[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Mathiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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Just as the pair slid out the open window the engine of the ætherskimmer came to life, managing to keep them from plummeting like all the Valheimer not fortunate enough to find their ways onto any of the other skimmers. Not without difficulty—Esben was having to pull on the stick with all his weight to try and make the craft respond, but thankfully it [i]did[/i] manage to do so—but at least they were keeping afloat and alive for a moment longer. [color=#b3ccff][i]"Ja, ja, for en herlig dag,"[/i][/color] he sarcastically muttered to himself.

It wasn't a lovely day at all.

He looked down to the rest, where the airship was about to impact Reisa and the mech she piloted, just in time to catch the incantation she was broadcasting out to them. He scowled down, muttering again—[color=#b3ccff][i]"Ikke bare bare.[/i] Just once I'd like something to go [i]right! Jeg tror ikke det, Reisa! Over mitt lik!"[/i][/color] He set the skimmer to hover, pulling his journal out, thumbed open to the newest page, marked with the same symbol that had been carved into the altar where Isolde had tried to trick the entire group.

Eos and Selene would have to disappear again, he had no way to maintain so much at once. Once again the pair would likely scold him as soon as he summoned them in again, but there was little that they could do to stop the explosion of raw æther coming out of the Ruby Weapon. He had no clue how Leviathan might react to being called on, so soon after her struggle with Siren and being dispelled by Reisa, or if he'd even have enough in him to call on her, but there was no choice but to risk it.

[color=#b3ccff]"Leviathan..."[/color] He winced as the connection was established, and the roiling, boiling storm of the eidolon's fury rushed through his mind as though a burst dam trying to drown out the village below. There were no words, this time, not like when she'd been unwittingly challenged by the Kirins, only the hate for the invaders that had wounded her pride, that sought to corrupt the land and the spirits themselves. Straining to be released, to try and visit her vengeance upon the one at their head. [color=#b3ccff][i]"Not like that,"[/i][/color] he tried to argue back. Like arguing with a tsunami...no wonder Cid had brought Ifrit along.

[color=#b3ccff][i]"Your barrier, Leviathan. Let her incinerate herself, and let that be retribution enough!"[/i][/color]

The tide receded for a moment. He stretched out the glowing symbol, the spectral form of the gargantuan Sea Queen rearing up, eyes burning with a furious glare to match the Dragon King himself. As in his mind, there were no words for the invaders—just an enraged roar, as the conflagration was encapsulated by a quick-rising ætherial waterspout joining the spells cast by Rudolf and Miina.