"That would be my cue." Nadeline sang, holding her blade up. "Be a dear and assist me, Emi." Her white glyph was inscribed into the ground beneath her, the song of magic in the air. She twirled her sword around, as if treating it like a staff, and once she finished she pointed her sword at the sky. Emiri held her hand out, a clock appearing underneath Nadeline, its hands spinning forward. The blonde smiled, her magic springing up from the ground and surrounding her sword. She whipped said sword to the side, kneeling slightly, and then she took off. She zipped past the group, the clock still underneath her and stopped right before the Ahriman.
She stabbed the monster multiple times, each stab executed in a flurry and melding together. The clock stopped each attack, making them look like swords of light. They kept the Ahriman in place as Nadeline jumped, holding her sword above her as it glowed an ethereal white, Mist gathered around it. She slashed downwards, sending down a pillar of brilliant light onto the Ahriman. The rest of the holy swords then converged onto the monster, creating what could only be called a holy explosion. The force of the magic was strong, and the airborne Nadeline was thrown backwards. Grant felt himself get pushed back by the blast. He had known her magic was strong, but he never imagined it being this strong. Emiri put her hands in front of her, trying to remain steady as she was nearly blinded by the blast.