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[color=DCDCDC]Neve felt as if her feet had been frozen to the floor forever. Eyes wide, she watched as the beasts rushed closer and closer. How were they to deal with them? There was no way they would meet the Blightbeasts’ charge with the same type of vigor. Biting the inside of her mouth, she fully faced them with the intent of forging a shield around them. That was, until Izayoi tore towards the creatures with all of the ferocity of a tempest. Neve stared in awe as blood and intestines gushed into the air and the two halves of the beast slumped to the ground. The other Blightbeasts released a high-pitched cry, and the small cluster of them swiveled on their heels, pelted for the grassline, and disappeared into the fronds. 

 [color=659EC7][i]So they do feel fear. Good.[/i][/color] Neve let out a sigh of relief. 

The rest of the horde still lingered. Arton and Galahad clustered close as well, which brought her comfort in the face of the ruby-eyed creatures. Gritting her teeth, Neve raised her staff once again. Exhaustion brimmed in her in the form of a heavy fog that weighed her down, though the wild thumping in her chest gave her the strength to stay standing. Her staff glowed a warm golden hue, the light poured out and sworled around the figures of her teammates before the aura evaporated into the dusk. They would be able to drive back the remnants of the beasts with her [i]haste[/i]-- all they had to do was give one last, final push.[/color]