A bark of laughter accompanied a final flurry of kicks as Castor backed away minutely. She was still well within the blast range of the war machine and though she could hear the exasperated screams of their friends schooled in White Magicks, she made no effort to move further.

Instead, she locks eyes with Q'uila and grins further as she collects Chakra into her fist and slams it into the ground. Within a heartbeat, the earth replies and aether bursts from around Castor just as the missile detonates.

As the heat rolls away, Castor dives back into the fray, her movements taking her to Q'uila's side at last.

"Holding up?"