Ashelia had taken off with Zelda, flying lower with her until the Queen saw the moogle swinging for the airship. "Keep going!" She called out to her friend as she turned around and sped back towards the ship. She swung around, clenching and flexing her fists as she prepared an eidolon onslaught.

She flew around the moogle King's headlashing out with strikes and breathes of fire from Ifrit, the strong, sinewy limbs erupting from the portals mere inches from her hands. What resulted was a sort of dance - Ashelia dodging and weaving, flying to and fro, fire spewing forth from the magic circles as Ifrit's attacks connected.