[ When Anya speaks up, Aerith doesn't place her face but knows that she has the ability to handle this with her. It would be hard to describe, if she were asked to, but it's strange, all the same— familiar in it's own way, too, truthfully. Anya's strike holds true and fast, setting the monkey ablaze, and Aerith grins as it disintegrates, burning up as if a strip of paper. When it burst, it leaves behind something peculiar: A golden fragment. ]
Wonderful!
[ Rushing over, she holds her hands up for a double high-five. They got this! ]
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Wonderful!
[ Rushing over, she holds her hands up for a double high-five. They got this! ]