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Éliane lived for moments like this. Her adrenaline was pumping when she made it onto the almost-broken aetherskimmer, the combat and rush of making it out of there narrowly skirting death giving her the high that she hadn’t felt after hours of slogging through combat over the past couple of days. As the rickety craft shot out, the sight of the massive airship falling upon Reisa and her abominable contraption was an awe inspiring sight—and the image of the crew of the stricken vessel spilling out in skimmers, lifecraft, and even parachutes brought further satisfaction to her face. 

Unfortunately, she could only admire the scene for so long. The silly barbarian weapon wasn’t looking quite so silly anymore. Rather, it was looking deadly. The amount of aether it was gathering was beyond worrisome—even a relative laywoman to this sort of magitech like Éliane could tell this was going to be pretty similar to a natural disaster…

Below, she could see her teammates buckling up for a massive blow as they began shielding themselves. 

Éliane began to urge a certain temporary aetherskimmer skipper to move faster. “Esben. Esbeeen. Fly faster!” 

Even as he began to call upon Leviathan for protection, she began fumbling for her wind materia again. The skimmer could barely stay airborne as is. What would happen if they got hit by a shockwave in midair, especially when the airship completed its descent into that madness?

She poured aether into the materia, as much as she could without breaking it.

“Faster, dammit!”