[ All they've left to do is watch from above. Emet-Selch's eyes narrow at the two as they fall haplessly into the water below. A shame that this is what it's come to, but it's necessary all the same.

Ciel is left to gravity's whims as Emet-Selch exchanges his blood-tipped sword for the mage's staff at the flick of a wrist. Magic is his constant and preferred companion, and he's glimpsed what that 'acid' could do besides.

The very next moment, he outstretches his hand and crosses the distance between him and Ciel with the same slithering shadow as before. Emet-Selch catches her by the wrist to slow her descent and she is lowered gently to the charred surface below. Again, demonstrating an unspoken promise that he would safeguard his allies where he could.

As Emet-Selch's feet touch the ground he swings his staff at the ready and begins concentrating once more. This time, the snaps of electricity begin to pop in the air around them. Water alone would not be their undoing.

If not evident enough in action, the ruinous look in his eyes clearly shows that he intended for this to be the last spell he would cast that night. He would drag them back as shards. ]