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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Izayoi gasped for breath as an armored dragoon was hurled at her, barely managing to catch Galahad before the impact sent both of them tumbling. She rose with a grumble, barely managing to nod in return to Esben before surging forward to follow his plan. No time or breath available to waste on a verbal confirmation. 

As Esben moved to pin one of Adrammelech's arms down, Izayoi joined him as was bid, though taking it a step further. Taking inspiration from Galahad, she leapt up, landing on the Capricorn's forearm before jumping again, landing on the lesser Eidolon's shoulder and plunging her blade into it. Howling in rage and pain as he crashed straight into Miina's ice block while having his arms and head restrained, Adrammelech was easy meat for the assault that followed. 

A collection of bombs from two sources hurled into the gash left in Adrammelech's chest, and his howls were amplified as they detonated, the combined explosion knocking away everyone who had been grappling onto him. When the dust cleared, the Eidolon was an utter mess: chest ruined, limbs punctured, and an icicle still sticking out of its gut. Adrammelech strugged to rise, only to falter as Ramuh's voice rang out across the clearing once more.

[i][h3]"That will do. I have seen enough. Warriors of Light, victory is yours. Revel in it."[/h3][/i] Ramuh descended from his skyward perch, one hand stroking his beard as the other continued to clutch his staff. Adrammelech bowed to his lord, his defeated form dissipating into the aether from whence it had came. [i][h3]"And to the victor, the spoils."[/h3][/i] A nod towards Esben. [i][h3]"The mark of your contract, if you would, young man."[/h3][/i] It would take a moment to realize Ramuh meant the same journal that held Selene and Eos's contract. Once it was produced, Ramuh raised his staff. A bolt of lightning descended upon an open page, leaving a small mark bearing the same symbol of levin that was etched upon the stone in the clearing. 

[i][h3]"So that you may call upon me when your need is great. Be warned that the aether required to maintain mine summoning is no small matter. Use your best judgment when mine or any other Eidolon's aid will be necessary. I believe Leviathan may have more than words for you when next you should meet."[/h3][/i] The sage spirit said, a twinkle in his eye. 

[b]"Well fought! Well fought, indeed!"[/b] Cid chose this moment to step forward, leaning upon his staff. [b]"You have more than earned Ramuh's aid, though I would echo his warning regarding his summonings. Regardless, the hour grows late, and this clearing will be safe enough once Ramuh and I finish repairing the wards around this sacred site. Is there anything you would require of me aught you retire for the night?"[/b]

[color=#736AFF][b]"Directions to Brightlam would be of use."[/b][/color] Izayoi stated, sighing. [color=#736AFF][b]"We have been blundering through the wood for some days now."[/b][/color]

Cid blinked, his surprise evident.

[b]"Brightlam? You're but two hours west of the city."[/b] He pointed towards what was presumably west, and certainly not the direction the Kirins had been planning on continuing in before this encounter had begun. To this, Izayoi could only groan in exasperation, palming her face.