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「 Precisely. On three. 」
‹ Three was not just a knee-jerk number, either. She had been observing the wind in correlation to the trees and had noticed that it would be dying down just enough in three seconds to allow a safe ignition. Once the word “three” let loose from her lips, she rose her Arcwind up and prepared to catch the ember that Robin would produce. Science would be had here today. ›
At the signal, Robin lit her Elfire ablaze, watching as Miriel’s added spell sent a veritable firestorm up into the sky. She almost recoiled from its heat--it was nothing like she’d ever seen before.
“Gods, imagine what we could do with that,” she murmured, though she was quite wary of the destructive power it possessed.
















