[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Mathiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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As Esben dashed away from the entrance, the others rapidly peppered Famfrit with their opening salvo; the golem reared back from the strikes, shouting out in rage, before he felt his speed starting to lag—weight beyond his own and the exaggerated fatigue trying to settle over him. He saw the faintest shimmer in the air, unconsciously raised his blade to fight back against it—

[b][color=#008b8b]"Huh?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=#cc44f5]"That was smooth..."[/color][/b]

Esben, his thoughts catching up with his reactions, contemptuously cut himself free of the aetherial orb forming around him as Eos and Selene grumbled about Famfrit's rapid shift in spells, the point of his sword slamming into the magic as his steps continued to carry him forward. He'd rather have had it lose control of its aether as well, rather than having to find some other way to release it, but such a haphazard attempt at hindering the Kirins was far preferable to whatever it may have been planning to start with. He continued darting forwards, his fairy-boosted speed returned without the unnatural weight dragging him down, easily avoiding the guardian's water blasts.

[color=#b3ccff]"What I wouldn't give for Leviathan to rear up out of those waters right now,"[/color] he muttered to himself as Galahad, Rudolf, and Chisato all took steps to either disarm, disable, or distract the golem. Let the Eidolon fight the crystal's guardian for them, or at least hold it still enough they could manage something. As it was, the only one that [i]he[/i] had any capacity to call on would be Ramuh, and even that only for an instant. If he could do it, he'd have to make it count. The trouble would come in setting it up.

Trying to grapple Famfrit like they had with Adrammelech wouldn't work nearly so well. Knocking it over would be nice, but given the way it had maintained its footing already, it might take more effort than it would be worth. [color=#b3ccff]"Éliane, explosive rounds!"[/color] he called back at the riflewoman. [color=#b3ccff]"Izayoi, call up a storm like you did on the ship! Eos, keep her in one piece while she does!"[/color] The green fairy darted away, to hover next to the samurai. Coupled with whatever damage the other four had already done, Esben [i]hoped[/i] that would provide ample opening for himself to step in as he started to close the distance himself, pulling his notebook out of one pocket and flipping to the page that had Ramuh's sigil emblazoned upon it.

It was getting tiring, have to think all the time, but at least Galahad had the right idea trying to use electricity against the guardian made of metal and water. Couple that with making a short burst of a storm around it, dashing its water to spray and [i]ideally[/i] leaving it wide open with everything else coming its way—hopefully one good hit from Ramuh could get them on their way a bit faster.