a whimper compared to what follows from being hit by fire. The sound of her new scream shakes the nearby buildings, shatters windows and pushes everyone on the street a few inches!

Her eyes used to look like sad, scared baby eyes. They flash a few times before glowing and spilling a chill fog from her sockets. Her tears from earlier freeze as she grits her teeth, growls and turns her attention entirely to Mittens.

Good job, Rhagar! The raging giant doesn't notice you because you let Mittens do all the attention grabbing!

Good job, Mittens! The raging giant now has tunnel vision and sees nobody BUT you.

Igatho runs straight for the kitty mage with incredible speed.

  Rhagar's player debates pulling the 'It's freeform' lever all the way, but opts for only pulling it halfway and resorts to slapstick tactics.

  Spitting a frozen swath across the ground in the bullrushing baby's path... Though they might still crush mittens from sheer momentum at this rate, but hey kitty cats know how to land on their feet right?

She's too young to have ice walk, right?  RIGHT?!  Either way, Mits lights her sword on fire with magic, waits for charging baby, then leaps out of the way!  With a fiery swat to the lil tike's foot as a parting gift.  If all goes well, slippy-slidey baby won't be able to stop her momentum and will wind up a good ways away from Mits and Rhagar with a owie on her foot.   If all doesn't go well...  Good thing the fiery sword power lasts all fight long?

Frost giants normally get ice walk. But she's only a baby and is still learning to ice walk. ;) Thanks for reading my mind, Mittens!

Igatho slips on the ice! Due to tilting back from holding her club back for a downswing in her charge, the baby falls on her butt and then back, and slides to a halt, having dropped her oversized makeshift club.

There is a moment of silence. Two whole seconds before Igatho wails, flailing her arms and legs in a tantrum. "OWIE!!!!!"

A bunch of guards come from around the corner, swords drawn.

  "I have no idea how to proceed from here."  But at least the only injuries he can see from here have been to the violet crybaby.  Progress?

Mits smiles and waves to the guards.  "Oh sweet!  Reinforcements!  As you can see, me and Rhagar have defeated the giant."

She tosses her flaming sword into Rhagar's ice and grabs some of the resulting mud.

"Swords are kindofa last resort on this one.  Extremely dangerous to get that close.  See what you can do about lassoing the hands and feet.  If my idea works, she'll be completely unable to fight back effectively."

She then starts tossing mud at the toddler's eyes.  Instantly freezing tears plus mud might wind up with instant frozen blindfold.  Blinded tantrum baby probably easier to subdue than one that can see you.

"Calm down, and I'll fix your owie!"

"NO!! You MADE owie!" The baby's reflexes prove impressive as she shields her eyes from the mud with her arm before slamming her fist into the ice and throwing a handfull of ice chunks at Mittens. "You're mean! You're ALL mean!!"

The guards take Mitts' warning seriously, though, and keep some distance while getting some rope ready.

One guard pauses and comments, "...how does she speak common so well?"

  "Why were you smashing things in the first place."  Rhagar is less concerned about the language fluency, considering that ranges from 'they really should know it, but do not' to 'born already able to speak common and get a day job'.

Mits was wondering why a frost giant baby was on the loose in town in the first place.  Maybe the slave of some cruel nimrod that provoked her just a little too much this time and got smushed for it.  Would explain knowing some Common at least.

Well nya.  Clever plan didn't work.

"You'll want to tie the other ends to something sturdy," Mits suggests.

Mits has been called many, many nasty things in her lifetime.  But somehow, a baby calling her mean is one of the most hurtful things she's heard.  But crying and sucking her thumb insisting she's not mean probably won't do any good.

"Owies are for tantrum baby.  Good baby gets healing potion."

She pops a cork from off a healing potion vial, casts prestidigitation to make it taste like strawberry jelly, and pretends to take a swig to prove it's yummy.  Then carefully approaches.

The guards are frozen, in awe of Mitts' bravery to approach the oversized girl. Igatho's glowy, freezy eyes go back to normal and the baby seems to be calming down to a sniffle and pouty-face. She looks in Rhagar's direction. "Mister Harry hurt me! I wasn't bad and he hurt me! It's not fair! I get hurt and I'm the one in trouble!"

She then looks back to Mittens and makes grabby motions for the potion as Mittens gets closer.