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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Rudolf's glob of flame choked the Behemoth, distracting it just in time for Galahad's halberd to find its mark and for Chisato to strike true. Her katana plunged deep into the Blighted beast's flesh before its store of aether detonated, releasing firey gouts straight into its body directly.

The Behemoth bellowed and writhed in agony, a hastily-formed fist punching Chisato to send her flying with enough force to break bone without external mitigation. In that moment, Ramuh struck, bringing the judgment of eld crashing down upon the creature. When the smoke and ash cleared, the Behemoth could be seen gasping for breath, clearly on its last legs.

It charged forward in a last, desperate ploy, great bounds sending it barreling towards the dragoon that had thrown its weapon away. Just before it could bear down upon Galahad, Izayoi intercepted it from the flank, a spinning, whirling battojutsu draw lopping off the fist it was about to bring down in a hammer blow. Even as the samurai landed in a crash, disgracefully tumbling against the ground in pain from her injured chest, the Behemoth collapsed as well, sliding past Galahad as Blighted blood spurted from its now hand-less limb. 

With one last defiant roar, the Behemoth released a pulse of aether from its mouth, surging into the air while its creator breathed its last. From the sky came a flaming boulder, descending at a rapid pace while aimimg to crash into the densest concentration of life available: the militia, having managed to hold the Blightbeasts long enough for them to begin to disperse and rout with the death of their mightiest.

Looking up into the sky, the only reason Izayoi didn't scream in frustration was out of fear of aggravating her broken ribcage. Instead, she pushed herswlf to her feet with a determined scowl and raised her blade skyward with both hands. Wind began to rotate and surge around it in a repeat of her strike that split the sea weeks ago. Her intent was obvious: shatter the Comet before it could descend and cause untold casualties. But her wounds were clearly hampering her: the winds were building slowly, too slowly to accumulate in full before the Comet fell. 

There was only one solution apparent: throw everything they had at the Comet before it could make impact. With its size, it was already too late to flee; the shockwave from its landing would cause untold devastation for miles around.