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This jester was kind of cramping Éliane’s style. It wasn’t funny like a jester should be, and more importantly, it had committed the cardinal sin of snuffing out one of her pyrotechnics—in this case, the flare that had been so beautifully floating down from the sky. 
Well, it wasn’t like Éliane didn’t have an abundance of options of producing light, violently or otherwise. The pink-haired Skaelan nimbly crested over the waves the demon put out, reloading her gunblade in between attacks.

“Right, right, more light, can’t argue with that. ‘Direct’ fire it is,” she agreed with Esben, slotting in another red shell into weapon before she clicked it back into a ready position—and a moment later, the retort of her gun slammed a brilliant glow right into the jester’s chest. Unlike one of her more volatile explosives, if it stuck, it continued to glow like an artificial sun, even if it wasn’t floating in the sky like its previous fellow. 

Having closed the distance between herself and her enemy with each jump, the Skaelan finally slashed out, her blade joining with her fellow Kirins as she attacked the unfunny demon before firing point blank.