[h2]Miina Malina[/h2]

Hang on? Right, sword sheathed so she could do that and—

Ah, what the [i]fuck?[/i] What was going on in Edren that they had people just trying their hardest to go through this vertigo [i]all the time[/i] and then just… land. Like it was nothing. Did Galahad have knees? She was pretty sure he had knees. Probably. Had they just been… replaced or something? They were jumping and she still had time to think about anything before landing and at the same time they weren't going to just splat in the ground like it was nothing? 

Okay that was enough panicking they were on the ground and thoroughly not splatted. Good. She could ask more about Edren's magical knees later. Or maybe never. Maybe once she worked out a way to land on her own.

Ah, Galahad had an escape plan, of a sorts. That was good for him, but Miina didn't really have the heart or the attention to spare to tell him that there [i]wouldn't[/i] be a point she was ready to leave. They were just too surrounded for it to be practical without the Mystral abandoning her goal, and the betrayer [i]had[/i] to pay. She was barely armoured in comparison to himself and surrounded by enemies, it was hopeless.

Not that the Kirins as a whole seemed in a position to fare better. They were outnumbered, worn down, and even if they got rid of Ysolde, her protections wouldn't instantly stop. Izayoi and Rudolf were doing their best to break through the line, so maybe one or two of them might be able to slip away in any confusion and continue to deal with the Blight. It wouldn't be her problem at that point.

She had to dive on all fours to avoid a swing before the dragoon engaged with the surrounding Templars, taking just a second to pull out her knife before resuming her weaving to get close to the target. It just felt more comfortable for doing something like this, that was all.

Miina wondered if the Grovemaster would appreciate the irony? It wasn't really a spell she'd ever think to use, but it was the only one that made sense in this situation. And she even had Isolde to thank for putting the idea in her head in the first place. There the Solan woman was, all the redhead had to do was reach her with her free hand and—

[b][i]"Dispel."[/i][/b]

If it worked… she had the knife in her other hand, right? If nobody had anything better, at least.