Sora and Omega reappeared with their mysterious savior on the launch pad, and Sora turned to the savior in question as, once more, darkness compacted to make its form corporeal. "Th… thanks…" she muttered. The figure smiled at her with a nod, and vanished in another flash of light. She spread her wings and lifted off, making a beeline for the off-duty building. The city's bout of sudden freezing had receded during her stay in the base, and the sky lightened to a more uniform shade of medium grey, though snow was still falling and ice overstayed its welcome.

"F-filly? Wh-what's going on?" Omega stammered, head darting to and fro as he struggled to take in the ghastly sight.

"We're getting out of here, that's what. I'll explain later," Sora replied, flying above buildings to shorten time and maximize distance. As it was, Omega wasn't even in any condition to talk; there was no telling how much blood he lost during his little stay in the base, and there was the matter of his new augments possibly making trotting a bit of a problem for him in the meantime.

Omega kept glancing around as he was airlifted, unable to do much else for the moment. He saw something black in a window of some sort, in a very tall building as Sora started to descend. "F-filly… could ye fly back up a sec?" he asked.

"Huh?" Sora stopped and glanced at him.

"I… wanna make sure my eyes ain't playin' tricks," Omega replied, jerking his head towards the building in question as Sora watched. Sora sighed but obliged, and flew back to that tall building. He looked up at its top and groaned, finding a sign that had frozen over during the unprecedented storm. Within, they peered into a few windows, descending a few floors to find a fully hooded carriage large enough to hold seven bulky stallions, neatly stationed on a display circle complete with fencing to block off any would-be hooves and a crowd of frozen onlookers. It was divided into thirds by way of seats, walls with windows just behind said seats, yet more windows at the front and back, and doors that adorned only the left side. Said doors were all sporting velvet, navy-colored curtains that were inside rather than out in sets of three.

Sora whistled at the sight. "Impressive, but a replica of an old model from five hundred years ago—only rich ponies who want to show off could afford such a thing, and even then as a museum piece since there's not much practicality to them. What about it?" she asked.

"Well… we kinda need a carriage… can't carry me all day," Omega pointed out, frowning. "I'd hate t' do that t' this purdy thing, though…"

Sora's eyes widened, and she gave Omega another look, realization dawning. "You want me… to jack that thing?" she muttered.

"Ain't got much of a choice. Jus' drop me off first… need t' gather my bearings," Omega replied ruefully.

Sora dropped her head and groaned. "Alright, but I'll probably leave behind a mess doing it," she muttered, and flew on, until she found the building she was looking for—oddly, it hadn't been riddled in frost or capped off with snow. Though, she shouldn't have been surprised to find Yukito and Starbreaker already on the roof, looking at her expectantly as she came in for a landing, with the latter wearing her bell and still sporting that magic-soaking chip in her cranium.

Yukito paled upon seeing Omega's current state. "Wh… what the…"

"He had a horn crown on his head… I overheard some medics talking… they tried to pull on him what they did to Nath," Sora replied, shaking her head grimly. "They mentioned something about a 'longevity project.' I don't know what else they could have done to him… frankly, I don't want to know..."

Yukito's brow furrowed, and he trotted over to lift Omega off of Sora's back, being mindful of her blades. His eyes met with Omega's widening ones, and further took in those little wounds on his head where wires still stubbornly poked out. "That's not good…" he muttered.

Sora turned to Starbreaker, who took off the bell and returned it to her. Sora took it with a nod and put it on. "Thanks for watching it. Did anypony come by while I was gone?" she asked.

"Some… shadowy thing that just teleported us here," Yukito answered uneasily. Sora turned to him, eyes widening. "Did… you run into it, by chance?"

Sora nodded glumly and turned to Starbreaker again. "Did the… shadowy thing say anything?" she tried.

Starbreaker shook her head. "Nothing," she replied, glowering. "So what now, Bright Idea?"

Sora shimmied a little to the side, to give Omega some breathing space. "I'll go get a carriage. There's one a few buildings away, in usable condition, and… it probably belongs to a rich pony, with how well it's been preserved," she muttered.

"You're going to steal from the rich now?" Yukito asked, frowning at the thought.

