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This level of magic theory, the stuff that dealt with how life and succor was sustained by the world itself was beyond Éliane. She trusted the others to verify Cid’s words, not entirely trusting the Eidolon of Thunder, but seeing that her companions were satisfied with his explanation, she was.

She still thought that Cid was a right bastard by error of omission though and would hold a grudge for a while. 
The others might have not been too enthusiastic, but after the mess that was Leviathan, Éliane could get into a true –lower stakes—trial against Ramuh’s attendant. 

With a flash and a jump her weapon glinted dramatically as she quickly dodged the opening bolts of lightning, giving Miina an unseen wry smile that quickly turned eager as she fired back. Her gunblade barked throatily as she drifted towards the flanks of the creature, her battlefield experience already guiding her before the others’ words. 

Éliane’s gunblade clacked as she reloaded, slamming a fresh barrage in to add to the others’ volleys to keep Rudolf in the fight. 

“Charging in was my move,” she commented idly.