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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Reisa answered, and Izayoi saw red. It [i]was[/i] her. The architect of all her suffering. The physical representation of everything wrong with the Valheimian occupiers. The person she was going to kill. A wordless, furious scream left her lips, and she charged. 

A hail of gunfire met her, Reisa's soldiers having evidently been more than prepared for the response. Bullets flew, and even the benefit of a Haste spell didn't allow Izayoi to evade all of them, one cutting her cheek and another grazing her left shoulder. She glowered, abandoning her frontal charge to take cover next to Eliane and Arton. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"She planned for us."[/b][/color] Izayoi snarled as a stray bullet whizzed over her head. [color=#736AFF][b]"By Himstus, by Imir, by [i]the Mother[/i], I will kill her!"[/b][/color] Even in the throes of her rage, years of tactical indoctrination and war led her to consider the situation at hand as best she could. Arton was downed and Eliane was taking up his slack. They were being surrounded and Galahad was cut off. The situation wasn't insurmountable, but any way out could likely result in the death of at least one Kirin. If it was to be Izayoi, then she would at least take that wench with her. 

A vial of potion was taken out of her sash, and she rolled it over towards Arton before shouting to him and Eliane.

[color=#736AFF][b]"On my mark! I will break their line! Do not fail to take advantage of it!"[/b][/color]

She ran a hand over her blade, coating it in wind magics before leaping up out of cover and slashing, a shockwave of wind crashing into the first line of gunners, a half-dozen wide. They screamed and fell, some diving out of the way while others were left with wicked gouges rent into their armor, flesh, and bones. 

Not even the knowledge that she could have once cut through three such lines at once with a single blow slowed Izayoi as she landed and resumed her mad dash towards the remaining gunners, and past them, Reisa. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Naught but the flames of hell await you, scum!"[/b][/color]

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Galahad's jump and throw planted his halberd straight through the Juggernaut's helmet and subsequently, his skull. Even as he landed and the titan of a man fell, a magical hailstorm began to assail him, shards of ice crashing down as their conjurer looked on from a distance. It seemed he'd planned for his comrade's defeat. 

An entire line of frontline fighters diverged from the main battle and rushed Galahad as well, intent on finishing him should their lieutenant's attempt fail. 

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As battle rang through Atsu, the sound could be heard from afar. Not a single person within the ruined villages vicinity would fail to hear its din, attracting attention from those who would otherwise be unengaged...