[Rhodonite nods at more or less the same time Soleil and Gungnir launch forward, putting on a strained smile when they're looking; her pace is slower, but she doesn't strictly need to keep up to help, as she follows at a rapid, ambling limp.]
We've got you. Light it up!
[And suiting actions to words, the same power chords she's been playing for a little bit produce another spiral of bolts that intercept a couple of Torments trying to get a swipe at Soleil's unprotected back as she runs. Her face is set with determination, the occasional wince of pain replacing it for only brief moments. She'll let Gungnir take care of herself for a bit.]
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We've got you. Light it up!
[And suiting actions to words, the same power chords she's been playing for a little bit produce another spiral of bolts that intercept a couple of Torments trying to get a swipe at Soleil's unprotected back as she runs. Her face is set with determination, the occasional wince of pain replacing it for only brief moments. She'll let Gungnir take care of herself for a bit.]