Éliane praised the exceptional teamwork of her allies in her thoughts. Together, she had helped fend off those abominable flying creatures, and not too long after, she was able to catch the familiar forms of the members of team Kirin that had infiltrated the facility. All that they needed to do now was to retreat in good order.
Retreating in good order, though, was going to be harder than planned, because time had run out. As they began to pull back, Éliane could see the offending Valheimian airship train its weapons on their positions, and fire.
“Oh, shit…” Within seconds, the entire area was engulfed in flames and explosions. Even Éliane, as unflappable as she usually was, scrambled for cover, although she was cackling under the sudden adrenaline of being under sustained heavy fire. There was finally a bigger fish than Éliane that didn’t care about collateral damage…
Nearly blown apart by a near miss, sending flaming debris everywhere and pelting the Skaelan woman, she didn’t see much of Eve’s attack until the vessel itself was hit, exploding in an awe-inspiring conflagration in the sky. Despite the risk to herself, she was rooted in place, fixated on the orange and red fireball descending to the ground.
“It’s so beautiful…”She afforded herself a few more moments of lollygagging before Galahad brought her back to reality as she watched him shoot into the air, catching the unconscious form of the ship’s executioner before landing nearby to Éliane.
“No, but it’s better than expected,” she responded, blinking at the unclothed dragon girl in his arms. She might have been referring to the outcome of the battle… but she was also referring to the spectacle of the ship going down in flames. What a show! With Eve unconscious, though, her training kicked in and she quickly moved to check for injuries. Finding none, she allowed Galahad to preserve her modesty, keeping her in a safe corner of the roof away from any sightlines.
That was just as well, because it didn’t look like the Valheimian resistance was over yet—from their vantage point, she could see a familiar enemy emerge from the wrecked Proudclad. Although Éliane couldn’t see the expression on her face from this distance, she could tell from the body language that she was not emerging to surrender.
Éliane immediately swung her rifle back around, placing the woman in her sights, before taking a brief moment to process what she was seeing.
What was Esben doing!?
Well, whatever, it didn’t matter.
If Reisa was trying to look cool and evil strutting out from the wreckage, Éliane wasn’t going to give her the moment!
Calculating the drop from this distance atop the roof, she aimed her weapon, and pulled the trigger. The rifle cracked out, and she immediately worked the bolt, and fired again, and again.
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