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Caine grins as he completes his summoning. It was time to make things really fun.
As the air around Caine grows even darker, a large, fiery pit opens at his feet. The ground rumbles slightly and fire comes licking out of the newly opened hole, followed by a swarm of hellish looking bats. From amongst the flames and the swarm, A demonic, winged woman flies into the air, turning her head slightly and winking suggestively at Caine, whose grin widens in response. She flies a few feet forward, hovering just above the ground with her hand on her hip. She looks at the assassin and smiles evilly, then flies at full speed towards her, her clawed hands ready to swipe.

((I don't think anyone forgot, they're just waiting for Blank who has been really busy the past couple days))

(( that's what I thought... I'll pm and remind her ))

Miles landed her hit, though not where she aimed for it to be. She flinched away from the sparks coming from the wound and was already backing off from instinct of keeping distance between her and her enemies. The weakened assassin let out a horrid sound once she fell to the ground. Miles couldn't tell what was happening, but the smoke coming from slots in the mask let her feel like it was over.

It did take an edge of her wariness but there was no making it go away. Not right then, especially not with a guarantee of death. Even stronger than that, she was worried about Alexandrov. Passing by his gunblade, she left that there and knelt near him to cast her Cure spell. The throat-slicing motion wasn't lost on her, but she wouldn't leave him there when she couldn't tell how much pain he was in.

When Miles turned around again to re-join the fight, there was a fire pit at Caine's feet and the darkness was worse than she remembered it. The quakes in the ground were quickly adapted to on her part but the bats were altogether new.

A scantly clad woman followed them and she only stood and stared in confusion and a bit of shock. She wasn't too keen on the Guardian, but she seemed to be ready to finish off their mutual enemy. In the meantime, Miles didn't want to be too far from Alexandrov in case he needed protection or more help.


((Sorry, so sorry...I got really busy at the last second...my parents have time off of work and they're all "family time" crazy. And just so you know, that means I won't be able to post tomorrow until early nighttime.))

She could be bluffing, but she wasn't even trying to counter the GF. She wasn't bluffing - she was waiting for it to kill her. And Alexei didn't want to find out what would happen then. Unable to tell them all to run, he grabbed Miles by the shoulder and shoved her away, back towards the path down the mountain, while holstering the gunblade he had in hand. He dashed for the other one, grabbing the hilt as he slid towards it like a baseball player running for home. He used his good hand, and had to awkwardly slot it into the holster across his body as he stood up.

Then he remembered his rifle - he had to get that too, it was a really damn rare sniper rifle. He bolted towards it, and if Caine wasn't already running, Alexei grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away as well before snatching up his rifle from the ground without even stopping. They'd have to run along the ravine wall, they likely wouldn't have time to climb down, and he wasn't going to trust the ravine to save them from whatever happened when the assassin died.

Miles felt she knew what would happen next. As some sort of fail safe, the assassin had rigged herself up to do serious damage in the event that she died before she reached Balamb. Which she would end up doing in but a few seconds. And there she was, frozen in confusion and fear. Did it even matter if she ran? She didn't know the answer and neither did she care.

Alexandrov apparently caught onto this as well and although he startled her, she was already ready to run when he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her to the path down the mountain. She took one glance behind her as she went ahead and saw him go back for his weapons and for Caine.

And she wanted to go back for them too. There was no logic or reason for it, but everything in her compelled her to stay with her team. Loyalty won out over her intuition--she knew that shove toward the exit was just as much an order as any vocal command would have been.

The assassin continued to laugh, feeling the inevitable end approaching soon...but atleast she'd go out with a bang. Hearing the horrid scream of rage erupt from the Guardian Force. It was then she felt razor sharp claws tear away at the armor and cloak that had once covered her.

It revealed an blackened-ironclad bodysuit, various inscriptions and ancient numerals lined the chest plate as a golden orb sat in the middle of her bust. As the claws sunk in deeper through her armor, the laughs had turned into cries of agony, feeling the flesh tear away from her body. It wasn't until blood filled her throat that she gurgled the word.

"Ultima..."

Her body would ignite into a large blast of green-plasma; a heat level that would rival a supernova fired in a splash, aiming to swallow anything within a 60 foot radius.

((I hope that seems reasonable...I mean...you DO have GF's for a reason...amIright? cool I just wanted her to go out with a bang.))

Caine feels his way blindly down the path, having still been effected by the blind spell. When the ultima spell goes off however, he sees a flash of light through the darkness, and stops dead in his tracks, worried about Lilith. He isn't standing for long though, as the force of the blast knocks him off his feet as well. He lands hard on the ground, still unable to see anything. After a moment he pushes himself up, hearing Miles speak.
"I'm fine.." he says, his thoughts on his GF.
He could feel small rocks and dust falling in the air around them, and though he couldn't see he knew the blast must have been devastating.