"Well, I could be yoinking a museum piece for all I know. Don't really have any other options, with what how fast everything's already gone to hell in a hoofbasket. Any carriage left in the street is… probably going to need replacing soon, or at the very least extensive repairs," she replied. Flaring her wings again, she paused to turn to Omega as he tried to stand with his new augments. He collapsed mere seconds later.

"Can't… feel front l-legs…" Omega muttered, making to get up again before Yukito planted a hoof on his withers to stop him.

Yukito spoke in a gentle reprimand, "Don't move too much; you'll aggravate your injuries. You need to rest." He turned to Sora, opening his mouth to retort, then closed it when he realized that they couldn't afford to take turns carrying Omega, not when only one of them could fly.

Omega kicked out with his hinds, before Starbreaker rushed to pin him. "N-no! I-I ain't…" He looked up and gawked as Yukito knelt to his eye level.

Voice still gentle, Yukito replied, "Whoever did this to you… they will not lay hoof on you again. You have my word."

Sora turned to the base as one of its bizarre cuboid legs collapsed, sending ice and snow and soot everywhere with a tumultuous crash. The spire on top of the base began to glow in a garish pink color, pulsing in a manner similar to unicorn magic. "Welp, there goes the east wing," she muttered, and with that, she tossed Yukito the gun she'd pilfered and then took off to yoink the black carriage Omega had pointed out to her. Yukito looked up and deftly caught the rifle with his tail, feeling the hairs curling around it to hold it in place. He lowered his hinds to fully lay down, glancing at Starbreaker.

"Let him kick out; he probably has a lot to vent," Yukito muttered. Starbreaker shook her head.

"Saw blood under his tail," Starbreaker said simply, but moved off only to manually flip Omega onto his back with her hooves. Yukito frowned and stood up, trotting to inspect Omega's hinds—his thighs were red with blood, from the dock right down to the gaskins. Stranger still, there'd been something imprinted on his chest, charcoal-black and reeking faintly of burnt flesh and fur. The anomaly read 'punishment order #13,' in looping calligraphy of all things; it looked like it was practically advertising itself. That, and unsightly, bloodied stitches ran between the hinds, zig-zagging crudely over...

Yukito, upon realizing what he was looking at, lurched and almost vomited at the sight before he forced himself to turn away, but reigned in his protesting stomach as horror started clawing at the back of his mind. He took a few minutes to compose himself, then glowered and gently touched the scrawling with a hoof before rubbing it a little; it didn't smudge, and Omega winced before crossing his hinds to hide the stitches. "He's been gelded… and th-this… this scrawling…" He turned to Starbreaker, jaw quivering. "You had it between your hinds. What does it mean?" Starbreaker glanced away, ears folding back as she turned to Omega. "What is it?"

"... can we not speak of it ever again?" Starbreaker replied, voice dripping in venom as she turned to glower at Yukito, prismic eyes pulsing with a power that made them turn pale.

Yukito sighed. He turned to Omega, who looked back at him with ears pinned back. "I agree with Prism over there," he muttered. "J-just… not now…"

Yukito nodded and sat next to Omega, helping him into a sitting position, tail still firmly wrapped around the borrowed gun. "Listen… at some point, you'll have to tell us… at least enough regarding what happened that we can get the big picture. I have… a feeling the Corps won't let us take the time we'd need to recover from all of this," he said, softly.

Omega hesitantly nodded, tail quivering as he saw Yukito's point. He made to speak when he heard the distinct, distant sound of rattling wood, and started to fitfully glance around in an attempt to find out where it was coming from. It picked up in intensity before long, and soon enough a beating of wings began to accompany the noise. Yukito heard it too, and shifted to put the rifle in his front hooves, wincing as his alicorn gave another ache. He glanced around, watching for any more of his fellow ex-coworkers in case they decided to drop by unexpectedly.

But nothing came other than that rattling and flapping. Pink flame started to swirl over the top of the base, and through the sky, dispersing the gathered clouds slowly. Yukito frowned at this. "The Friendship Flame Protocol has been initiated?" he muttered, brow furrowing in confusion.

"The what now?" Starbreaker asked, turning to the spreading fire that was dispelling the clouds.

"The Corps' defense against a bad winter; weather manipulation with magitek," Yukito replied, turning to Starbreaker with a frown. "But initiating Protocol… with a smog… would be disastrous for us—the resultant fumes would strangle us." The rattling of wood grew louder still, and he glanced around before seeing flames roiling at the dome that separated the base from the city, garish-pink and inching closer and closer to the smog. He turned to Omega. "Who or what attacked the compost site?"

