[Taking up her position in the west, Yotsuyu is--firmly aware of the irony for herself. Where the sun sets, where that act allows the darkness to grow. She uses Modification, however--no strange incantations for her, just the sweet precision of mathematical equation, invoked to protect and minimize any danger that bringing down the wards might engender. Snapped shut, her fan inscribes geometric symbols in the air, before she bows her head, letting the others know that she, at least, is finished, and her spell hangs, ready to join with...whatever comes next.]
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I stand ready. Whoever shall go next, please do.