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I had trouble figuring out where to pick up this post as Amber Eyes didn't fully respond to Resolve's assault, so please bear with me.
Resolve had nearly reached her target when she saw the move for the gun, something she'd anticipated and planned around. The exorcist readied herself mid-run to jump planes a second time when she realized Kyla wasn't shooting first –– she was creating another one of those wretched bombs. And then, to her disappointed horror, she sent it flying toward the brute, unaware in his rage as he prepared to break the woman in his grasp.
As much as it irritated her, she had to remind herself: this show she put on was for Luned. No matter how reluctantly she did it, smoothing things over would be much more rewarding in the long run than any quick satisfaction she might get out of seeing the grotesque man's head explode.
"Flint, behind you!" Resolve shouted sharply in warning, and then she vanished into thin air for the last time. The pistol's shaky fire and second mystic bomb claimed naught but her afterimage.
The exorcist promptly reappeared within the doorless cell situated behind Kyla, ready to rain pain upon her horrifically disfigured back, fists of crackling energy lifted at the ready. This time, when she glimpsed exposed bone, she felt no pity. She only saw reprieve from her unending frustration in tournaments by the hands of the infuriating family of mystics.
But then, to her disgust, plans changed. As Kyla had taken her brief moment of freedom to stab the lifeless body of the soldier with his own weapon, Aurelius had turned on them with his hellfire once more. The audience echoed Resolve's surprise in a resounding gasp when it appeared that Kyla had resurrected the soldier, the terror charging for Aurelius with its last might.
That was a distraction the exorcist would capitalize on.
With the tiefling occupied with the bizarre attack, Resolve slipped out from the shadows of her cell and closed in on his back with the blasts originally intended for the mystic. In such close range, she went for his head and torso to claim multiple hits, aiming to take him down. If she couldn't have the mystic, the tormentor of her dearest friend would be a fair consolation prize.