Ysaryn watched beside Kire, captivated. She'd never seen any male fight like that. The teeth he flashed at her, the way his fingers curled like he could tear her flesh from her bones if just given an inch of space. His unchecked rage rolling off of him. He'd chosen a side, Ysaryn realized. No longer would he carry the scent of careful neutrality. He was with them. 
She smiled that wolfish grin, gripped her blades, and moved to deal with the dolls, protecting the ─

─the Gemini. Green eyes. Ysaryn hesitated, but to her credit it was only for a moment. Spare the thug now so she could deal him a wallop later. There was a roar from Rulitus beneath her just as the dolls sprang forward, and Ysaryn's blades sang to meet them. Their eerie, glowing eyes only beacons that drew her to them. 

Gods Above, the smell of blood. It was wrong. It was tainted. Otherworldly. It was all he could smell. Ruli's nostril's flared, and he spat, his own blood joining the pool. She hit hard. Met his launch with such a strike he knew better than to meet it again. He was only vaguely aware of the others. He could hear Kire and Ysaryn, but only saw Akuma. Only needed her. The bitch that had destroyed everything.
Then, he became vaguely aware of screaming. Pain-filled shrieks. Ruli turned his head for a moment, catching sight of the Gemini on the ground writhing, and knew immediately.
Instantly, he threw himself at Akuma, diving under her defensive strike with her sword and he gripped her arm with his right hand, his other flying to her throat. "[i]Release him![/i]" He snarled both in and out of her head, his inner voice far louder than he'd intended. He bared a smile at her as she twisted and danced out of his grip. But his head ached, magic spasming, from the attack. 

Mind magic was a fragile thing. To burrow into someone else's head and whisper orders and lies believed as truths, it was delicate. Even if it was strong magic, forged by iron, it was thin as thread and easy to snap. Her own magic, with her feet splashing in the blood that coated the runes painting the floor, was stronger than his own. If he kept trying, his magic and his mind could shatter. 
Ruli glanced down at her feet, her white clothing black and red with death as she moved through the arena. He only had one thought. 
Get her out of it.

With another snarl, he lunged again, eyes sweeping quickly before he grabbed at Akuma. She dodged, but he spun, feet sliding in the unsteady soil so he could fly at her again. When she dodged a second time, Ruli kept running, putting space between them and throwing speed into his leg muscles. Just as he was about to trample over Ysaryn as she took three dolls down at once, he vanished. 

Reappearing immediately behind Akuma. 
But before he could crush her against the ground with the force of his body, he vanished again, and took her with him. 

Into the room where he'd been shackled.

He threw both of them against the table with a force that could have crushed the bones of a regular person, his weight thrown against her body, pinning her to the table if only for a moment. He bent and opened his mouth, teeth clamping on the nap of her neck where it was exposed over her armour.