Shakily, Lyric rose to her feet a second time, wisps of thunder accompanying her ascent. The enemy found an abhorrent humor in her determination, this reinforced by the devilish grin that Leyenda developed shortly afterward.

"I would advise against resisting further. An executioner has no right to inflict unjust pain-"

"Put a sock in it! I'm not goin' down 'till-"

Before Lyric could even conclude her sentence, their opponent blinked forward and landed a wicked forearm strike in the same place she'd been kicked moments prior, the girl being sent tumbling into the earth once more.

"I wasn't finished."

Still, Kyoya was screaming in agonizing silence, condemned to helplessly spectate what could only lead to the completion of Leyenda's objective. Lyric laid motionless outside of breathing for a moment, but was soon forcing herself back up with a single free arm yet again. "Your persistence is utterly revolting, Lyrileas."

She walked to the girl's front and knelt down, holding her up by a fistful of hair. Lyric's hands gripped the woman's arm as tightly as they could manage, but no amount of struggling seemed to bring about a result.

A crackling sensation was the first clue that Kyoya was nearing a breaking point.

The Seraph's eyes found him as he slowly regained feeling, a resentful fury beginning to cloud any presence of reason. His vision grew fogged, a pulsing haze of deepened blue actively preventing clear sight.

All he could sense was indescribable ire toward she who would dare harm someone he held dear, ultimately resulting in nothing less than raw, concentrated hate making up his entire being.

"You bitch."

One hand broke free after the first, followed by his torso, then his legs. Any remnants of energy he had was burned away in his escape, and yet even through the resultant fatigue, his heart managed to race far faster than before. In suit, a bursting aura flickered to life, uncontested.

Kyoya stood as though he hadn't a drop of life left in him, but the presence of his blistering identity made any and all aware of the opposite. Fiery claws enveloped the boy's hands as his defiance took form, eyes gleaming a radiant cyan in response to the beacon of red tyranny before him.

During the duel, his flame burned in a fashion far more refined, more uniform; now, though, it roared viciously, completely untamed, dancing in tandem with a smoldering serenade that sought only the eradication of his newfound fury's source.

Lyric's stare quickly fell upon him again, prompting the enemy to pass a glance behind them.

Of course, this was much too late a reaction.

Kyoya's limit had finally been exceeded, a breakneck dash-step throwing his fist into Leyenda's form. She was forced to release his partner and bring her sword into a blocking stance, but still saw herself on the receiving end of a shockwave that nearly blew her away, a savage crack having been carved into the blade.

"It would seem you've managed to resist Enthrall... How odd."

Lyric found her full height just as quickly as ever, but it was clear enough that she was far from fighting condition. Though, before she could walk toward their target, hesitation found its place in her demeanor.

She cornered a glance to the Miscreant.

"You alright in there?"

His reply was delayed, awfully slackened, but determined nonetheless.

"No idea... but it's personal, now."

The Seraph crossed her arms and returned to a manageable position.

"...Don't go crazy trying to be a hero."

With that, all that remained was the exaction of revenge.

"No sweat."