[Naren has absolutely no idea what she's doing. Nor does she have any real idea what mystical powers an Azure Dragoon from another universe is supposed to have, her only baseline for comparison being AWOL at this time and known mainly for getting possessed beforehand - the glowing aetheric tendrils around Joss are more than a little intimidating. What she has are some unusually dense reserves of personal aether, a sword, and the determination to commit to an obviously stupid idea if no better ones present themselves. She points the blade toward the strange rocky spire Joss just stepped off a moment ago, mostly because it's the closest remotely obvious target in all this blank expanse of crystal, and takes a deep breath.]
Three... two... one...!
[A blast of light erupts from her being, crunching into the stalagmite's side. She follows with another, then another, the green limbic rings of her eyes blazing white. What the fuck is this pld rotation, honestly, she hasn't even applied her dot - and yet, with each Holy Spirit blast that chips away at the stone, the ground under their feet rumbles again in apparent surprise. Something is taking notice, for sure.]
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Three... two... one...!
[A blast of light erupts from her being, crunching into the stalagmite's side. She follows with another, then another, the green limbic rings of her eyes blazing white. What the fuck is this pld rotation, honestly, she hasn't even applied her dot - and yet, with each Holy Spirit blast that chips away at the stone, the ground under their feet rumbles again in apparent surprise. Something is taking notice, for sure.]