There's a sudden burst, a volatile explosion of glass, the clear translucent shards of shrapnel raining down on the gruesome scene, as Ash buries her foot in layered brick that's now beneath her. She says nothing when her machete leaves its sheath--and with only a quick flash of steel as prior warning--impales the ground in front of Scott. Like an erect wall, it remains stationary when Scott runs into its reflective surface, and once Scott can regain his senses, he's hoisted skyward, fourteen feet above the ground. "Will you stop fighting? Please?" Ash begs, the hefty barrel of her cannon prodding at the Egret's stomach. "It's not like I wanted to fight, Gale just has... Anger issues." the Gigan explains all too casually; grimacing with each attack Gale dishes out in the backdrop. 


The longer it takes for Scott to respond, the tighter Ash's grip becomes, her claws slowly invading his armor, making quick work of any protection that's barring Scott from Ash's Gigantian strength. "If you don't, I can't really guarantee your safety, it's not like I haven't [i]killed[/i] people before." Ash adds. Twenty feet from the epicenter of the battle taking place, a ring begins to form as humans, Ferals, Elves, people of all sort begin to take interest in the rather one sided battle. "You know we're Medici back breakers, right?"