Falling onto her knees with less-than-admirable grace, Nadeline threw her head back as she exhaled in relief. Her crown dissolved into Mist, her rapier slipping out of her hand and gently rolling to a stop still within arm's reach. Whatever dignity she had was gone, her body actively fighting her; if she could, she would have laid down on the ground to rest. Her magicks had all but been depleted, though at the very least, it had been worth the effort, as their foe/friend laid on the ground still.

Forcing herself to stand, she dusted off her dress, placing her hands on her hips as she eyed Savayna from a distance. "[color=coral]I would hardly call that 'efficient' but I suppose the job is done...[/color]" There was no way in hell Nadeline was going to let Jaakuna pat himself on the back for this one, considering it was his own fault. She looked up at the hanging Zodiac Spear, letting out a sigh. "[color=coral]Mission accomplished. Your prize awaits you.[/color]"

Kneeling down to pick up her weapon, she felt the world spin for a moment, and found herself on the ground. She had used more magicks than she had thought, it seemed. Letting out a noise somewhere between irritation and exasperation, she pushed herself up to sit, shaking her head. Now that all was calm, she could feel something in the air was off.

Frowning, she looked at Jaakuna. "[color=coral]I know you felt that pulse earlier,[/color]" She said. "[color=coral]Savayna won't be going anywhere, and neither am I, unfortunately. The others are together, but...[/color]" She already knew that if something was going down, Wesley wouldn't abandon their friends. "[color=coral]I ask that you go in my stead.[/color]"
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Letting out a groan, Grant sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Getting thrown around was getting less and less amusing, more so when he saw his own shadow begin to morph. Getting to his feet, his hand immediately went to his weapon, his eyes on the ground as he watched a hume-shaped shadow rise from the ground. It highly resembled Ren's technique, and he ended up backing into Emiri, who had gone over to check on him. He noticed she was not looking at him, though he was surprised to see that the same thing happened to her. Her shadow slowly began to take on her features, most noticeable with the long ponytail it sported, and as Grant looked back at his, he noticed it had his coat and weapon.

"[color=dodgerblue]We all have a Monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind.[/color]” Rio replied to Wesley's comment with a half-hearted shrug, though he would shake his head and motion to Wesley's shadow. "[color=dodgerblue]You'll have to forgive me, I never was any good at dancing. A change of partners should do in my stead, I hope.[/color]"

Emiri's shadow lunged forward, with Grant and Emiri both leaping out of harm's way. As Emiri turned to counter, a stinging pain zipped past her shoulder; Grant's shadow had already taken its first shot, and while it only grazed her, she found it rather painful. Her moment of hesitation came at a price as her shadow moved, though Grant had her back as he pelted her shadow with his own bullets.

"[color=springgreen]As if I wasn't already fighting my own demons,[/color]" She muttered darkly.