Omega quivered, lips pressing into a thin line for a moment. Distantly, down a street, he saw a flash of green and gold. "Ye wouldn't… believe me, doc…" he muttered bitterly.

Yukito's ears fell back at that statement. "I take it the proof of whoever or whatever attacked the compost site has been wiped off the face of the planet?" he guessed. Omega grimly nodded.

"Ain't nothin' left," Omega muttered, his own ears pinned back. "Corps just hauled my ass out and right t' th' base—f're I ever heard th' compost site got sacked." He perked up a little as he saw that flash of green-gold again, this time racing to the rooftop with a rattling object in tow. Yukito and Starbreaker turned to what he was looking at, and both found Sora coming in to land with that black carriage now harnessed to her. Out of the confines of its cage, the group could see it a little more clearly now, and Omega took the time to marvel at the features he'd initially missed.

Much of its main body was further reinforced by steel structuring, decked out in a uniform black paint that was barely scratched up and shining like it was brand-new. The only truly wooden parts, being the doors and wheels, kept rattling even as she came in for a landing. The carriage jumped in place as she alighted, but held firm even as a door at the very front opened of its own accord. The door swung a few times, revealing and concealing a plush seat big enough for three ponies to lay against one another side by side without resorting to leaning against the windows for support, and a smooth carpet within.

Nopony needed a second invitation; Yukito put the rifle's handle in his teeth and stood up to wrap his forelegs around Omega's barrel. Omega nodded and rose on his shaky hinds, barely moving his forelegs and allowing Yukito to escort him to the carriage. Starbreaker cut in to open a door on the end of the carriage, smiling as she saw a decent chunk of floorspace in front of the seat, enough she could set a coffee table and a nightstand inside if she were of a mind to. She hopped in and closed the door behind her, as Yukito manually hefted Omega up just enough he could crawl in to the front seat.

Yukito closed the door and made sure it would stay that way once their newest charge was inside, then made for the middle door. He glanced at Sora. "How bad is it, for them to warrant the Protocol in autumn?" he asked as he opened the door. "Is it worse than just the destruction of the base's east wing?"

"Honestly, there's a lot of factors; I'll tell you the shorthoofed list once we're out of this shitstorm," Sora replied, lifting a hoof to jostle her collar and make sure her bell was secure. The bell barely budged, and the collar did not shift in the slightest. She flapped as Yukito nodded and hopped on, closing the door behind him and tossing the rifle to the very end of the seat. With that, she galloped off the roof and flew; the carriage rattled in protest as she struggled to gather momentum without having done a lap first, though with an ascension of a few feet she was able to steer it properly.

The pink flames started to spread throughout the city, colliding with the smog at first, then engulfing it entirely. The acrid stench that lingered before amplified tenfold, now mixed with the scents of melting ice and ash and boiling water. The flames only glowed brighter as they licked at everything, turning a slow-forming shade of purple within seconds. Sora did not turn her head to look at the flames; she pumped as much strength into her wings as she could, bolstering her speed, and raising her altitude just enough to soar smoothly over the buildings that got in her way.

Every time she caught a gust of wind, her wings stiffened to ride it out. The storm clouds, or what was left of them as the flames decimated their number, started to move after her, crackling with that dimmed lightning. The wind picked up, further spreading both the fire and the clouds, as well as helping Sora get out of the city a little faster. Inside the carriage, Yukito alternated between watching Omega and looking back to where his home once was. His mind stirred, and some doubtful part of him reflected that he could have handled things differently, although he had to admit he hadn't considered that things would even veer this far out of control, for both his group and the Corps themselves.

All the same, this destruction would only be a temporary one. Sure, it was a major setback for the Corps, but with a force large enough to have its own bloody city, repairs would get done and the fumes the fires were creating would be blown away sooner or later, once the worst had passed—and when that worst passed… he tried not to think about that. He and Sora were marked ponies now—there was nothing more they could do about it but turn tail and fly off to greener pastures. Yukito could do little else than heave a sigh at it all—a mournful one, as he wondered just how far off Aeverafree truly was.

