Phoenix did not take her eyes from Uprising Prime's, as he commanded his clones through some sort of internal mechanism to commit more organized atrocities. She did not turn to see what he had done, as she could not risk him possibly slithering away, or losing sight of him, should he create ore clones. Instead, she merely paid attention to her other senses, and what they could tell her. Counting the individual voices of the screams of those being tortured, to determine the number of people whose lives were at risk, she knew the cost. Tasting copper in the air, her eyes narrowed, realizing that blood had been spilled.

"You leave me no choice."

Spreading her wings out to their full span, a full ten meters, she advanced upon Uprising. Rather than using her wings as a weapon, she used them as walls, trapping Uprising in them, and backing him up against a wall. Unsheathing her sword, she threw it up in the air. The steel blade sparkled, reflecting the fluorescent lights beautifully, hopefully signaling her position to any law enforcement. It fell, back into her hands- but with her right hand, she grabbed the blade, rather than the hilt. Swinging the sword upwards by the blade, she rammed the hilt into his crotch, and subsequently punched him in the stomach, right at his kidney, with her left hand. The steel arm plunged into his kidney with extraordinary force; the blow would be enough to make him piss blood for the next week or so. The pain alone, from the steel blows to both his crotch and kidney, would be enough to make any ordinary man pass out.