"L-Lancer, now is not the time! I'm still Caster!" Nero protested, squirming out of the unexpected embrace. Normally, she would be all for such a thing... but with the mass of aggressive Valkyries to deal with, their Master was right: it was time to stop messing around. "Umu, stand back and behold! Praise me! Praise my theatre!"

The oversized sword was swung in a ponderous circle, lighting up in flames as it completed and despite the enemies getting closer. Held ready to thrust, there was no way that the sword could threaten that many--"Sing, Fax Caelestis!" but the uncanny surge forward, the technique buoyed by the power of the theatre, took the Caster through the mass, even if the sword might only have stabbed one of the enemies.

The slight [i]tink[/i] of the red blade being balanced point-first on the ground was the ignition that proved that the others hadn't escaped either. Behind the Emperor, a vast pillar of flame roared up and to the ceiling. That ought to do a nice amount of damage--maybe enough that they could finish this fight before she was forced to exit this and give their enemies back the best means of retreat.