Stunned as she always was by the beauty of Terra's esper form, Relm shook herself out of her stupor. Her ink brush dashed across her open sketchbook, capturing the sorceress' essence in black ink and magic older than black and white. Even as the ground tossed her through the air she kept painting until Ultemecia's hand reached out from the page, grasping at air before aiming itself it its inspiration and casting flare.

As it did, the ground tossed the small artist into the air. Her concentration broken, the hand dissolved back into ink and splattered across the ground. She tubled back to the floor and stumbled up again, scowling.