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Éliane’s reaction to seeing the Skaelan air forces finally respond was instant and loud. Pumping a fist, she yelled out at the specks in the sky as that fist became more like a girl shaking her fist at the sky. “About god damn time!”

The appearance of reinforcements had all but won the battle in the Kirins’ favor, if only barely. The Valheimians had been bullied off of their objectives, but only just barely and in the end at the expense of Garuda and some additional injuries to her team. Fighting back her desire to pursue the enemy ship in some way, she looked back over at Izayoi with some concern, but it seemed she would be fine quickly enough. Safe-ing and sheathing her weapons, the Skaelan officer let out a sigh as she ran her fingers through her pink hair.

Valheim’s continued and nearly unmolested abuse of her country made her feel impotent, even if she was already best placed to do something about it. Shoving the unwelcome thoughts rushing into her head now that the battle high was beginning to wear off, she glanced over at Esben as he pulled out Cid’s crystal. 

“Esben…” she began, as she pulled out a domestic signaling flare that she had obtained with her resupply, “have you considered how that’s going to look when it overpowers the light that’s supposed to signal we’re friendlies?” 

She was confident the air patrol would break off to intercept the escaping Valheimians, but there was still a chance a portion might make a flyover or an attack without the knowledge of what transpired on the ground. Then they would be subject to the tender mercies of air to ground friendly fire…

Opening some distance from Esben, she popped the flare and hoped for the best.