To war once again (Moore)

[Nephrite]

"Great job, everyone!" Moore calls out as he takes a moment to tend to his own wounds -- just to be safe.

Even so... now what? Are they regrouping to strike another place?

He's using another Heal (the spell) on himself to top himself off and get rid of all the nonlethal damage he's picked up.

[Anastasia]

'We're progressing,' Hanna sends back. 'Stopped that wave? Good work.'

The devils are falling back, gone, leaving the ground broken and empty again.

Moore meanwhile heals himself as Sylvie lands, as the Graceful Blow celebrates. "Moore! Moore! Afina! Afina! Mirima! Mirima!" Chants go up amid the warriors, calling your names over the battlefield. "With our great champions, we are invincible!"

[Ebiris]

Afina raises her sword at those chants as she flies back to Mirima and the others. "Moore, Mirima, keep maintaining the perimeter until Hanna gives the all clear. Dana and Sylvie, we'll return to Aurora to act as a reserve if anywhere else needs us," she says.

[Nephrite]

Moore gives Afina a salute. "Yes ma'am. Mirima, do you need any further healing or are you all right?"

[Anastasia]

"I'm well," Mirima raises Woven Gold to match your salute. "For Lifasa!"

The cheer erupts through the soldiers, deep and loud.

So Moore's staying here and Afina's going back to base?

[Ebiris]

That's the plan.

"I'm uninjured. Dana, Sylvie?" she asks the other two at the offer of healing.

[Anastasia]

"I'm fine, healing anyway," Dana says as the three of you go to fly back. "Finally some fuckin' action."

[Ebiris]

"A shame that elite teleported away," Afina says. "Killing him would've been a benefit, next time I'll coordinate to better interrupt teleports out instead."

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, more dimensional anchors," Sylvie concurs. "Still, a win is a win right now. Have you heard from the team in Gar Malleos?"

[Ebiris]

"No updates since we left," Afina shakes her head, the tails of her hat flapping in the breeze.

[Anastasia]

Back to the Aurora thread, meanwhile Moore in here in the next post.

[Anastasia]

The Graceful Blow is healing, combat medics seeing to things. As you settle in, "Well timed," she remarks, "Who was that warrior, Moore?"

[Nephrite]

"I didn't get a name and nothing springs to mind." He answers with a huff. "It was odd, though... There can't be that many full-clad devil warriors like that."

[Anastasia]

"It is strange," Mirima says, "It may be someone or something ancient and forgotten. Hell's fond of pulling things long past being worthwhile," With a glower out at the horizon, "Such a mannish point of view, unable to see the new and focus only on the old, dusty things they have." The way she says it implies certain meanings, ones left to the imagination.

[Nephrite]

"His... body movements seemed to indicate he was pretty taken off-guard by a few of the spells I sent his way, so I think you're right on the money with that." Moore concurs. "Even now, though... I don't know. I'm thinking too much about what we can't see -- where is Bel? Why isn't he simply leading an offensive somewhere, for example? This entire thing was his gambit, he's surely not getting cold feet now."