As Sophia landed, she watched Emiri do the same. This wasn't how things were supposed to go--clearly, Keiran had failed. Letting out a small sigh, she would cross her arms for a moment. Could this, too, be something her lord had anticipated? He had made it very clear that Shion was the one he wanted, and yet, as the Scion readied herself, she found herself hesitant. No, she simply needed to follow orders--and the Scion of Time was deterring her.
Emiri didn't bother with semantics, leaping into the air, using the wind to propel herself forward. Sophia narrowed her eyes as she lifted her orb, a Protect interrupting Emiri's assault. As it faded she let it drop into the ground, several pools of gold forming. They would rise, forming several of her minions to surround the girl. Emiri wagged her finger, prompting her swords to separate from her. She moved just as they went in for the attack, each sword piercing Sophia's minions with ease, her control over her weapons flawless. When did she get this mastery, and so quickly?
As her last minion fell, Emiri's swords returned to her, if only for a moment. "So now the wind is yours to command...have you forsaken your ability to manipulate time?" Sophia couldn't help but ask.
The brunette smiled coyly, motioning for her swords to surround her as several glyphs appeared around her. For some reason, her movements seemed oddly familiar, though it wasn't until she sent one of her swords into one of the glyphs did she realize what she was going to do. She leapt back as the sword would appear, though by then Emiri would send several others through, the glyphs surrounding Sophia. One after another, they were a merciless assault, and for the first time in a long time, Sophia found herself on the receiving end of an attack.
Yeesh, that wasn't too pleasant. Clucking his tongue he felt the heat rise, much to his displeasure. That's right, this kid was the Transcendent. Still, he was standing in the way between success and failure, and if he wanted to get in the way, so be it. His fire magicks were particularly strong, and Igeyorhm found himself grinning as he swung his sword to clear the air around him, though not without a sweat.
"Fire, eh?" Igeyorhm couldn't help but comment as he seemingly blocked Jaakuna's mists with his sword. As if on cue, a surge of clouds darkened above them, thunder rumbling. He sported a wicked grin as his hand matched Jaakuna's, catching his fist. "I've always been called a hothead, but honestly, fire just isn't my style. Not that there's anything wrong with it--explosions are cool, but I prefer something with some more finesse, know what I mean?" He asked, a current of lightning zipping through his arm. He winked as he pointed his sword at the sky, and in that moment, a surge of lightning would crack down, his blade acting as a conductor.
When the smoke cleared, lightning surrounded his body, the man grinning from ear to ear. "They say lightning never strikes the same place twice--it does when I tell it to, though!" He laughed as lightning poured down from the heavens.
Letting out a shudder, Emette made sure to stick very close to Aloa as they ventured deeper. It was almost cruel how unsettling their surroundings were, though she was slightly more annoyed by how composed the viera in front of her was. The silence killed her as well; nary a whisper of life, death itself seemed to surround them. She walked right into Aloa, who had stopped suddenly, and let out a gasp of surprise. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She whispered, as if afraid to speak.
"They know we come," Aloa muttered, though she looked back at Emette. "Jumping at shadows, are we? I thought you braver."
"If we're being frank, this place creeps me the fuck out." The white haired girl outright admitted. "How can you be so calm?"
"I suppose you can say I'm in my element. Death has nothing to fear but death itself," She replied nonchalantly. "We tread carefully, our hosts are most generous to let us wander so freely, but I believe their hospitality will not reach further."
"Even so, we must continue," Emette resigned herself. "But...should it come to it..."
"I know I can depend on you," Aloa said simply, ending the conversation as she would continue forward.