The earth is screaming warnings at the same time Castor's voice washes over him. Shiro dives clear and rolls, staff tucked safely against him. He comes back up on his feet. "Camilla step closer to the boy! Keep the primal steady so we can take it down!"

He reaches for the magic again looking for something like rampart. He finds it and sends it sweeping out as Protect. Okay. He jerks back as the stinging heat of the eruption slaps against his side. He sweeps his staff out with a hissed curse and pulls in power to heal it. He needs to be at his best to run around the back if its going to keep hitting him. "Castor, stay on the right. Shian the left! Vax keep to the back. Let's see if hitting it from several directions will slow it down any."

The Mi'quote flicks an ear, obeying the voice ringing with authority. Shiro has an idea. "Next time you see those cracks try and stun it. Maybe we can interrupt its focus." But he hasn't forgotten their objective. "Castor, do you remember what comes next? You have to. You lived through this."

He glances at Shian as he adds, almost too quietly to be heard over the flames. "I see why he became a Dragoon. He looks like he belongs in the sky."