But… why Aeverafree, of all places? What compelled his wife to want to head there when things took a downturn for the south? And how were they going to get there, if for some reason Sora couldn't fly all of a sudden? There was so much to consider, the group was pretty much on their own; one incapacitated, one crippled as far as he could tell, and he himself still suffering a killer headache. All in all, things were already going fantastically, catastrophically wrong at this rate, and before long, everything would… "No, don't muse over such things. The worst will pass, it has to," he muttered to both scold and reassure himself. He was silently thankful Sora's bell could do more than conjure shields, and that it helped them pack everything they could beforehoof.

He realized, looking back at the city as it grew more and more distant, that such extensive damage would give him and his makeshift herd a good few weeks' head start at the least, if only to get off the Corps' immediate radar. That, and workplace conditions weren't really all what they seemed; they had a fresh start, now that they'd hit the road… although, there was still the issue of babysitting Starbreaker in the meantime. At least Sora could help keep her in line, he mused to himself with a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and Starbreaker herself was more or less in fit condition; all the more leeway to check up on Omega and help him along.

The carriage tilted as Sora started to descend. He turned to Omega, namely to peer out the window past him. Odd, Sora was making for the Crested Plains of all places… was something going wrong with the harness? The carriage tilted once more, leveling out in altitude. Okay, perhaps she'd had a miscalculation, noticed, and changed accordingly, but Yukito frowned nonetheless. "It's not like her to do that…" he muttered. "Unless… she didn't sleep at all these last several hours?"

He could only wait for the landing, however, before he'd press her for answers. In the meantime, he tapped on the window in front of him with a hoof to get Omega's attention. Omega didn't turn to him, at least until a few minutes later, when Yukito tapped again. "Yeah?" Omega asked—Yukito saw his mouth move, but heard no sound.

"Can you hear me?" he asked. Omega blinked before shaking his head. He turned to Starbreaker and tapped to get her attention, and unlike Omega, she looked right away. "Can you hear me?" he repeated, only to garner another shaking of the head. He sat down and looked at the floor again, wondering just what kind of carriage this was—it wasn't a standard cargo carrier, that much was for certain. Some part of him mused about how the hell they were going to conceal this thing from the Corps, and some childish part of him started spinning some pretty zany ideas—that, in comparison to the heist he'd helped pull, seemed tame.

"I could use a bit of brushing up on the magical front—six spells is but a measly repertoire, especially since I can teleport a lot before collapsing… perhaps illusions would do the trick?" Yukito muttered to himself, tilting his head and putting a pastern under his chin. "I'm going to need a bloody spellbook for that, though…"

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Sora landed just outside the forest on the western edge of the Crested Plains to stop; by now, it was morning, and the clouds had finished dispersing to let the early rays warm the land. The leaves had started falling out of the trees, though, and the autumn chill bit at her. On top of that, she was sore; legs aching something fierce, wings ruffled up and stiff enough to send pain down her spine with the tiniest movements, head throbbing and stomach cramping. Her eyes started to twitch closed in seconds; she struggled to keep them open, head bobbing slowly as she repeatedly snapped herself awake.

She stayed like that for half an hour, just standing there mostly motionless to rest her tired muscles whilst trying to not fall asleep where she stood, when the furthest door of the carriage opened and Starbreaker hopped out. "Why'd you stop?" she asked, trotting up to her adversary with a quizzical look.

"Just… in pain," Sora answered as bluntly as she could, but even she could not hide the crack in her voice that betrayed her exhaustion. Starbreaker frowned and watched as, haltingly, she got out of the harness; it had dug furrows into her fur, having rubbed those spots raw. Once she got out of the harness, she gestured to the forest with a wing, not daring to risk lifting a hoof as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "This… where you…"

Starbreaker cut her off with a sharp nod. "Mhm, until those black-wearing weirdos found me," she confirmed. "Why are you in pain? You weren't like that when we fought hooves-on."

Sora gave another wince. "It… happens if I run around and fight all day; been like that… ever since I hibernated. I just need to rest for a few hours, and I'll be fine," she answered, then gestured to the harness. "Can you… take this thing through the woods?" She pulled back as her foe nodded with an unintelligible grumble of discontent, and watched as she put the harness on. She did so fluidly, seemingly knowing which strap went where, amazingly enough without damaging the structure in the slightest. "Did you… have to be a carriage-mare at one point?" she asked.

