With Lorenzo taking charge first, Jaakuna and Lannit had followed suit. The two had practiced their maneuvers so many times over the years. Though it’s been about four since they last fought together, they still had the same strategy as from before: Lannit would fire his Needle Rifle at the enemy, which got their attention, and Jaakuna would take advantage by striking with overkilling fury from the air as he utilized a float spell.

And so they did exactly that. Pink needles of magicite were fired from Lannit’s gun, exploding into medium, non-elemental magickal damage on four Wendigos spread across ten paces. Though it damaged them, it didn’t seem to hurt their heavily-armored bodies. From what could be seen, it only annoyed them. 

As the four Wendigos charged at Lannit, who kept firing, Jaakuna came from the sky. One WEndigo was sliced in half by both swords as Jaakuna came down with a vertical strike. Next, without wasting any momentum, Jaakuna thrusted forward with one sword, sending white and red fire into one Wendigo. This didn’t kill it, but the magick from his sword did maim it as the beast was sent five paces opposite of Jaakuna as it was sent to Lorenzo’s direction. 

Jaakuna took in a breath and saw the remaining two come at him. Twisting his body, Jaakuna would use his Mist to create a sort of fiery tornado of red and white. The two beasts sent out blizzara spells at the tornado. Unfortunate for them, the ice didn’t even make it past the heat generated from Jaakuna’s mist. 

As the two beasts came charging at Jaakuna. In a matter of moments, he would release the fire maigck he had been gathering at the two beasts in the form of a hurling, fiery tornado. It would envelop them and raising their bulky bodies ten paces off of the ground.

“[color=ed1c24]Now, Lannit![/color]” Jaakuna gave Lannit the signal.

Lannit charged his rifle to the max, the needles growing twice as long as they normally were. A unique pink and purple mist oozed from Lannit’s body, surrounding him to the point that it drastically changed his entire body. His hair was a deep, dark orchid, his skin had been tinted with a magenta color, and his gun had so much magickal essence coming from it that it was about to burst.

Until Lannit fired.

“[color=mediumslateblue]Needle Storm![/color]” Lannit called out.

The mist-infused needles shot out at such a velocity — and quantity — that if you blinked, you probably missed it. The total count of how many magicite needle rounds were shot exceeded the hundreds. When the needles had made contact with the tornado, it changed its color to match Lannit’s temporary appearance. And as the last round of needles was fired, the tornado exploded, leaving nothing of the two Wendigos in the tornado.

As the smoke would clear, Lannit’s former paled-skinned, blonde-maned self returned.
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“[color=lightblue]By all means, finish the job.[/color]” Savayna wasn’t even going to protest to that idea. If there was a chance that she was still alive, any at all, then she encouraged Grant to put a few more slugs into her. It might be a little cold of Savayna to feel like that, but sometimes being frigid never bothered her. It was sometimes necessary when faced with the possibility of a bitch coming back from the dead.
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Isabella hesitated briefly when Nadeline explained what she was going to do. She expected her future daughter-in-law to do something like that. The Queen Mother knew that because it would be something that WEsley would do. Honor and integrity were the cornerstones of Wesley’s soul, so it wasn’t a shocker that Nadeline would have something similar. 

“[color=orchid]It’s astonishing,[/color]” she mused aloud, “[color=orchid]you are so much like him.[/color]” isabella smiled, chuckling to herself as she saw the subtle fire in Nadeline’s eyes. “[color=orchid]You might want to try Old Dalan. If there’s anyone who might know where my recently-revived son is hiding, it’s that old kook.[/color]” Isabella frowned slightly as she was forced to utter his name. A lot of history there, not enough time to reminisce.
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“[color=36454f]You insult me with your ignorance.[/color]” Zodiark stated sharply. “[color=36454f]Don’t do it again.[/color]” 

As Zodiark would purse his lips, he found himself both annoyed and intrigued by Emiri’s bold rhetoric. No one talked to him like that. And maybe she knew that, and that was why she did it anyway? How intriguing. 

“[color=36454f]I can’t decide if I should commemorate your bravery or scorn your stupidity,[/color]” Zodiark hummed a musing sound, all six arms forming various hand signs, as if contemplating it on several planes. A second hum came from Zodiark’s mouth as he would look at the Time Scion. “[color=36454f]Very well. I will let you in on a secret, Emiri.[/color]” Zodiark remarked, “[color=36454f]but first,” he waved his arm at Roburmaal. “Robur, if you would, escort Follower Twelve to his quarters.[/color]” Zodiark ordered.

“[color=b87333]As you will, my liege.[/color]” Robur grasped Keiran’s arm, “[color=b87333]this way, Twelfth.[/color]” Robur didn’t give Keiran much of a choice.

As Keiran would be whisked away, ZOdiark smiled upon the pretty face of Emiri. “[color=36454f]My apologies, but lower beings such as my former seed should not be allowed to hear such important plans, don’t you agree?[/color]” Zodiark gave something akin to a grin.

When the doors have closed behind Robur, Zodiark hummed once more. “[color=36454f]I desire a lot of things, Emiri. I want to ensure my place in this world. To do that, I need power.[/color]” Zodiark laughed, “[color=36454f]I know what you must be thinking: ‘power? You have all the power you need.’ Yes, this is true. I have a lot of potent strength in me. My creators did not foresee this, so they sealed me away in that hell Giruvegan. However, when they sealed me there, I lost most of my power. I mean, that is to say, I had to forsake some of it when I tricked that lover of yours, [i]Jaakuna[/i].[/color]” Zodiark knew the mention would get a reaction. “[color=36454f]So, how can I get back my power? Well, that’s a rather easy question to answer. To return me to my original glory, I need you, my dear.[/color]” Zodiark uttered, his voice unusually tender. And even more unusual, his longest arm - the lower right one - was stroking Emiri’s  left one. “[color=36454f]If you do this for me, you will become what all of these espers have been calling you, Emiri. Do this, and you will no longer be Emelia Inabi of Rozarria. You will be Emiri, the Time Scion.[/color]”