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[center][color=cyan][h2]Etoile[/h2]
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"[color=cyan]And here I thought you were competent[/color]," muttered Etoile as she watched Pagonia getting unceremoniously bashed into a tree by the giant krovar. Her eyes narrowed as she dispelled her platform and dropped to the ground. She shook her head at him. [color=cyan][i]Getting close to it. What a foolish decision.[/i][/color]

As the krovar turned its back to her, she sought out something, anything, to be a target, and her eyes locked onto the limb covered in ice. She thought for just a moment, then turned to its other forelimb and sliced two fingers through the air toward it. "[color=cyan]Acer ventus[/color]!" There was a sound a bit like swishing fabric as a knifelike projection of air peeled away from her fingers and found purchase in a spot of corrupted, spikeless flesh near its intact shoulder. She smiled thinly as it howled in pain and stomped her foot against the ground, doing her best to draw its attention away from the tree-smashed man. She dove and rolled under a volley of needle-sharp spines that thudded into the forest behind her, then fired off another [color=cyan]acer ventus[/color] before lifting an invisible wall of air in front of her and preparing to intercept a charge. She stomped her feet more and drew her sword, pointing it at the krovar in what she hoped was a very obvious threat.

"[color=cyan]Come on, then! What are you waiting for? Come and get me[/color]!"

As she taunted the krovar, she peered over its shoulder and gave Pagonia a vindictive 'you owe me now' glare.