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It wasn't long before their friends finally decided to show themselves, the Golden Boars bursting forward from their hiding space. Runa kept her expression cool, feeling a bit more confident in combat than she did in making impressions upon her fellow knights. However, the young knight wasn't entirely certain that Fenrir would be up to such a battle. Given the ride, the two had just been through to even make it to the rest of the knights. At this, the Hundi swore under her breath. There wasn't exactly much room, nor time, to ensure that Fenrir wouldn't run off in the middle of the battle. Still, she wasn't about to stand here and do nothing while her fellows fought. Focusing her magics into her hand as Ser Jodeau charged in, then looped around their enemies to prepare for another attack. Using the brief moment of distraction this would cause, with no doubt of their foes focusing on the man who had just attacked, Runa lashed out with her own blow. 

An orb of brilliant red flame formed in her palm, as she whispered a small incantation and the flame seemed to take on a more volatile nature. Then she hurled the volatile, burning orb forwards in a deathly trajectory. The distance was covered in no time, and her allies were well outside of the range from the coming explosion. She only hoped their enemies would be distracted enough by Fleuri's own attack to be caught. In that same breath, her thrown orb slammed into the ground amid the Golden Boars with a deafening crack and a small shockwave tearing outwards from its epicenter. Moments later, incinerating flames would follow that same path outwards. Lethal to those caught within its small radius. As her attack impacted, Runa drew her sword in preparation to close the distance for combat. Hoping her fireball just might've cleared enough of their attackers out and she'd be able to finish the fight before Fenrir tired too much.

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