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Nine Roads Alani	Alani had jumped skyward and turned in midair, trying desperately to avoid the whirlwind of spinning blades and streaking pyreflame. She manages to angle herself such that she falls between the rows of deadly spectral steel, but the pyreflame was much more difficult to avoid. Burning streaks of fire snake between the blades, utterly engulfing the blonde in midair! Her robe catches fire instantly and from within the flames her anguished scream pierces the hot furnace air. As the flames die out, her robe is charred, scorched, and in terrible shape. She has sturdy tan riding trousers on underneath, with strips of black leather overlapping to essentially form black boots to her knees. Above the waist is a black leather harness, midriff-baring but quite secure. And on her face as she starts to fall from the apogee of her jump is just about the most incandescent rage anyone has ever seen on her face. "All right, that's IT," she gutturally snarls as she arches her back, turning gracefully into a downward, head-first dive. At first it honestly looks as if she's going to draw upon the spirit of the Falcon, her usual tactic, but this time it's different. Very, very different. Instead of getting ready to swing that wheel, she holds it with her off hand, behind her. Her other hand thrusts forth, fingers stiffened in a piercing strike as her whole body straightens into a speeding arrow towards the ghost's heart. From underneath the hearthstone situated on her brow, a yellow glow begins to shine, growing brighter and brighter as a yellow symbol shines through the hearthstone. Simultaneously, her piercing hand is enveloped by two additional, visible auras--one of softest green, and another of gleaming metal, looking sharp enough to pierce fate itself. And then, she -teleports- downward, almost faster than the eye can see, past the spinning swords and instantly towards the ghost's heart!
Nine Roads Alani	Whatever that ghost was expecting, it was sure as hell not what Alani had in store for her. Teleporting right past her defenses, Alani's piercing hand thrusts deep. It can't destroy the ghost outright, more's the pity, but as soon as the strike hits home she plants her feet on the ghost's chest and springboards off, cartwheeling backwards through the air to land lightly on her feet. Miraculously, some of the scorch marks seem to have already faded.
Rishi	The Armored Ghost, the Pyreflame Warrior, crosses her two Grand Daiklaves in front of her, parrying the strike...but it never comes, instead she is struck from behind! She staggers forward a step, looking back, her slit grin widening. "Oh, you will be ~fun!~ ~Fun, fun, fun~!" She hefts her swords and the grin vanishes in the shadows of the faceplate. "But these are not fun enough. No, no, no!" her voice rises to a shriek, before calming and becoming joyous again, as the grin reappears. "But I can ~fix~ that~!" as sickly green and purple pyreflame rushes up both of the blades she's carrying, until each Grand Daiklave is encased in a dark cloud of necrotic fire. Which solidifies into the types of swords that Warstriders wield, such weapons that look like they should be impossible to carry, weapons that could kill small armies with one swing. "~Per~fect~!"
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk watches as her friend reaches the apex of her jump, just getting caught by the flames and winces. That had to hurt.
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk watches in wonder as Alani dives towards the ghost with the glow that can only be her anima starting to show. She blinks and Alani is gone.
Silk Moon Lotus	quickly looking around she spots Alani behind the ghost using an attack she has not seen before. As usual, Alani's grace showing Silk she is indeed an exalt. Silk lets out a loud cry "You show them who's boss!"
Serene Herald	Serene Herald breathes heavily, and stands somewhat staggered, after having patted out the burns. Jacket and shirt are shorn as are pants, and between the slices and burns, bright steel with an iridescent sheen can be seen, similar to the sword he wields.
Serene Herald	The sheer power of Nine Roads Alani's display is eye-catching, and the yellow gleam causes a wince on the scholar's face, even more so than the physical pain and discomfort, even as he draws his sword up into a poised guard stance, ready to attack or defend.
Nine Roads Alani	As Elena rocketed downwards and struck the ghost with unerring precision, the brilliant yellow glow suffused her form completely. At the moment of impact, a powerful image of a galloping yellow mare leaps forth, fading into the yellow mist as...Elena...? As the blonde springboards off the ghost and back to a stance, both arms high and forward, legs in a wide stance, ready to spring. The mare may be gone, but the brilliant yellow aura around her remains, impossible to miss. Moreover, the sense...the identity of Elena is gone. Another young woman is in her place, physically the same but oh, so much more...
Serene Herald	"You still strive at your peril. Your hungers drive you. Resist them!" His voice is stern and solid, the Old Realm flowing perfectly. "Unless you wish to be destroyed, to find the solace of utter dissolution. Continue to resist, and that will be the best end you hope to have."
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk stares in wide eyed wonder as she realizes that Perfect Question is weilding a blade made from Starmetal as well as wearing armor of the same material. The implication from the books in her library means that Question could very well be a sideral as well as her friend who is blazing like a yellow sun. "I guess it's my turn to show off what I can do."
Misa	She's generally all too focused on the task at hand- but something about these sudden events does manage to draw Misa's attention. She straightens up just slightly- eyes sliding from 'Elena' over to her now considerably less hidden student... And smirks, just a little. Of course, the next instant her mind is back in the burgeoning fight, left hand turning to hold that sunblade at the ready, right hand joining it with a loose grip underneath in a manner somewhat unlike her.