"Jotou, please," Asobi uttered. "If they somehow are mind-controlling you… o-or you let them… Snap out of it… Please," tears formed in her eyes.
With the force of a finger tap, she kept the sword of light at bay, and watched her left. Hotaru was on her knees, healing up Tiffany's throat and the electrical scars across her neck.
The redhead made no eye contact, and was firmly focused on the water she formed; although, the quiver of her lip and the folding of her ears gave away her true emotion. Ben lied panting behind the elf, holding his jaw and realizing blood was dripping down his chin.
Finally, her gaze went back to intertwine with those of jade green. There was a slight tremble in both of Jotou's arms that wielded the crystal sword.
"Shshing!"
But it was a moment, and moment alone. She flipped Asobi's blade away and swiped the sword for her head. The sparks pierced through an illusion, and she got low before she swept her foot out in a circle.
