Before she even realized what was happening, she was pulled out of danger, barely missing a strike from another doppelganger. It takes her a moment to recover. Venti smiled softly, albeit with a hint of sadness, noticing the charm on Rayman’s person as he tries to fight back despite the poison. Rayman, Yugi, all of her dear friends… Even Shizel, who seemed to act quickly herself to keep them out of harms way.

It’s a struggle with the poison corroding their very beings the longer this goes on, but she’ll pick herself up, steadying her staff as she whispers an Esuna for everyone. Then, a cure spell.

With a final Osmose off some of the crystalline figures, her attention turns back to Dycedarg. The man was looking far more warped, twisted the longer this went on. She couldn’t stand for this madness any longer. No matter what became of her, so be it. He was too far gone to even be helped, and Venti herself had very little strength left as it is. With just one word, she fires off the first of many to come.

“Holy!”

Within seconds, streams of holy light are fired right at Dycedarg’s direction. They’re quickly to be followed with just another word from the Native Dragon.

“Ultima!”

And within, the consciousness witnessing felt a sense of dread.

( "Ventuswill? ... What the hell are you doing?!" )