Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
The protect spell broke away, and the light orange glow instantly faded from Asura's form at the armor break. However, the fire spell would only help to knit back together more of her injuries as the heat and flame of a fire spell was absorbed. The falling Dragoon's leap struck true ripping another hole through her body, and another frustrated cry roared out from the guardian. Then came the strike of a bomb, shrapnel of the outta shell embedding itself into her flesh. With another twist of the heads, a smile now shown do on the majority of the group, another spell springing to life and surging around her but not seeming to have any immediately noticeable effects.
"Your sender." The three voices spoke again, echoing each other in an eerie boom that commanded an answer, and could be heard across the entire cave, as the two swords in her front hands were slammed blade tip first into the floor so that they stood stalk straight before the party. This would not be the end as both hands drew forth the greatsword from the sheath behind her and gripped the hilt firmly to make one large sweeping swing with the - even larger - blade wielded between two hands.