[indent][indent][justify]Aramis lay sprawled in the dirt for a heartbeat, staring up at a drifting petal as the world continued violently around him. The stomp that launched him had left his ears ringing, but he quickly realized—miraculously—that the turkey wasn’t attacking him anymore.

He pushed himself upright, grimacing, and followed the thunderous movement with wide eyes.

The lead Greatspur had fully turned toward Locke, who was already sprinting into position. Jumpjets flared, rifle barked, and the giant bird reeled in panicked agitation. The pilot’s precision was enough to keep the beast off Aramis entirely. Aramis exhaled shakily. Then motion behind him made him glance back. And he froze.

Yumi was a blur—vaulting onto a turkey’s back, using it as a springboard, twisting midair, hitting a tree, launching herself again.

Her boots connected with the gargantuan poultry skull hard enough to tilt reality, and her scythe followed with a decapitating slice that felled two titans in a single motion.

She landed in settling dust like a tiny, terrifying warrior-angel. Aramis blinked. Once. Twice.

[color=536dfe]”…right.”[/color]

He turned back to Locke—still moving with practiced military fluidity, still firing, still keeping the turkey from turning back toward him.

Aramis swallowed and gathered himself, brushing dirt from his coat in a futile attempt at dignity.

[color=536dfe]”I see we’re all having… productive mornings,”[/color] he muttered under his breath, breathless and stunned but very much alive.

His grip tightened on his staff as he repositioned himself toward the funnel, trusting—with equal parts relief and exasperation—that his companions had the situation in hand far more than he currently did.

With a weary sigh, he lifted his staff just slightly in Locke’s direction.

A tiny, shimmering barrier flickered into existence around the pilot—small, unnecessary, and almost apologetically weak compared to the carnage unfolding around them.

Aramis muttered, under his breath, in the flattest, half-sung, sarcastically enthusiastic tone imaginable:

[color=536dfe]”…ganbaaaatte~.”[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent]