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Éliane couldn’t help but gape for a moment at the developments in the battle around them. That Valheim would use some kind of twisted superweapon against them was almost a given at this point, with the way the foreign barbarians hounded them at every turn with their bizarre experiments, but the monstrosity they released today was truly beyond the pale. She only dwelled on it briefly, though. There was no time for introspection in battle, let alone an aerial one. 

“Barbaric,” she snipped, her attention switching back Esben in the brief lull created by the entire fiasco. Her eyes drifted towards the massive Valheimian flagship along with his. It was clear they were on the same wavelength.

It took only the briefest exchange for them to confirm, and Éliane swiveled the gun around towards the ship’s bridge as Esben piloted the craft straight for the most vulnerable spot on the vessel. Pressing the trigger down, she absolutely hammered the bridge with the rotary cannon, slamming hundreds of bullets right through the glass windows and into the bridge crew.

On cue, the pink-haired Skaeler ducked as the aetherskimmer rammed right into the opening she had created. The sound of wrenching metal and glass was deafening as she held onto dear life as the small ship rocked and wedged itself into the narrow space, twisting apart. Éliane barely had time to leap off the mangled thing with her guns before being crushed, but a little burst from her wind materia made her land far more gracefully on the crumpled plate floor of the bridge than she would have otherwise. 

“Unf… Impressive carnage, Esben. A man after my own heart I see.”

Some of the bridge crew had survived, and Éliane whipped around, still lugging the big gun and pumped a very quick burst into him. The thing was [i]not[/i] man portable when it came to firing, but at ranges this close…

Well, she could keep the door very suppressed as long as she had ammo. “Consider it watched!”