[i]Ablaze[/i] hummed, pins and needles racing up and down her not-body, and she felt a renewed pool of power rising in her. The report of her cannon stopped. It grew bright, then brighter, then held. It was [i]roaring.[/i] Not in her ears, not in her hands, but in [i]her.[/i] It was part and parcel of her, and in that moment, nothing in the world felt more natural than holding that flame back.

One last effort. Once last backstep. Just far enough away. [i]Come on. Come on. Come on—[/i]

Screaming both in her ear and in her brain, [i]Blotklau[/i] leapt. A low thing, almost a pounce. The axe in her arm, the axe in her teeth, glinted with their sharp and wild light.

They were on even ground. Her cannon was charged. And Roaki's feet had left the ground. Perfect. Exactly what she wanted.

Now or never.

She looked at [i]Blotklau.[/i] Not at its axes, but at her, at the whole. She was moving low, but aiming long. She expected [i]Ablaze[/i] to keep going. Keep moving back. Only one blow landed; why would she stop going now?

So, brimming with an ocean of new energy, Quinnlash lunged forwards.

The world seemed to pause. Time slowed to a crawl as she curled, tucking for a sideways roll upon hitting the ground. [i]Blotklau[/i]'s four red eyes slid back to her. Pain. Anger. Surprise. Confusion.

Upside-down now, midway through the roll, she brought the cannon to bear. It was like an extension of her body now, a part of her as much as her own gashed arms and legs. [i]Blotklau[/i] was fast. Too fast for her to get a sure shot in. But now? No changing directions now. And she was point blank. She allowed herself a smile then. A grim, thin thing, a twisted rictus splitting across her mauled face.

[i][color=ffe63d]Go[/color][color=black]tc[/color][color=ffe63d]ha.[/color][/i]

[i]Click.[/i]

With a sound to eclipse thunder, a stream of blinding light blazed forth with enough power to tear through anything in its path. And it [i]did[/i]. When she landed, tucked into that roll, her ear nearly popped with the sheer volume of Roaki's screaming, and she knew without even looking that she'd hit her mark. She hauled herself to her feet as fast as she could, even as pain ripped through her, and dashed back with earthshaking footsteps to [i]Blotklau.[/i] Or what was left of it. Exactly where Quinn had hoped she'd be. Face down. Screaming. Axes forgotten. And with both legs rendered into smoke and ash from the knees down.

The grass all around them caught alight, and fires rose to meet her as she planted her foot in [i]Blotklau's[/i] back. Not hard enough to hurt. But enough to send a message. And then finally, she brought down her cannon's business end on the elbow of the Savior's last intact limb.

A duel ended when the opponent could no longer continue, right?

"[i][color=ffe63d]Disconnect![/color][/i]" She roared through the microphone, drowning out even Roaki's horrified, raging, spasming screams. She bore down with the cannon's barrel until she felt something [i]pop[/i], grinding into the dirt. "[i][color=ffe63d][b]Disconnect[/b]! Or I take the arm too![/color][/i]"