Emporio doesn't hear much, but what he hears is enough. Sending himself and Jolyne upward on swift winds, he swallows- and shortly after the pleas of Eilifi, come the warning and order over the comms.

"Whatever it is you planned," he shouts, "I hope it involves what those guys on the radio just said..!"

A fumble, and a grunt- Weather's arms still hold Jolyne, and Emporio brings himself higher with her.

"Hermana... ...I know you don't like the idea of any of them...but I think we need their help to finish this; Nypsia is the God of Night- if you're going to try again, I'll help, but you need her help too..."

Well, hopefully she asks Nypsia for it. As it is- Emporio takes them yet higher, until they're near Kolokifi's head and raised arms.

And then their plan can take place. Whatever Jolyne throws, it won't be with precision- if anything it is a mere anchor, aided by Emporio freezing barbs of ice that he asks Nypsia to assist with, stuck upon the string's ends.

From there...they move faster. Emporio takes them around, and around, as fast as possible- intent on tangling the unfurling string around those raised arms and even Kolokifi's face if possible.

They avoid hitting rifts with all they have- but maybe if string pulls across those forming under their path, they can be 'sewn' shut in a sense?