Cid restrained a sigh of relief. With a small nod to the ensign at the wheel, the ship began it’s descent towards the outskirts of the battlefield. The very air became more and more charged with the malevolent energies of the staff as they drew near, which while pleasing to Cid and his cohorts, was utterly disturbing in it’s sheer quantity. Tempest, neither used to said energies, nor their quantity, was having a notably difficult time maintaining her composure as the vessel neared it’s destination.