"Thankyou." says Isabelle, backing the Emberlight up as well while they speak.

"So yes, let's talk strategy. Solarel's has never been the most thought through, you're right, but she's laser-focused on getting to her prize. I wouldn't be surprised if she utilises all her remaining resources and skills to advance at this point - just to make it to that last match."

"So, in light of that - what is [i]your[/i] strategy?" she asks, voice hardening. "I've been training, watching, preparing [i]specifically [/i]for this ever since the match with Ada. Working to [i]get better[/i]. I'll admit that I got into this competition for the wrong reasons. Duty. Obligation. Because I was told I had to be here ... But I've stayed for one reason and one only: Because I. [i]Will[/i]. Beat. Her." "

"I [i]need [/i]to do this. To show that I can be good enough. For my own reasons and not anybody else's!" she continues. "I've seen this mountain, fallen off it already, I know what I'm facing in her and ... and I need to prove that I can get back up there and climb it. And I think, no ... I [i]know [/i]that I have the means to reach the top now."

"You've seen my drones, but you still don't know all they can do. You've seen my skill, too, but there are secrets I haven't yet deployed. Skills I have that no other Terenian, Hybrasillian or Zaldarian has at their disposal. Those are what set me apart - my strategic reserve, that's the point I won't hold back any longer, all pointed towards that one goal."

[i]Does she remember how I saw her geist? She'll have a hint from that.[/i] 

"What then, do you bring to the fight that Solarel won't [i]already [/i]have faced, Marna Kerne?" she asks. "Zaldarian to Zaldarian. What do you have that she hasn't seen before?"

At this, Isabelle raises a hand, and a dozen bright lights flicker on from the debris field around them. Red target designators from her drones, aiming at the Lightning Rail from vantage points all around.

"Is your strategy enough to beat the fleet that shows up at [i]your[/i] back?"

[Roll to fight, 5 + 2: [b]7[/b] - inflicting a condition with words and seizing a superior position again.]