She stayed quiet as they walk, peering here and there; the lightning was a little dim, and the erratic way it flickered didn't exactly help much, not when it made it look like even normal shadows were moving. She'd just have to trust his judgment, until she learned to recognize the telltale signs of the creatures for herself.
"Alright....." It took Axel pointing them out for her to realize that the shifting Shadows hadn't just been her imagination that time. But she stayed close beside him, rather than venturing forward to fight--perhaps that first flash of viciousness had been a fluke? She certainly seemed calmer now, colder as she fixed her gaze intently on the pair. She was comfortable enough, hanging back to snipe at her foes with magic.
A moment of silence and stillness as she focused, and it was so familiar, so easy to remember how she had guided Konohana Sakuya, that summoning up the Maragi was almost effortless. Xikkuyo swept her fan in a graceful diagonal arc across her body, a conductor beginning a symphony. It was no normal Fire she cast, or even the sort of Fira she had initially--there was nothing from her fan at all, in fact. Instead, two entirely separate blasts of flame burst from the ground beneath the Shadows to engulf them. "There!"
She stayed poised with her fan overhead for a moment, remembering how to gather the power, and brought it down with a commanding sweep as the sparks started to crackle around it; it was a bit odd, seeing lightning underground, but it looked like Thunder could be cast even here. A low growl of effort and a sharp flick of her wrist wrenched the Thunder from its straight line, forcing it to curve in on itself--not much, not the way she would have liked it to, but enough that even such a stubbornly straightforward spell could strike at both of the Shadows, even if they weren't in a proper straight line.
The light was dazzling, underground like this; Yukiko blinked hard, looking to see if there was anything left beyond the smoky haze of dissipating Darkness.
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"Alright....." It took Axel pointing them out for her to realize that the shifting Shadows hadn't just been her imagination that time. But she stayed close beside him, rather than venturing forward to fight--perhaps that first flash of viciousness had been a fluke? She certainly seemed calmer now, colder as she fixed her gaze intently on the pair. She was comfortable enough, hanging back to snipe at her foes with magic.
A moment of silence and stillness as she focused, and it was so familiar, so easy to remember how she had guided Konohana Sakuya, that summoning up the Maragi was almost effortless. Xikkuyo swept her fan in a graceful diagonal arc across her body, a conductor beginning a symphony. It was no normal Fire she cast, or even the sort of Fira she had initially--there was nothing from her fan at all, in fact. Instead, two entirely separate blasts of flame burst from the ground beneath the Shadows to engulf them. "There!"
She stayed poised with her fan overhead for a moment, remembering how to gather the power, and brought it down with a commanding sweep as the sparks started to crackle around it; it was a bit odd, seeing lightning underground, but it looked like Thunder could be cast even here. A low growl of effort and a sharp flick of her wrist wrenched the Thunder from its straight line, forcing it to curve in on itself--not much, not the way she would have liked it to, but enough that even such a stubbornly straightforward spell could strike at both of the Shadows, even if they weren't in a proper straight line.
The light was dazzling, underground like this; Yukiko blinked hard, looking to see if there was anything left beyond the smoky haze of dissipating Darkness.