and... well, let's give her the rest she deserves.]

COME ON OLEKSANDRA!

ONE FINAL FIGHT!

LET THIS NIGHT BE OUR LAST TOGETHER!

[When I see your face once more... I hope you can forgive me.]

LET'S DANCE!

[Love you, Ol. More than you'd ever know...]

Iridescent Tempest... it was... a name I came up with on the fly, to be honest. But now... in the moment?

My grin still remains on my face, shining brighter than ever.

Radiant Grin.

Heh, now that's a name.

I look towards my cap-

No.

I look towards Oleksandra one final time, right in her face

probably look like a right loon right now, but I DON'T CARE!

HAHAHAH! LOCKE! I... I couldn't be more proud of you if I tried, bud... heh, look at me, cryin' because of ya.

...and she's still here. Not backing down.

Heh, not a surprise.

My grin doesn't falter, and I call forth my EGO again.

[They quickly barge into Kenneth, moving him out of the way of the distortion's path.]

NO YOU DON'T-

//The effects that image had on the gaming community and meme culture is staggering

The alsume spreads...

//Locketosis

[They move to practically leap at the blade to try and hold it in place, a small, bloody shield formed to cover them from the weapon.]

Haahh... of course you do this bullshit.

//number one skittle squad

[They quickly stand back up, a mantle of blood forming around them as two hardblood gauntlets appear on their fist.]

. . .

Let's go.

Oh shit-

[They try moving out of the way of the sudden manoeuvre, yet still gets caught by the distortion.]

Fuck-

//PFFT- OMG HES SO ROUND-

Of course-

[A wide slash cuts through the two of them, again, trying to divert it's attention.]

But can you keep up?

//Locke is definitely Grace-fitting

[They vanish, appearing behind the distortion with a hardblood greatsword, slashing at the distortion. This is less so to actually hurt the distortion, but to keep the pressure on and keep it's attention away from Kenneth.]

[Cheshyre moves in front of Kenneth to shield him from the wave of heat, it being partially absorbed by their EGO, causing the energy to grow more wild and frenzied.]

. . .

[They're silent, unusually so, only turning to look at Kenneth to make sure they're okay.

...but I do care.

Haahh... like that matters to you.

[Their body is overtaken by the usual iridescent energy of their EGO, but this time, more of a cyan, light blue colour more than anything, with hints of red through it.]

Haaahhh... alright, I'll try my best...

Let's do this.

Yep, that's her.

. . .

A-And she's dancin'... with somethin' she made...

[They go to say something, but whatever they try to say doesn't come out.]

By the Wings...