"Solarel! Ever since we parted. I have thought of only one thing. All my projects bend here. To this. Every glance I stole toward the horizon! Was only to defeat you! This is my love! This is my anger! And it is my sorrow! Nine Drive System, Final Configuration! The Second Form: The Kiss of the Comet!"

And then she ejects. And then she falls, swords in her hands and a staff on her back.

Above her the Gods-Smiting Whip executes the very first macro she'd ever programmed into the controls. Nine cores of nine Crystal Fire Drives burn at maximum intensity, guided by the Control Tail. A finger pulls a trigger. And then everything is silence. Mira, Mirror. You ridiculous creature. With a blast that huge you could never have missed in the first place.

The beam is not a simple rainbow. Seven colors are not enough to express this much pure, reality warping energy. It is more accurate to say that the beam is [i]every[/i] color. Every expressible shade and concept all packed together in a spiraling kaleidoscope of glittering, silent power. Speak Not. 

The air itself is erased. Buildings vanish into nothing. The arena shudders in primal terror. Trees, rivers, grass, a mirror-sheen lake, ruins and temples and shining glass towers all twist into a single spire at the tip of a spear, and more besides. It's an attack beyond description. It's an attack that cannot be parried or out thought. It's an attack that will forever alter the destinies of everything it hits. The Gods-Smiting Whip is no exception. Its head tilts down to watch Mira as she falls, armor plates shearing off of its body from all angles from the sheer force of the reaction standing behind the beam. She did not program any such reaction.

No wind whips her hair or her constantly shifting battle dress as she plummets toward the uncertain ground. Mira simply falls as if through a vacuum tube, with her eyes turned directly toward the multi-spectral destruction she's unleashed above her. There, Solarel. Was that obvious enough. Was it worth all the hints? Was it worth giving the game away to get you to follow? The nature of the Second Form is that it leaves exactly one way out of everything it does. In this case...

Mira hooks her sword behind her and grabs at the center of it with the deepest part of the blade's curve. She twists her hips, as her dress shifts from glittering diamond fullplate to a long trailing wedding dress made entirely of intricate and interweaving lace patterns that resemble ripples around flower blossoms sitting in the water. Her fangs peek out from underneath her lips as she watches the staff fly up and away from her, across the path of the most likely trajectory a second pilot would have to take to keep herself safe.

The staff separates as it flies, connected in three parts by lengths of sturdy black chain. Mirror's eyes flash with delight, and she slashes the non-air a dozen times in a circle of scything blade work that serves no purpose other than intense, delighted laughter. At last, at last, at last! Let the Gods above sing their song of change together!

Above, the streaming weapon starts to dissipate. Clouds form concentric circles above the arena, though they glitter like diamonds and dance like a flock of birds. The shape of two mecha is lost to haze and mists and the underworld. Cameras flicker back to life over the waste and the beauty and the mysteries that Mira is no longer bothering to pay attention to. Whatever audience there is will see two women falling toward each other and the ground so very, very far away. There is nothing else to see. Nothing but

You and I! You and I, Solarel! Speak Not! And yet! Speak Always! Speak loudest and together, speak with me forever! Share with me your secrets and your heart and take mine into the empty space you leave behind with everything that you are! Come and see the true shape of your power! And let me finally, finally, finally, finally finally finally finally finally finally finally finally finally finally finally finally finally FINALLY feel it with my own body!

Come to me, my nemesis! My rival! My one and only heart!