Grant held his hand out, stopping Nadeline from moving forward, instead forcing her back. What was this? Mateus? Or was it something else? It wasn't foreign, it felt so familiar, but why? The ice seemed to bring a chill to the normally heated Dalmascan day. Nadeline eyed the magicks, clearly at a loss as to what exactly what to do. She seemed to believe it was all coming from Savayna herself. Had she lost control? No, it was more than that, wasn't it? And like always, Ultima was back to ignoring her. What was the point of an Esper if they would offer no help?!

Nadeline felt Grant pushing her back further, shaking his head at her. "[color=coral]Simply backing away won't do anything! We have to do something![/color]" She told him, her voice escalating as the winds seemed to pick up in volume. Grant shook his head, once more turning back to Savayna, and simply walked forward. As Nadeline moved to do the same, he held his hand out. "[color=coral]If you don't want me to do anything, just say it![/color]" She couldn't help but tell him, annoyed.

The prince winced, frost starting to form on his body. God, the pain on his bare skin actually hurt. Still, he walked on, somehow managing to get within arms' reach of Savayna. He knelt down, taking her hands off her head, pulling her into an embrace. His Mist seemed to glow around him, doing...[i]something[/i], though Nadeline hadn't the slightest idea what it was that he was trying to do.

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Emiri watched Nadeline leave, clearly disheartened. Something was happening, and it killed her to have to sit around and do nothing. Rather, she couldn't, even sitting up was about to be too much. She seemed to want to move to see what was happening, but Jaakuna's touch reminded her exactly what was happening. What was she doing? She shook her head at him, seemingly disagreeing, though she would lay back down. She held his hand tightly, though she looked at him. "[color=pink]Neither am I. Go see what's happening--make sure no one's hurt. I kinda have a bad feeling, and I'm useless just sitting here. At least you can do something,[/color]" She urged him. "[color=pink]I can't really get up, so I can't run away![/color]" She couldn't help but joke. 

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Now [i]that[/i] was a surprise.

Shion opened her eyes, the incarnation of darkness before her. She knew he would come--what surprised her was apparently his intention was a non-confrontational one. But she knew him better than that, she was wary as always. The Mist seemed to whisper around them, filling the silence as Shion would simply stare at him for a moment. There was an almost thoughtful expression on her face, her thoughts known to no one. Nonetheless, she remained as she was, amber eyes focused. Why was he so predictable? Or rather, he had come far too quickly. Perhaps Sophia had told him of her location, though she supposed in light of things, those thoughts were pointless. She would close her eyes once more as she would stand, picking up her kimono and dusting it off.

"[color=deepskyblue]And so he appears in all his glory,[/color]" She would finally talk, flipping her hair off her shoulder as she opened her eyes once more. "[color=deepskyblue]Speak as you please; that detail matters not. You've come, claiming not to want a fight. Never in my life have you [i]ever[/i] had that intention. Why else would you come? Your little minions don't have what it takes to bring me down, and so you bend your knee to do the job yourself.[/color]"