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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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It boded poorly that the Edrenian dragoon was the most agreeable and reasonable person of this bunch so far. Izayoi wasn't exactly pleased to be facing the familiar armor, narrowing down just who was within it from his absence, but at the very least, it meant the man was a competent warrior. Still, the Limbtaker grit her teeth as the red mage and swordsman had the temerity to talk down to her. Discipline and self-control barely kept her from hissing a furious response at them. They had not seen what she had. Not suffered at the hands of the invaders as she did. 

Instead, she silently accompanied the group as they dashed through the castle halls, one hand kept on the hilt of her sword at all times. Experience and war had her rapidly tallying up the count of both dead Valheimians and Edrenians as they passed fresh corpses, and the sum wasn't promising on either end. How large of a strike force had Valheim snuck into this citadel? Within the very capital of Edren, where security was supposed to be at its highest? Izayoi's ever-present scowl only deepened as they ran further.

As they emerged into the courtyard, old reflexes began to kick in. Izayoi took in the entire situation at a glance, her blade inching slightly out of its scabbard as she prepared to draw. At the very least, these Edrenians were making as good a showing as she'd expected. More gunblades than she'd thought, though. It seemed Edren's elites had been advancing further in technology since the last war. A squadron of Valheim gunners began to sight the Kirin party, and Izayoi prepared to dash forward, only to halt as the Skaelians of Team Unicorn solved the problem for them...only to cause another problem themselves.

The absolute gall of this blunderer, to threaten a supposed ally! And a healer, at that. This would not stand. From the sides of the group, Izayoi blurred from vision, weaving her way through the Unicorns to emerge behind the fighter in their very back. Her sword was unsheathed, its edge resting just at the tip of the side of the man's neck.

[color=#736AFF][b]"Yes, do threaten the healer that holds your lives in her palms. A poor leader indeed, to so alienate a far more important tactical resource than yourself."[/b][/color] She drawled calmly, glaring daggers at the fool of a Skaelian. [color=#736AFF][b]"Continue on as you are, and she'll have yet more work to do. Now lay down your arms, unless you wish to finish what the Valheimians began. Apologize, and I may even leave your man here unscarred."[/b][/color]