Starbreaker nodded with another grumble. "Hated it," was all Sora caught.

Sora nodded in return, deciding to press for answers later, and trudged to the second door to open it with a shaking gait. Before joining Yukito in the lounge, though, she closed the third door with a wing, then plopped down on the seat as soon as she'd hauled herself inside. A moan of exhaustion left her mouth, and she saw Yukito's horn glowing and heard the door closing behind her, though because of how drained she was, it escaped her notice that Yukito winced and that his magic sputtered briefly as the door shut. It wasn't long after that did the carriage start to rattle, jostling as the wheels came into contact with tree roots. She could only guess Starbreaker had started making her way through the forest.

"Sora, you're pale… are you alright?" Yukito asked, frowning in worry.

Sora sluggishly shook her head. "Need… nap…" she replied, thoughts turning muddled as the urge to sleep took residence and demanded to be sated immediately. She forced herself to inch closer to him, though, sitting up once he was in hoof's reach and leaned, curling one wing around him as she rested against him for support. She made sure all of her blades were pointing to the floor when she was done, and her head came to rest on his withers. "And…" She trailed off as Yukito turned to nuzzle her, pausing to nibble on her shoulder when it spasmed briefly. "Not… too much…"

Yukito nodded against her shoulder, and wrapped his forelegs around her barrel. "After all that's happened… I think we're all going to need a nap," he muttered.

Sora's gaze flitted to the curtains in front; Omega peered back with a blush on his face. "Not… that…" she muttered, turning an ear in the direction she looked at. Yukito frowned and pulled back before seeing the ear had moved, and turned to find what Sora had been referring to.

"Oh… oh…" An awkward silence held for a few seconds. "We can't have that now, can we?" Yukito muttered, before his horn glowed once again and his magic took hold of the curtains throughout the carriage once he realized what was probably running through Omega's head in that moment. He then mouthed to Omega in an apologetic manner, "Sorry, can't have you watching," and with one flick, the curtains closed, and darkness shrouded everypony within.

Sora closed her eyes again and hummed appreciatively. "Are you… feeling any… better?" she managed.

"My mana drain's receded a bit, but not much…" Yukito replied, frowning as he returned to nuzzling Sora. "I'm afraid all we can do is… let Omega rest up a bit. We could use the sleep ourselves."

Sora nodded in understanding. She wondered if Starbreaker herself was getting physically drained as their currently-designated carriage-mare, but shrugged off the thought all the same; she at least got some energy back just by staying put at the off-duty building. Before she let sleep knock her out, though, she decided to open her mouth to ramble a bit. "Earlier, I… had stomach cramps," she started.

"Stomach cramps?" Yukito echoed, voice tinged in confusion. Sora didn't open her eyes to study his face, for her own eyelids felt like heavy weights, but still guessed that her husband's eyes were widening nonetheless. "Did you neglect to eat again?"

Sora mulled it over, then glumly nodded. "Couldn't… eat in the base," she replied with a shrug. "Took… a lunch break, during s-sparring… with S-Starbreaker… m-made sure she a-ate, too..." Her wings sank a little, and her hind legs started to numb. Great, her own body was falling asleep on her.

Yukito sighed in relief. "It's probably nothing that we should worry about, then," he stated, tone somewhat factual and more relaxed than anything. "Once we find functioning medical equipment, or get to Aeverafree—"

Sora snorted. "Assuming… we find… equipment along the way," she pointed out. Her forelegs wobbled with strain, and she pressed more of her body against Yukito to compensate. Last thing she needed was to fall to the floor, and sensing this, Yukito scooted her to the back of the seat with his hooves, then manually laid her down. After that, he snuggled up with her, keeping himself between her wings all the while.

"Assuming, of course, we find miracuously-functioning medical equipment before we get to Aeverafree," he conceded with a smile. "But once we do, if we somehow manage that improbable feat, and should the cramps persist for whatever reason, I'll fire it up and run basic conducting to diagnose the issue. That sound good?"

Sora lazily nodded, smiling. "Sounds… good," she muttered. "W-were… you and S-Star… frozen, e-earlier?"

Yukito shook his head again. "Not in the slightest, even after we'd been rudely teleported onto the roof. The air around us was unusually warm," he replied.

