Roused by the Beast’s footfalls, Jacque shook his head to clear the haze that lingered after the monster’s great roar. From the current commotion, it seemed that the Rift Beast was moving further from them and at no slow pace. “Ambroise! Start chanting. Hector, Notia. Run th-” Before he could finish, the sky grew bright from the magical array that formed above the forest. His eyes widened briefly in surprise, but Gods of War were not an uncommon sight in the capital. Still… the presence of one should make their task much easier.

“Right. Support that God of War!” With that said, Jacque crouched and then leapt up to clear the treeline. He might have gawked a bit as Rift Beast and God of War struggled against one another, but the astonishment took backseat to fulfilling his duty. One made easier now that the Rift Beast had been forced to stop, even if it was just for a moment. 

Snapping the two segments together, he grasped the Talentium staff and twisted his entire body into the throw as he reached the apex of his jump. His body threatened to rip itself apart as he pushed it past its limits, but his magic held everything together best it could and repaired what it couldn’t. Any sound he might have made was drowned out by the boom as his projectile, a blur of gray at its speed, tore through the air towards the Beast’s torso. He dropped back beneath the treeline before he could see the results, but it wouldn’t be long until he’d see for himself.

Spitting out a globule of blood as he drew Krisil from its sheath, Jacque looked towards the others with a nod before he darted forward. Even if the God of War could handle the monster, he could not stomach the thought of simply watching someone else fight. Much less when Evloga was, hopefully at the least, buried in the creature’s back.