The mystical weapon chimes with energy. Kiora struggles to keep hold of both blade and Luce. A loud screech reminds her of the threat at hand.

"Wow!" Luce huffs. "Remarkable technique!"

"I don't deserve praise just yet." Kiora's words fall in quick procession. "We have to get crafty!"

A dozen scenarios play through Kiora's mind. 'Which is the best option to take?' The lone soldier lowers the blade's tip. The nocturna notices the weapon and retches in fury. A deep rumble ...