--Mizutane Mansion - Interior--
Between the gravity materia, dragonfire, and good ol' gift from Skael, whoever or whatever that once stood against them in this particular floor was done for, minced and well-cooked. However, the job wasn't over yet, the Kirins could only call this mission accomplished once they have Mizutane's severed head served on a platter. So, they marched on.
"..." As she did, Eve briefly shot Izayoi an unflappable stare that might be interpreted as expressing polite disagreement, really, it was the Samurai herself who
underestimated the Kirins' abilities to scale down a burning building; between her wings, Galahad's dragoon powers, Miina's feline agility, and Izayoi's own athleticism among others... but, too many words, too little time.
Especially when they had to deal with
this bullet belching lunatic!
"...!" The dragoness took cover along with the others, but this time, either through plain dumb luck or the sheer number of bullets sprayed her way, even with the convenience of having a space-efficient body, one of Gatling Goon's innumerable projectiles managed to graze her left upper arm, ripping through cloth and slicing the pale skin underneath.
"Tch...!" Eve gritted her teeth as she closed an eye, her right hand clasping the wound. To any would-be observers, they'd be able to see... blood...? No, the liquid had blood-like viscosity, yes, but it was translucent with pale hues of all the seven colors of the rainbow, it bore similarities to the prismatic beam that devastated Proudclad.
Ether. The Pseudolon was bleeding ether, from ether she was born, to ether shall she return... but hopefully not today, not in this manner.
To make matters even unnecessarily complicated than they already were, she could feel the muted presence of the world's ether around the enemy's weapon, the godsforsaken thing was fitted with some sort of arcane nullifying shield. Though Eve doubted the brute was even aware of the twelve-barreled gun's functions beside the steps required to aim and fire, regardless, for obvious reasons, it still presented a major issue for her.
"...?" Then, the Blight-Host had a rather audacious idea to draw the madman's attention. Would he sacrifice himself? No, of course not, not with how adamant he was, one could even say he's the complete opposite of the suicidal samurai. So, surely, he had some other plans...
And what a plan it was, use the enemy's own 'resources' against them, plus they got to disrespect their dead too,
good, there'd be no open casket funerals for any of these lowlife scum!
With a determined nod directed at Rudolf, Eve slowly unclasped her hand, putting the matter of her ether-bleeding arm away for now. Instead, she'd assist him in this gambit of his. The black mage built up power once more as angry winds began coalescing along her right arm. Then, as soon as Rudolf heaved the cadaver forward, Eve directed her open palm at the flung corpse, mid-air, then fired her spell, launching a gust of wind forward to accelerate the lifeless meat bag's established momentum. Now let's see if that dimwitted thug would - Ilias willing - take the bait.
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