[b]Cynthia[/b]

Everything was in place. Cynthia threw the feather she had plucked onto the rune she was facing and crossed her hands over one another, closing her eyes. In a monotone voice, she started chanting.

"Flame to the North, and Icon of Fire."

The runes under Sable started glowing crimson and linked to the other three runes with a red line. The ink burned as it came near the line, and eventually thinned out enough that the monster could be seen.

"A feather to the East, an Icon of Wind."

The runes she was standing over glowed white, linking to the other three with a white line that overlapped the red line between the two runes. The wind picked up, and blew the remaining ink cloud away.

"Ice to the South, an Icon of Water."

Aiden's runes glowed blue, and linked the other three as before. The air grew colder around the circle.

"Stone to the West, an Icon of Earth."

The empty rune glowed black, and followed the same pattern. With all four runes connected, the air grew heavy as if in anticipation.

"I call upon the providence of that which presides over these elements. Exhibit your might in defense of the contract!"

She threw her arms out wide and opened her eyes, which glowed with an inner light.

"Four Corners Cant!"

The air seemed to be sucked inward toward the center of the circle as the lines that connected the runes bent inward. Four magic circles, one for each element, opened above the demon in the middle, and a beam of light dropped into them. As it passed through each circle, the beam split into smaller beams four at a time, half of them taking on the color of that circle, and when it came to the final circle, all sixteen beams centered on the target, blasting into it with enough force to push the three Dragonslayers backwards.

Cynthia fell to the ground, blown back by the force of her own spell, and didn't get up. Once the light had gone, she continued laying on the ground breathing heavily, her eyes closed. "Did we get him?" She asked weakly, not opening her eyes.