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[center][h3]--Osprey - Kugane--[/h3][/center]
Cyradil's revelation regarding this dreaded 'Revenant' figure induced a deep frown from Eve's brows. Though the Faye Bard possessed no further information, the way she spoke of the entity combined with what Eve knew of the circumstances of her past led the black mage to a hypothesis, more of a wild guess but one that she wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be true, [color=d3d3d3][i]A surviving sibling of mine? No... I'm certain that I am the only remaining subject, unless...[/i][/color] A product of a similar project done in another facility? Perhaps one tailored to harnessing another Eidolon's powers; a savage butcher... Ifrit perhaps? Regardless, there was too little information to make it worth bringing it up now, especially not when they couldn't afford to be distracted by wild theories. She'd cross the bridge later when and if she encounters this Revenant.

For the moment, Eve focused on the briefing at hand. [color=d3d3d3][b]"That's fair."[/b][/color] She nodded at Izayoi's sentiments to her suggestion, if the Ospreyan ex-general deemed that the potential collateral damage and ensuing incapacitation of a team member outweighed the benefits then so be it, [color=d3d3d3][b]"Understood, should things come down to a choice between life or death, then I shall do it."[/b][/color] Last resort it is.

The shrewd SEED agent took center stage once more as he divided the roster into two squads, eliciting a few intrigued blinks from Eve as he assigned her to the infiltration team, the one requiring stealth, but after a short contemplation, she decided to trust Esben's deliberation, besides, he made sensible points, if they needed heavy firepower to break Hien out of his prison, then she could provide in spades. [color=d3d3d3][i]I assume I'll just masquerade as a nice captive until it's time to reveal our claws.[/i][/color] Plus, the fact that Cyradil had men on the inside meant they wouldn't actually be alone even behind enemy lines, then together with the support from the rest of Team Kirin, they might just pull this off. All in all, it was a sound plan, as expected from a graduate of the world's finest espionage agency.

Finally, with the rest of the team agreeing that Plan A would be their best chance at success, the briefing was concluded, now they could prepare and execute the scheme when the time was right...

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Come evening, Eve joined Esben, Rudolf, and Izayoi as Valheim's "captives", detained by disguised allies as they were brought into the very same building that held the son of Izayoi's late liege lord. When said masquerading allies gave her a small knife to cut her bindings loose, for a brief moment, Eve wondered about the pointlessness of it all; considering physical restraints meant little to suppress her lethality, the proper way to defang the Faux-Bahamut was to silence her ether as without her magic, Eve was no more dangerous than a young Sollan girl of similar size and build. However, she quickly realized that they couldn't take any risks of her casting a spell and triggering some sort of ether-detecting alarm. 

With her bindings sabotaged, the quartet arrived at a checkpoint within the prison, stationed by a squadron of Valheimr scum. [color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] It took [i]all[/i] of Eve's willpower to restrain herself as the sergeant referred to her by [i]that[/i] name, the dehumanizing moniker Valheim assigned to her, as if she was no different than the object he held in his hand, a weapon and nothing more. Fortunately, she didn't need to suffer long as the group answered the sergeant's words with actions.

As Eve's 'weapon' was synonymous with her own body, she used her allies' actions as the cue to reveal her proverbial claws. The moment Izayoi made her move, Eve extended her right arm forward, palm open, as a small amber-colored magic circle spawned there. [color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] With a silent yet fierce unblinking stare, the draconic chimera began firing jets of concentrated flames upon the soldiers, unleashing tangerine-sized bolts of steel-melting, flesh-scorching plasma to cleanse the tyrants from the face of Artimis!