Iria pressed her lips into a line, a look of rather open worry on her face. She was not a fighter and most knew that. In fact she had more probability of hurting herself than her target. Her skin started to glow with changing rainbow auras of light. Oh no. Not now. Oh please not now. She fumbled with taking off her fan from her hilt. There a kind of panic in her eyes, but she kept her face a kind of readyment, steeling herself. Goddess, Mother of Every Changing Light, protect her. Flipping up the blades on her [url=http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130801095358/dynastywarriors/images/5/5a/Superior_Weapon_Skin_24_(DW8_DLC).jpg]blue fan[/url], she bit the inside of her cheek.

"Let's go get'em," she gave the other two a forced smile, her body shimmering like a soft rainbow light show. She turned her attention to the two monsters and charged forwards.