Shit. 

Everything had gone to hell. Not only had Sevrin arrived, but he had stolen the orbs as well. That one angel still believed himself to be superior to everyone, and just about everyone here was [i]useless.[/i] 

And somehow, things were bound to get even worse. Lily's attacks had almost all been negated, cut apart by that damnable sword. Without more time she couldn't mount an attack, that would get past Sevrin's defence. She grit her teeth and took to the air, intent on buying as much time as she could. She had the advantage of flight, and however high Sevrin could jump, he was no match for someone to whom gravity was optional. Fire and plasma coalesced in her hands. Twin orbs of fiery destruction growing stronger all too slowly for Lily's liking, yet it was all that she could do at the moment. Sevrin might have been immobilized by Kushiel and Akoni, but she did not trust the imbecile to deliver the finishing blow. He would screw it up, she knew it. And Akoni... He was powerful for a human, but she did not think him quite capable enough to finish off the likes of Sevrin, even if it was only an avatar of the true horror still trapped, behind the veil separating Hell and Earth. 

Precious few seconds passed, and Lily started to feel confident that she had enough to blast Sevrin into oblivion. She reared back, as if to throw the orbs, but paused. Space opened in front of Sevrin, and a being that gave even Lily pause stepped up. She - it - blocked the Longinus. That, more than anything, was what made Lily banish her flames. The look Sevrin gave this new Void-individual was one Lily found herself in agreement with. Disgust and anger, and begrudging respect for being obviously powerful. 

Could she dare risk attacking this new individual? They had blocked the Longinus of all weapons, grasping it by the blade. She grit her teeth, and tentatively tried to form an attack, only for Void to disappear, then re-appear a distance below her. She reacted immediately, shooting into the air just as a blast of darkness surged out from around Void. The very fringes of the explosion managed to reach Lily, covering her lower legs and leaving them human and bare, only patches of the fiery plasma that was her Sol body covering them. 

Never before had she felt something like that. Felt something try to strip her power from her. More than anything, the gal of that ignited the anger within her. She was a Shapeshifter. [i]She[/i] had created the art of changing forms at will; to separate what she was into multiple parts, using and enhancing each at any time she desired. She was a Master of her own body, and [i]no one[/i] had the right to control what body she decided to inhabit. So she fought through it, not asking, but forcing er body to change back. The fire that made up her elemental body spread and struggled, covering her lower legs in pulsing patches. 

It was only moments later that she reformed her body in its entirety, glaring balefully down at the newcomer. Had she been able to, she would have turned her to ash from the inside out, but knowing that she had a power like this... If she could use it at her leisure, the chances of Lily defeating her were slim. 

So she turned her attention to Sevrin instead, who had now opened the vault's door and was already hurrying down the corridor. And within moments, a white-clad figure following him, screaming about how a sword was his. "Sparda's son?" Lily whispered to herself incredulously. The whelp's impossibly bad timing made her want to burn him, but she was forced to recognise that he was an ally of inconvenience at this point. At the very least he wanted the Yamato back, which made him an enemy of Sevrin. 

She didn't even care to acknowledge the woman that appeared, content to leave her be since she appeared an opponent of Void. "Fenn!" She shouted, already speeding towards the open vault. "Heal, then follow me!" 

Around her, fire seemed to coalesce in empty air, falling behind for a second only to trail behind her. Each second that passed saw more and more of these fiery orbs coming into existence, each one adding to the hoard of flaming spheres that followed in Lily's wake. Singular blasts of fire, or a Supernova, had done very little to Sevrin. He had been able to cut them apart with the sword. She wouldn't be able to defeat him by sending just one attack at him at a time, regardless of how powerful it was. But hundreds of smaller attacks, falling upon him like a tidal wave. 

She didn't care how powerful the Yamato was. He could not defend against such a barrage.