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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]

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Miina's holding spell ensnared Valon in the midst of his cocky grin, holding him still just long enough for Eliane's shot to take him straight in his right shoulder, piercing through the plate and causing him to kneel in pain as the spell released. 

[b]"Gah!"[/b] He hissed, still clutching his gunlance as best he could. The veins in his exposed skin turned a dark purple as he forced himself to stand, unnatural vitality coursing through his form. [b]"Okay, I'll give you that one, it was good-"[/b] A pause as Galahad's words registered. [b]"You did [i]what?![/i]"[/b] Valon spluttered at the dragoon, suddenly aghast. [b]"You know damned well what those are worth! What, did the Limbtaker decide it wasn't worth using one as a-"[/b] He suddenly raised his weapon, forced to block Galahad, followed by Izayoi.

[color=#736AFF][b]"Be silent, brat!"[/b][/color] The samurai snapped as Valon somehow managed to intercept both of their attacks, forcing them back with a sweep. 

Meanwhile, the Valheimr dragoons flailed and fumbled as Rudolf's Gravity materia sent them plummeting down, making them easy meat for Chisato. Esben's hijacked gunfire scythed through another before moving on to a series of ground troops and a skimmer, the latter exploding and sent plummeting down out of the sky. 

Valon surged forward, striking out at both Galahad and Izayoi with ridiculous speed, the veins on his face bulging grotesquely. Even the Limbtaker was hard-pressed to keep up, only narrowly evading and parrying his strikes as the force had her gritting her teeth. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"He'd not been this strong but [i]two weeks[/i] ago!"[/b][/color] She called aside incredulously to Galahad. [color=#736AFF][b]"What in all hells did he do to himself-damn it!"[/b][/color] Izayoi cursed, forced to break aside and parry an oncoming strike from one of the ground troops stationed on this particular airship. A cut to the neck dispatched him quickly, and she scowled, taking the situation in. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Rudolf, take my place! The chaff is mine and Esben's to deal with!"[/b][/color] Enhanced by Selene, Izayoi practically vanished, reappearing in the midst of a squadron of Valheimr and beginning to tear them to bloody ribbons with her sword work. 

Valon didn't stay idle either, instead leaping horizontally like an arrow straight towards Chisato. His plated boot caught her in the chest before she could gut another one of his men, and the Valheimr dragoons began to reorient themselves, fighting off the effects of the Gravity and returning to the air. 

[b]"Hussars, spread out!"[/b] Valon called towards his men. [b]"Don't let them draw a bead on you, and play for time! The longer this drags on, the more the advantage turns to us!"[/b] The dragoons, or Hussars as Valon said, did as bid, each boosting away and drawing beads on individual Kirins. They opened fire, aiming to keep them supressed even as Valon, the ground troops, and the skimmers began their counterattack. 

Two skimmers broke off to engage Esben, aiming to keep him occupied with one's evasive actions even as the other attempted to get him in their sights, firing. A third drew a bead on Eliane, firing away with its chaingun. Entire squadrons converged upon Miina and Chisato, aiming to drown them in weight of numbers as Valon reengaged, leaping back towards Galahad with sudden speed and hand outstretched. He seized his former fellow by the throat, laughing as he held Galahad up. 

[b]"Behold the power the True King has granted me! Might beyond measure, with which to bring Edren into its rightful place on this star!"[/b] And he [i]slammed[/i] Galahad down, throwing him hard enough that Galahad broke through the airship's deck, crashing into its hold below. Valon kept laughing, now lunging towards Rudolf. One thrust, three, six. Barely half broke through the false Sagramore's guard, only nicking him and drawing blood. Was Valon...toying with him? Not taking him seriously?

All the while, Reisa watched on from her flagship, arms folded as she checked a timepiece embedded into her armor. 

[i]Three minutes, ten seconds. Nine. Eight.[/i]