As I yelled for Za'Fia to stop, Avarice chuckled, finding amusement in the situation. Enough for us to halt our fight for a moment. I shared what was happening with Tymon. I need you to stop her before she kills Verin, I told him urgently. If she's about to kill her, I'm not going to make it flying. Show me where they are, he responded. The exigency could be felt in the air. It was like a feeling that our window of opportunity was closing, so I didn't ask what he planned to do with his request. I used All-Sight to see Za'Fia and Verin and relayed the real-time visage to Tymon mentally. Let's hope this works, he thought as he tried something different. He usually could only shadow travel to places he'd been because he had to visualize his exit, but could doing it this way help accomplish that, too? In the view of Za'Fia, as she dropped her fist down again and raised it for another, I saw Verin's shadow darken and spring to life to create a shield around her, protecting her from Za'Fia's next attack. This enraged Za'Fia even more as she went for an immense, fiery blow, but Tymon used Dark Shift to sink Verin into her shadow and transported her to Korea, where he and Michael were, putting several thousand miles between them.****Tymon accessed Verin's state. She was severely wounded and burned all over, but her life wasn't in danger. He didn't sense death clinging to her. His gaze shifted to Michael with slight concern, but he still breathed. Can you show me Za'Fia again? Tymon requested. She'll probably come for Verin; then I can subdue her before she hurts anyone. That's smart. Protecting Verin and Michael is key, so you shouldn't stray too far from them, Alissia concurred as Tymon began to see Za'Fia. She looked around frantically, overwhelmed by her growing frustration at losing her kill. Then she went still abruptly and slowly turned to look in Tymon's direction before taking off like a comet of fire. She'll be there in less than thirty minutes...wait... Tymon could sense it, too. While over the Pacific, Za'Fia changed trajectory. Instead of flying straight across, she cut down on time by gaining a higher altitude, then angling herself downward and using natural gravity to help accelerate further. Tymon didn't have much time at all until she'd arrive. Even in that state, she thought of that? Within moments, Za'Fia crashed before them, her breath ragged as she looked around for Verin. When she saw her lying on the ground, she lunged, but transformed, Tymon intercepted and pushed Za'Fia away before placing a black wall of darkness behind him. Unable to act rationally, Za'Fia looked addled for a moment before her expression took on a look of betrayal beneath the bestial features. "You're...protecting her?" Za'Fia's draconic voice muttered as she shook her head, barely able to hang on to her surfaced confusion. Tymon looked down at her crushed arm with empathy, feeling a spark of anger rise within him, but spoke in a calming and soothing manner, "After everything she's done, I know she deserves it, but killing her will do more harm than good. I can't let you go through with it." Feeling betrayed, Za'Fia grew even angrier and roared fire in frustration before lunging at Tymon. Tymon dodged and defended against her onslaught as best he could but struggled to think of a way to subdue Za'Fia and her flames without hurting her. While pondering this, he noticed Za'Fia's flames change from red-orange to blue. He watched in stunned silence as Za'Fia appeared like an indomitable firestorm whose flames gave off heat so intense that Tymon noticed he'd begun to sweat profusely. Tymon tensed. He'd never seen her like this, so he wasn't sure what she could do in this state. Then suddenly, all the flames vanished, but the temperature in the atmosphere increased to the point Tymon's sweat evaporated instantly. His mouth was left painfully dry as the moisture in it went. His skin felt rough and cracked in the brutal air. Where'd all the flames go? He thought as he ignored the sharp pain of his lips splitting from the dryness. He noticed a blue flash from Za'Fia. Looking at her hand, he saw intense heat waves emitting from it. No, the heat was coming from the claws at the ends of her fingers, which glowed hot with bursts of blue. Tymon looked up to see Za'Fia's eyes of pure fury piercing through him. He might've gulped in that moment if he could muster any spit. One thing he knew for sure: he had to avoid getting caught by those claws at all costs. Before he could attempt to talk her down, she suddenly sprung forward and slashed at him. Tymon dodged as five flaming claw marks were left hanging in the air for a second before bursting into a massive fore of blue destruction that reduced everything in its path to ashes for miles. He could only hope there was no civilization along its route. Tymon flew higher, luring her after him to prevent more wreckage. He tried to think of a way to calm her down, but his mind drew a blank. There has to be some way without having to hurt her, he thought to himself. Hug her, he heard Damien's voice say. What? How will that help? He asked, not seeing a connection. Damien's pained laugh rang in his head. You really are dense to these things. She needs an outlet. She's been through a lot. Find a way to give that to her. Tymon considered this. An outlet...? Tymon figured he must've meant for her rising power. She needed to release all of it at once to return to normal. Problem is, that'd destroy everything for dozens of miles. Then it hit him. It was a gamble, but if he took the blast himself, he was confident his power could contain it. If the release didn't kill him first. Even if it did, it would still be enough to exhaust her. From what he could tell, the others had finished their battles, which left only Avarice, who he was confident Alissia could handle when she got serious.