With Hiems landing on the ground, Momo stood above him, having to keep her hold onto the whip and shield. The two pieces might not be enough against his ice attacks, but they should be able to aim Yaoyorozu in defending herself from his punches, as well as launch some hits from a long distance. “Giving up already?”, she asked him. Not in a cocky way, but a rather confused and curoius way. Was he really done, after landing in such a position?

On the sidelines, Nensu watched the scene, before having to catch a glimpse of a familiar shade of red-orange, in the distance. Was it him? After all of these years, she had to catch sight of him at a time like this. As a reflex, she had to close her eyes to make sure what she saw, was either just her imagination or real-life. She really hoped it wasn’t the latter.