>Fire again! Uncork the power we have stored with our Orange Lotus and feed it into our Violet Lotus once it finds purchase in the blade. We have to end this quickly!
>Desperate now to end this conflict before anyone else gets hurt, you unleash your Violet light once more. This time, the Avatar reacts with violence faster, and fires another one of those black beams from her sword at you. The collision of black and purple energy generates a mingled ball of power where they meet. You steel yourself. Taking into consideration the non-violent nature of your Violet light, your own fatigue, and the seemingly mindless fury the Avatar has been seized with and its employing, it takes every ounce of your strength not to be pushed backward by the force of the blast. And despite your best efforts, the Avatar's beam starts to push yours back slowly, but surely, and you start to activate your Orange light just to make sure you don't lose this exchange.
>And then a blast of wind strikes the Avatar's hand, failing to disarm her, but knocking her sword aside, forcing her beam off the side of you, landing only a glancing blow on your shoulder which stings like that of a large bee, but does not disrupt your concentration. As you adjust your Violet light to strike the sword, you spare a glance over at the direction of the wind. Sure enough, it is Reisen, on one knee and with Lily supporting her, that has come to your aid. Just as you said to her, together you are stronger than the Avatar. Drawing upon the power stolen by your Orange light, the reinforced Violet energy erupts from your scepter with tremendous force, this time actually forcing you to take a step back to brace yourself. Through the surge of light, you see that oily, evil blade crack, then shatter to pieces in a massive explosion of power. You have just enough time to cover your face with your arm before the blast hits you, carrying you off of your feet and sending you tumbling through the air, which you barely register before your vision swims and your consciousness fades.
>You find yourself on your back when you come to, staring up a sky filled with thick grey clouds that are spitting a cold rain down on you and the rest of the city. Your body feels like a worn-out tooth, there is a trickle of blood coming from your nose, and you have a whopper of a headache.