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[center][color=cyan][h2]Etoile[/h2]
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Etoile had been a fighter long enough to know that if someone screamed in a somewhat-panicked voice at you to get out of the way, no matter how little you knew them, you [i]got out of the way.[/i] And that's exactly what she did, throwing herself into a tight roll and hearing, rather than seeing, a volley of spikes launching themselves into the tree where she'd been standing a moment ago. She winced at the twinge in her leg, but ignored it; it wasn't important where dying was concerned. Ripping her sword out of the sheath with a metallic screech, she placed her hand on it: "[color=cyan]Gladius ventus[/color]." The rush of power out of her was comforting after the antimagic field, and the heatwave-esque aura in front of her sword confirmed that she was back in form. 

As she ran at the beast, she threw her hand out, motioning at the ground beneath her. "[color=cyan]Densus ventus[/color]!" A staircase-like platform folded into existence and she dashed up it, leaping off and reaching the apex of her jump about six feet above the beast. She pointed her hand at it, palm out, and smiled jaggedly as the staircase dissolved behind her. [i][color=cyan]There we go.[/color][/i]

"[color=cyan]Impulsus ventus[/color]!"

The blast of wind that emerged from her staggered the creature, that was certain. Unfortunately, it had been long enough since she'd had to use Impulsus at such high power, and she'd forgotten the other component of it. She surged upwards, finding herself nearly twenty feet off the ground. She quickly dropped the aura from her sword and funneled the aether around her into another Densus, only barely managing to catch herself before she plummeted to earth. She let out the breath that she'd been holding and took a moment to collect herself.