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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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To channel and control the effects of multiple separate materia all at the same time would have been a tall order for even a practiced, formally-trained mage. Gravity strained to slow the meteor down, even as Miina began to centralize and combine the effects of the various materia the Kirins were channeling. Multiple layers of wind and fire combined with time and lightning, concentrating into Izayoi's hurricane blade. With flame and levin added to the mix, the vortex began to combust into flame, Izayoi gritting her teeth as she struggled to control the stack of spells alongside Miina. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"All is ready!"[/b][/color] Izayoi bellowed above the roar of her blade, blood spurting from her nose as she sustained damage from the strain of controlling so much aether. [color=#736AFF][b]"Clear out of the way, now! I cannot promise there will not be backlash! With me, Miina!"[/b][/color]

The cyclonic pyronado reached its zenith, and Izayoi screamed in pain as she struggled to swing the titanic strike, collapsing the moment the blow was loosed. With her greater control over the spellwork, Miina suffered even greater damage, the aftershock of channeling so much aether hitting her nerves with the force of the very hurricane she helped loose, causing her to seize up in agony and writhe on the ground. 

Chisato's explosive blade strike surged up to meet the firey hurricane at the very apex of the strike, providing the last spark needed before it all rose up to collide head-on with the Behemoth's Comet. 

[h3]Crack. Boom.[/h3]

The meteor [i]shattered[/i]. Not merely into smaller, still deadly rocks. But into a shower of pebbles that came raining down over what remained of the village they'd just saved, the militia and fleeing villagers looking skyward in awe at the miracle that had just saved their town, thought to be doomed only moments ago. As the last of the party collapsed from the wounds and aetheric strain they'd all collectively suffered in fighting off the horde and the Behemoth, Goug's panicked voice could be heard as he approached on chocobo-back.

[b]"Och, don't just stand there, ye kupo muppets! Help them! Get them tae a bed, a kupoing healer, whatever local quack ye bumpkins have out in these sticks! Move, kupo, move!"[/b]

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Two days later, when next they came to, the Kirins would find themselves on the mend, laid up in the village headman's home. None of them were fully healed as of yet, being treated solely with herbs, poultices, and the local healer's low-grade Cure materia. But at the very least, they were treated to a hero's welcome and any amount of hospitality the desperately grateful villagers could give. It would be some days yet before they were well enough to move on further into the Skaellan heartland.