Sora nodded, relief washing over her. She muttered, "I… love you." She returned the nuzzles, and it lulled her to sleep faster with a distinct feeling of calmness about it.

Yukito nuzzled in return. "Love you too," he replied. And with that, both drifted off to a quiet sleep, with only the soft rattling of the carriage accompanying them.

Outside, dragging said carriage along through the woods in a slow walk, Starbreaker kept her eyes and sole functioning ear peeled for any signs of life, whether it be from the woodland or from any unprecedented black-garbed ponies. Only the crunching of fallen leaves and twigs answered her, and though the air warmed a little as the sun continued to climb, the lingering chill still held a firm grip. The forest seemed to hold its breath as she trudged through, only moving with her as the wind blew through the branches.

Her prismic eyes darted left and right as such a gust rustled the canopy, and in seconds the forest fell still again. Her tail swished, and her prosthetic ear twitched with a faint whir. She turned her head as much as she could to compensate for her half-deafness, yet still the only sounds she could catch were the crunching and the rattling of the carriage as it bumped against sticks and errant roots. She turned to a felled tree that was growing moss on her right as she was about to pass it, pausing to scrutinize it.

Starbreaker smiled as she caught sight of two deep dents in the timber, the moss only just starting to make a home in them. The trunk had several jutting splinters, teeming with insects that also swarmed the timber. She wheeled around the tree accordingly, dragging the carriage with. Her pace picked up, into a brisk trot that jostled the carriage with more fervor, although not enough to send it crashing. She'd have liked to send it crashing, of course, but that would have led to more trouble than it was worth—even she knew that.

Her prismic eyes caught another felled tree a few feet from the first, and she looked at it. It did not have dents, or moss, but rather a clean trim separating timber from bark—so clean, in fact, she didn't even catch one splinter jutting up. It even had trimmed, leafless branches—at this, she tensed, pausing to listen to her surroundings.

Again, the forest kept quiet. Starbreaker was the only creature who'd dared to move. She kept fitfully glancing around, the hairs on her withers rising to stand on end, that little black chip pulsing with her absorbed power as she tried to cast even a simple spell.

But nothing even made an effort to approach her, or the carriage. Yet Starbreaker could sense, on some innate level, that something was off about these woods. She couldn't afford to take risks; she wasn't at full power, and now she was the one lugging the wounded around. She kept trotting, making a mental note to slap Sora upside the head first chance she got, pace slowing as she grew increasingly wary of her surroundings.

She could feel eyes watching her every move, but from where she couldn't guess. That started to irritate her, and her tail twitched in annoyance. She turned left to trot deeper into the woods, frowning ruefully. At about twenty yards from the cleanly-cut tree, she came upon a small clearing—then stopped and lifted a hoof to shield her eyes as bursts of light erupted all around her without warning.

When Starbreaker lowered her hoof, she glowered. Eight black-garbed weirdos now surrounded her. They started to close in, and a feeling of déjà vu took hold. "Well, well, the Star-Blasting Light's dropped by again…" one of the cloaked ponies muttered in a mocking tone. Even shrouded by his garments, Starbreaker knew he was smiling at her, and in spite of the situation she grinned back. "And she's totin' a fancy ride, too… wonder what's in it…"

Left with little choice in the matter, Starbreaker lifted a hoof and felt around for the stone before she started to scrape it off with as much force as she could muster, using her frog to help facilitate the stone's removal. With a few motions, she'd felt the little stone pop out and fall away, taking with it chunks of her flesh and fur. She barely heard it landing in the grass, barely felt blood trickling down her forehead as she lowered her hoof. "What's in this carriage…" she began, channeling magic into her horn and straightening her legs and neck out—grin widening as a red light started dancing at its tip unrestrained, "is none of your business."

The cloaked ponies stopped their advance, eyes trained on Starbreaker as blue and orange flames began to crackle along her horn. They noticed, for perhaps the first time, her condition and posture, and unanimously started to back off. She paused to search the ground, and found the stone before picking it up in her magic to find bits of blood and muscle clinging to it. She wasted no time making it vanish in a burst of red light. Afterward, she turned to the cloaked ponies and flashed them a manic smirk.

"That said… do you still wish end me, as you have tried the first time?" Starbreaker challenged, hearing a faint sizzle as the little bit of blood on her face dried under her flames. "Because I can assure you... I'm going to hold nothing back now."