"Ah?!"

This cursed magical energy.. .there was no doubt in Fio's mind. This was a Fomorian! Turning on her heel, she sprang back, off of her vantage point and onto a platform she had formed in the air using a barrier, the spell she'd been casting cancelling. The enormous sword dissipated, fading away into blue motes of light that drifted skyward.

This must have been the Fomorian mentioned in Sir Niall's report...!

"I haven't the slightest interest in allowing you to handle this sword," replied the Sword Witch flatly. She couldn't provide further support like this, but at the very least she'd managed to take the Fomorian's attention.

As frustrating as it was, this was also an opportunity.

"However, I'm happy to demonstrate my capabilities, Fomorian, since you've given me such ugly practice targets."

The monstrous, abominable things that emerged from the darkness, twisted and warped mockeries of life that could only be the experiments the Fomorian girl had created. Awful. Completely and utterly awful. She would be doing them, and the world, a favor.

"Cutting them to pieces can only be an improvement! [i]Sura[/i], Luna Orbit!"

A single command, for a specific configuration of blades. Ejecting themselves from a circle in the air behind her, the blue phantom swords began to circle around the small witch's body, at first somewhat slowly and then far faster. Rather then a simple barrier, it was offense as well. The abominations weren't likely to care about pain, but they certainly would struggle to attack if they had their limbs sawed through, especially given her position in the air.

Of course, only an idiot would leave it there.

"Five phantom swords. Now."

They materialized from circles in an arc over her head, each one pointing at one of the abominations before rocketing towards them.

It was a test, but ideally it would also at least keep them from moving swiftly as she picked her next course of action.

[@Rune_Alchemist]