[Sijan] And Her Name Is John Cena!

The remaining Air aspect - the bald woman Bells had ducked around earlier - might have given a sharp cry of fury, were she not an Immaculate monk and thus highly trained and disciplined. She really, really looked like she wanted to, though, and perhaps it was only because she had retribution to enact that she didn't. When fighting a Solar, every ounce of one's attention and focus had to go into the task at hand. To fight with anything less than your full body and mind was to foolishly embrace death. With her jade chakram in hand, she stepped forward and spun on the ball of her foot, bending at the knee to sweep low. Once she was near the ground, she threw her chakram, the jade weapon whistling through the air in an upwards arc at her Anathema foe.

The good thing about infinite jade chakrams was that it was nigh-impossible to get rid of them. As soon as she'd released the deadly spinning blade, another appeared in her hand. Still spinning, she leaned forward and planted her free hand on the ground, cartwheeling smoothly forward - another whistling blade whirling through the air at Cinder. Her advance continued as she hopped a couple feet into the air to launch a pair of the deadly weapons at Cinder, the arcing blades crossing over one another in a lazy 'X' before continuing to close the distance on the furious, cocky blonde and her furious, cocky face. She finally found herself on her own two feet, chakram in hand, the wind around her whistling at roughly the same pitch as her blades... with the white crest denoting her status as a child of Mela blazing proudly on her brow.


She would not get another attack, if Vision of Bells had her way. Although she was carrying the deadly, flexible blade of Shatteredpaw, the somewhat timid Lunar was determined to end this fight in as non-lethal a manner as possible - and so opted to safely secure her bundle to her hip before taking a step out from behind her Solar comrade. Slicing and dicing would not do, here - hands-on it was. The skinny Lunar assumed a casual stance - almost like she were simply standing and waiting for a friend. A trained eye might notice the minute tension of her legs building, or the carefully-calculated relaxation of her hands in her fingers twitching, but by the time they paid attention to the details, it'd be too late. 


Bell's anima began to coalesce behind her - whisps of silver and red, coming together to form a prancing creature of rough shape, while a perfect, hollow circle lit up on her brow. Normally, her Anima would give away her true form - until Bell casually reached behind herself and shattered the image into a thousand shards of crystalline energy. The prismatic shards of raw energy, fractured as they were, made her true outline hard to discern - as though she were moving through a funhouse of broken mirrors, each line and patch of white or black or tan a possible false lead. 

And then Bell launched herself at the bald Air Aspect with frightening speed, blurring across the ground like a rocket. At the last minute, she whipped herself around and launched herself into the air, throwing a whistling, flying kick that, thanks to the Immaculate Monk's rigorous training, she only managed to block at the last second as an alternative to possibly having her jaw broken. Bell's onslaught continued, as she bent backwards at the waist and put a hand on the ground, spinning nimbly, bringing her other leg around at the midsection. The Immaculate blocked this attack as well, but the speed at which she was moving and the way her shattered anima cloaked her movements made the block clumsy - and painful. 

Bells, both of her attacks mitigated, slipped into a full handspring and curled her midsection up, before launching herself at the Immaculate feet-first. This attack hit with her full - though not incredible - weight behind it, as the gymnast pushed her opponent back a couple of steps and nearly knocked the wind out of her. With the Lunar between the Air Aspect and the roaring Solar, it was clear what her attention had been all along... to distract the less hardy of two targets so that her heavy-hitting new friend could take care of the other one. 

The Immaculate, not one to be dissuaded, lunged forward and pressed the attack. As with any true Air-aspect, her hands were a blur of motion and decisive action, striking for Bell's weak points, her medians and chakras. The sudden attack of (surprisingly savage) touches and pokes put Bells on the defensive, though only for the time being. Her entire focus was on slapping aside jabs, deflecting knife-hand strikes and the like. Cinder, though she hardly needed Bell's assistance in the first place, was on her own. 

The obvious Earth-Aspect in green armor roared forward, lifting his white jade lance. As a big and fearsome Dynast, he had no shame about going after the biggest, most fearsome target, confident in his natural sturdiness and armor could hold the Demons at bay until backup arrived. His lance shone, then sheathed itself in a wreath of green-and-brown energy, thrust forward with likely enough force to spear a pair of boars in a single strike. But this was no boar. Not even two boars. This was Cinder - and she could likely parry such a brutal, obvious strike without much concern.

After all, what is the strongest ant in the world compared to virtually any human?