[Color=black][i]THREE![/i][/color] A scream in chorus with her own, furious, agonized and ecstatic. 

[i]Firebrand[/i] swerved, blazing sword cleaving through the axe-wielder’s torso, and then spearing through its head when it fell in pieces to the ground. “[COLOR=fc4a03]Nice shot! Let's go, that's what I like to see![/color]” she roared over the comms—so loud, so energetic, like this wasn’t a fight for their lives. 

The singularity weakened rapidly, collapsing on itself as [i]Firebrand[/i] spun and sprinted back towards [i]Ablaze[/i]. The spearman broke off, charging to meet her, and the woman’s laughter rang in Quinn’s ears. Their clash was brief. [i]Firebrand[/i] twirled her blade, batting the spear aside and, raising her weapon high above her head, slammed it down and cleaved the monster in two. 

The bladed Modir, however, kept its focus entirely on Quinn, claws outstretched, undeterred by her unbound power. It snarled, leaping at her with claws soaked in both of their blood, and dug them into her sides. But this was not the burly opponent from before, and though there was sharp and certain pain shocking through her, it would be nowhere near enough to topple [i]Ablaze[/i] now.