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[center][h3]--Artimis - High Seas--[/h3][/center]

After five nights of (mostly) peaceful sailing, perhaps it was about time the ever-fickle hands of fate dealt them another hand, however, after Hien's escape, Proudclad's destruction, and the confrontation with the Revenant, only the utterly naive wouldn't believe the empire to [i]not[/i] be a routine nuisance. Thus, sharing Galahad's sentiments, Eve was concerned, yet expectant when another one of those flying ships reared up its ugly hull. With a flex of her gloved fingers, the Pseudolon harnessed her enmity for the villainous empire to spur the ether flowing in her veins, like a swordsman brandishing his blade, she was ready. 

Then the enemy came, like meteors, they struck from above.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Apparently, the rogue sentient weapon wouldn't be only the traitor on board the Scurvy Fishman that day, for this... [i]other[/i] dragoon, the one leading his cohort of machine-clad soldiers, had history with the Kirins' own dragonslayer. Ah, one of those then, a former ally who cast aside their honor, dignity, and integrity to side with the oppressors, just like a certain Faye crime lord. What did Valheim promise him? Money, power? The typical trappings of the greedy and the treacherous.

Galahad and Ciradyl might have advised her about reserving compassion and empathy even to those who stood against them... [i]However[/i], Valon's nonchalant tone, complete lack of remorse, and most importantly, that [i]infuriating[/i] smug mug of his. There were no doubts about it, he willingly served Valheim; twas’ decided, there shall be no quarters reserved for him, nor his men.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"Capture me...?"[/b][/color] The False-Dragon snarled under her breath, [color=d3d3d3][b]"I'll sooner burn you and your paymasters to ashes before you can even so much as touch a lock of my hair!"[/b][/color] She raised her right hand, fingers poised to release a bolt of azure lightning at Valon- 

-only to freeze in place. 

As the entrancing voice flowed through the air, Eve felt a shiver running up her spine. This... presence, much more potent and clear than the vague impression she got from The Revenant. There was no mistaking it...

One of her kin was here.

Kin... Pseudolon... [i]Ocean[/i]...

[color=d3d3d3][b]"LEVIATHAN!!"[/b][/color] Eve roared like a bull seeing red. She promptly discarded her cloak then sprouted her wings, about to take off and search the sea surface for the accursed siren of the deep. [color=d3d3d3][b]"Tch!!"[/b][/color] Unfortunately, mere moments after she took to the air, Valon's lackeys were competent enough to identify one of their main objectives and a group of them immediately began accosting her, soaring with jets of flame to try and incapacitate the Bahamut Pseudolon with their axe-rifle fire. 

[color=d3d3d3][b]"Rrrrgh!!"[/b][/color] Justifiably irked, Eve pivoted her target to take care of these buzzing insects first. What followed suit would be a veritable aerial dogfight as Eve weaved and swerved away from their projectiles as best as she could while returning fire via launching lightning bolts from her hands. As testament to the potency of her elemental magic, a single good hit was enough to put a False Dragoon out of commission, either lethally shocking the soldier themself or sabotaging their jetpacks, causing the volatile gadget to careen uncontrollably. 

And yet, even if she did manage to dispatch two or three of the hostiles, Eve found herself missing more bolts than she should and simultaneously, having a harder time dodging than usual, even though she was supposed to be a scion of Bahamut, Dragon Emperor of the Sky!

This... Etrodamned melody-!!