It sounded like the best plan they were going to get. Isolate one, draw it far enough away from the others that they wouldn't get involved in the fight, pin it down, and, as it were, go to town. As plans went, Ignis had heard worse.

He raised an eyebrow at Even's choice of weapon. By appearances it was a rudimentary spear, and yet Ignis had felt the bite of ice magic in the air as he'd formed it. Forging weaponry from raw elements was an impressive trick, something not even the highest level mages could achieve in most cases. It suggested a degree of control over his elemental alignment that went beyond mere study.

For his part, Ignis reached into the armiger, concentrating his chakra as he closed his hand around Malystrix. The family Remnant had been handed down to him by his mother on his induction into the Crownsguard, and he'd soon swapped his practice with swords for the spear.

The shape of it glittered blue in his hand as he pulled it from its resting place and readied himself.

"Whenever you're ready," he said.