Blood splatters across the deck of the deck of the ship, streaks of crimson reaching across the steel like the limbs of a dying spider.

I haven't stopped killing since the moment I landed. Ever single disabled fake dragoon that I could reach was greeted with a swift thrust through their neck, into any gap in their defenses I could find. I had to kill as many as I could as swiftly as I could.

But there's still so many opponents. There's still so many targets. Even between all of us, how can we kill this many this quickly?

I have to try. I have to fulfill my duty. I have to spill as much Valheim and traitor blood as I can possibly manage. There's no other option.

There's no room for doubts.

This time, though, my blade is meant with a strong, forceful parry, and I can't push further. The fake dragoons have recovered---!

The world rushes forward past me as my feet leave the ground, shock rushing up my arms. It's not that I can't catch myself, but even a moment's pause or delay in slaying as many enemies as physically possible is a moment that our chances decrease.

Damn it, damn it, damn it---!

I need to kill them fast, but even an explosive won't help and kill enough of them to make space. I can't be caught up in fighting for too long, but there's no space to disengage and reenter combat.

I need to do something swiftly, but what? If I had my hand cannon, then maybe---

My ears twitch.

Bunny?!

---There's no time to question it or assert my name. I understand what she wants immediately. On my own there's no way I could do something on the scale required, but with her assistance...

I suck in a deep breath and draw one of my kunai. This time, I use the materia to pour as much flames as possible into it, to serve as a channel through which to unleash the biggest burst of heat and sound I can possibly manage. It's not meant to fly accurately or reach its target, no. It's meant to simply be a conduit through which to start a conflagration.

The steel glows white, as flames pour off of its edges.

I toss it into the air, and the fire bursts from it, red light washing over the deck with a roar of heat as the fireball appears over the deck, then dragged by the currents that Malina-san has created---!