"[color=darkorange]Nicely done![/color]" Lorenzo called out, though he couldn't quite stop himself from letting out a whistle, indicating how impressed he was. No doubt Lannit possessed the strength he needed; the guy would definitely be fine stepping into fatherhood. Although, monsters definitely didn't quite get to him as much as diapers did. But live and let learn--he was to focus on the task at hand. Two monsters left, and they had Lorenzo's name all over them--figuratively, of course! Lorenzo would widen his position, his left hand outstretched, and his right arm slowly drawing his fist backwards as he closed his eyes. As he did, Mist would gather around him, shining a brilliant sunset color the further he drew his fist back. Once he locked himself in, his fist glowing, the Wendigos would take the opportunity to strike. He opened his eyes, golden flames dancing in them, and he would throw out a single punch. At first, it was as if time itself had stopped, and neither the monsters or Lorenzo moved. After what seemed like an eternity actually compressed into a few seconds, the orange Mist would spring forth, engulfing them and taking them out entirely. Letting out a cheer, Lorenzo would throw his head back and laugh. "[color=darkorange]What a great warm-up! That wyrm's going to wish it'd never have been forth! Jaakie! Bennit! Onwards![/color]" He barked the orders, his laughter bouncing off the walls as he would continue. [hr] It wasn't so much that Savayna agreed with his decision, it was more the way she agreed. Still, Grant couldn't find it in himself to admit he had any compassion for the snake, especially when she had left him to rot under Vincent, so there was no love lost there. What did bother him, however, was how relatively simple it was to take her down. Savayna had been right, even if she hadn't quite admitted it, but it was better to be safe then sorry. Grant nodded, immediately pointing his gun at Levi once more. Despite shooting normal bullets, he doubted anyone could take four shots to the temple and walk off to live the tale. It was almost cruel to defile her corpse as such; there was no denying that in her stillness, Levi was, unfortunately, still very beautiful, even in death, or perhaps moreso because of the fact that there was no trace of who or what she was on her face. Letting out a sigh, he would reload, and was almost tempted to put the entire round in her head, but he settled for his four bullets. It gave him no pleasure, but he was more at peace now. [hr] A name she recognized, though Nadeline would not mention it. Old Dalan...she wondered if he would recognize her. They had never met in person, although he was the one who had sent Lorenzo and Grant to Aloa when Karolina was dying. The thoughts would be tucked neatly in the back of her head with the other worrying subjects, and she would focus on the matter at hand. After giving Isabella a gracious bow, Nadeline would take her leave without a moment's hesitation. The guards barely acknowledged her presence as she walked through the halls of the Rabanastre castle, and with good reason, considering the look on Nadeline's face was not to be trifled with. She could not ignore those thoughts of hers any longer: Keiran, Sylvester, Emiri...the three people occupied her thoughts almost unwillingly. What did disturb her, however, was Emiri; she had seen firsthand her power, how hungrily she would wield the darkness. But it was too proficient, too advanced for someone like her to know such a thing. And then there was that blood curtling scream when Wesley had struck Keiran, as if he had struck her instead. She had hoped Aloa's seal would hold, but she feared that with Zodiark's return and Aloa's weakening, the seal would become useless. If only Nadeline herself had had the strength and knowledge...but it was too late for that. Her thoughts shifted then to the demon, Keiran. She simply didn't like him, though she couldn't quite put her finger on the why. There was something more to him, something dark and deep, the way he manipulated Emiri with ease was almost too good. It was as if he had gotten into her head, toying with her, but how? And then, he didn't so much as flinch when Wesley's blade basically went right through him. He was definitely not human, but why did he target Emiri? He didn't seem to like fighting too much, but what was his goal? Finally, Sylvester. That name rang in her head, and she brought it to the forefront. Not just that, but it was with a heavy heart she recalled that name also belonging to the man in Wesley's nightmare in Nabudis. Just the thought of the man haunted Wesley, and his surety in his death only served to set off more alarms. If it was someone merely using his name, she would know: Wesley had described him in plenty detail that she was confident she would know if it was really him. But if it was, then what? No, now wasn't the time for doubts. And as she would walk into the shop, only giving a passing nod to the bangaa that greeted her, she would stop before the old man. There was no question at all--this was him. "[color=coral]Old Dalan,[/color]" Her voice came out a little more forceful than she intended, though she would bow. As she would straighten, her eyes burned with a fierce passion. No longer would she stay aside--she would take matters into her own hands. "[color=coral]I am Nadeline Lenore Roselia. Tell me where to find Sylvester Alexander.[/color]" [hr] [i][color=pink]Jaakuna...why?[/color][/i] There was no hate. There was no anger. The name rang in her head over and over, and as much as she hated to admit it, the name brought with it a great, unbearable sadness within her. Emiri nearly turned away, distracted by an overflowing memory of sadness, but she would stand her ground. She couldn't even enjoy the fact that she got Zodiark to snap at her--proving she could get under his skin--but the truth of the matter was that Jaakuna was a wound she would rather not remember. So much that she nearly missed Zodiark's speech. She forced herself to listen, if only out of curiosity, but Jaakuna hung back at the back of her head. His smile, his laughter, the way he would embrace her, the times they spoke...why was she remembering all this now? [i][color=pink]Because I still love him.[/color][/i] [i][color=palevioletred]Even so, I...[/color][/i] "[color=palevioletred]No doubt you'd get rid of me once the job is finished,[/color]" While the comment would normally be one of a sarcastic tone, Emiri was serious, her voice low and quiet. "[color=palevioletred]Even so...you'd be doing me a favor. This world is too cruel, too selfish, too tainted with the sins of man. If fate deems the end to come, so be it. I don't care anymore...[/color]" And involuntary hiccup escaped her, and before she could do anything, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Emiri forced herself to hold back the rest, pushing all her feelings down. No, she didn't need Jaakuna or anyone else. He was the one that caused her this pain in her chest! "[color=palevioletred]I...will need a little time to prepare. The trek across the desert was...tiring...[/color]" The words came out as a mumble, though it was unintentional, and she held her head. She had used too much power on fighting Nadeline, and was more weary than she realized. She would lift her head, empty red eyes staring at Zodiark. "[color=palevioletred]If that is your wish, then I will do what I can.[/color]"