[center][h3][color=C0392B]Rudolf Sagramore[/color][/h3][/center]

A familiar sensation washed over him from somewhere behind, that of waking up to a warm breeze in the midst of a summer's dawn— his accumulating ails sliding away as they came, taking things somewhere that felt more or less sustainable. He caught the minty green glow casting itself softly onto his drawn steel before he whipped up another surge of profaned fire—

[color=c0392b]"Shit—"[/color][sup]1[/sup]

He'd barely begun to brace himself for the impact of the Wroth's true power hammering down onto him. Even in the barest instants of it all, this Thundaga was clearly a level far removed from the errant fulmination that had been drawn his way by chance and conceit. He had readied himself to put that hasty, instinctual bet of his to the test— 

And then, as though a bolt from the blue herself, Izayoi had appeared high above, catching the falling hammer on her blade and adding its strength to her own, rending straight through the steel that cloaked Adrammelech's essence. To draw and counter the storm itself... He had only [i]just[/i] written that idea off as foolhardy, bordering on impossible, if he tried it. He'd found about four reasons in as many seconds why... yet there it was. The sight of his doubts being so simply, almost [i]pointedly[/i] shattered would surely stick with him for the rest of his days.

Adrammelech roared in fury, snapping the entrenched young man out of his awe as he tried to take advantage of the sudden gap that had been torn into his armor, his greatsword whipping around at speed to cast another projected wave of fire forth even as the spirit cast both dragoon and samurai into one another and sent the pair flying— and then with a clap of thunder, disappearing altogether. 

[color=c0392b]"Izayoi, Gala—"[/color]

[i]No time. Your sustain is in danger. He's above, and looking at your healing![/i][sup]2[/sup]

It was a damned good thing Selene's speed was still upon them all. To his credit, Rudolf snapped to, immediately pivoting and reacquiring the two story thunderhead into his vision once more. Not an instant too soon, either— the last moments of Adrammelech's gaze sweeping over where he and his attaché stood were all he got to herald the lifted fingertip and thin arrow of lightning that burst forth, trajectory terminating a few feet past his left shoulder. Just enough to react with first impulse, and no more.

Story of his life.[sup]3[/sup]

[color=c0392b]"EOS, HIT THE DECK!"[/color] he roared, wrenching himself to the side and reaching out, trying to add at least one more layer of defensive insulation to the tiny green firefly than [i]just[/i] a warning— interception by way of sword, arm, or body was a damned sight better than one of their two healers going down in a fight like this—

As for the other...

For the moment, she had gotten a layer of frosty stalagmite between herself and the falling spirit, but he needed to recapture full attention as soon as he could. The distance wasn't all that far— maybe if he could cut it off—

The bolt struck him in the shoulder, and his jaw clamped shut, teeth gritting at he let the wards eat most of the burn and instead cast a souring curtain of fire a few feet above the razor tip of the icy punji spike— depending on timing, he could either obscure it just before the moment of impact and buy Miina a second of broken visuals to get out of dodge, or follow up the collision with a heavy, lingering cowl of the stuff while Adrammelech was still occupied with the six feet of ice that he'd suddenly dropped into.

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[*][sub]1. It was only ever psyching himself up to go out there. The thing about putting on a brave face is that, at some point, it always comes back off. But this is the path we chose.[/sub]
[*][sub]2. All things being equal, even he has to admit that it's a damned good thing that I, in moments like these, can now communicate much more effectively than just pointing danger sense in a barely-specific direction and letting his body figure things out from there. Being eyes in the back of somebody's head is a lot easier when you're allowed to get the interpretation of the stimuli part done instead of waiting for them to hopefully guess right at your meaning.[/sub]
[*][sub]3. Prior to voicing any complaints, please refer again to 1. That means you.[/sub]
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