[KQ] Big A(spire)rations

All at once, there was an all-out battle at the base of that spire. Ashe grit her teeth and flipped her sword in her hand, and she felt both a surge of relief and fear as Ronin charged forward. If anything happened to him... she didn't have time to think on it, however. The beast was furious, thoroughly fried by her lightning and waylaid by the man that was like her brother. Ashe snarled and called forth that lightning from the well of power in her, plunging down, down, down into that bottomless dark. Were those.. birds attacking it? Then an arrow shot from somewhere behind her - Koel, thank gods - thudding into the grotesque creature's chest; it had little effect in slowing it. Ashe didn't want to think about where it came from or what it was - she just needed it dead. Nothing else mattered right then, she could think later. Then Roana appeared, and she didn't give two shits about whatever bad blood lay between them, she was just grateful that not only two of her best friends had appeared, but one of the most formidable warriors Ashe knew. Her appreciation was rapidly replaced by dread, however, when the spire beast lashed out in its fury, and blood sprayed from Roana's middle. "Fuck," Ashe muttered under her breath. The other woman, to her credit, kept fucking fighting. Insane or brave, maybe both, but Ashe was familiar with worse carnage than this. The monster, however... she had never in her life thought she'd face such a thing. Ashetta's heart was a heavy thud in her chest, but she kept her breathing even as she closed in. She heard Koel's call for a lightning cage, and she remembered when they'd trained together, when she'd caged him in similarly. She didn't reply, didn't waste her breath on words. Just as Ronin put himself between their wounded companion and the beast, Ashe was there. She had been diving down into her magic, and she pulled on it now with a hard yank from within. Lightning surged to live from within her very chest, racing down both of her arms. Reckoning was electrified as she swung the curved sword down with a snarl on her lips. She aimed to slash the razor sharp blade across the thing's throat - partially behead it if she was lucky. "Eat my sparks, you piece of shit," she hissed as she followed through with a lightning strike from her other hand towards it's gaping, fang-filled maw. She didn't pause to see if either blow landed before she swiftly moved beyond it - behind it to flank it while her friends dealt with it in front. Then, Ashe followed Koel's advice: she launched her lightning forward. It snarled forward, multiplying and crackling around in almost a net to encompass the beast, over it, around it, pressing in and in and in to hedge it's movements. Ronin ashetta it's live or die my way.