A Triumphant(ish) Return---Open---

Xzuk want a huge fan of fights, but he did what he had to, thankfully, he didnt have to do much. He hadn't met Simca but one or two times to his memory, but she seemed to have respect for other Titans... Which was nice, but more importantly, she could fight. As well, if not better, than Emmy. Xzuk had enough of the sideline work when he hit the island floor. He felt as though he'd get in the way, so, he'd let Simca do the fighting while he did the defending.

"Simca, Im leaving this fight to you!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth before he turned and saw a bolt of fire wailing towards Mg's head. Before he could react something else caught it for him. He wasn't a scientist, but he did know that it was possible to suffocate fire. If he could somehow make small seismic charges to pull the oxygen out of the air, he could in theory, stop the fire. For limited seconds. But, that could be enough. Another bolt of fire hurled towards them and his veins blazed bright blue and a small unstable blue aura formed in his hands. He threw it at the fire and upon the collision a blue ring shout outwards followed by a clap of thunder. What remained of the fire in the 3 foot radius was smoke. It would work.

"Good luck Sim."

He tore his mind away from the fight that was bound to cause the sinking of the island and focused more on himself and his small oppurtunities. Any slight chance one has, can be taken with great risk, but for great reward. That moment, would have to arise soon, and that would be the moment that he hoped the rest of the team would seize as well as himself.. At least that way, one of them would get the take down..

Simca's Battle Theme: Number One

Simca could actually feel the excitement radiating off her once good friend in large amounts. So, this was the reason Krious had been defeated? Simca honestly did not understand whether she should be scared or determined. She could not discern which of the two was stronger. Roselight knew she could not beat Stasis in a one-on-one fight, yet, with Emblem, who had beaten Stasis, she could feel her power soaring beyond the levels she thought to be her limits. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Emblem was an enemy now while Stasis was still a great friend? Or because Emblem had threatened Wavelength and Mg? She did not know. She was not as excited about this as he was. For one thing, she just wanted to end this quick. Dispose of this burning bastard and avenge all the innocents he had hurt.

Of course, she would not kill him. Old Man Bruce had taught her better. Even someone like the Joker could not be killed. Life and death was not in her hands. Or maybe, that was just the excuse her subconscious mind was making so she would not kill him. She knew a part of her still loved Emblem. Yet, a major portion of her despised it now, and for Simca's emotions which were always in conflict since the day she was born, it was all about which one weighed more.

''Hmpfh. Next time you make an entrance Pinky, try and be effective. All this barking and no biting. Trying to look tough has never been done so badly.'' Emblem scoffed, a boastful tone. Arrogance. That would be his weakness. And his undoing. He was too proud at times; always had been.

Simca raised an eyebrow at his comment, before pulling off a facial expression that seemed to be mixture of a scowl and a smirk. "Pinky? For all your amazing powers and years of learning, that's the best you can come with?" she shook her head. If she had a nickle for every time people called her Pinky, she would be richer than Oliver Queen. And that was after she fulfilled all her moral charity obligations. Heck, her own mother used to call her Pinky at times. "Looks like all that magic doesn't do any good to your brain, huh?"

Simca turned her head aside and nodded at Xzuk, before she listened to Emblem go on about something, half of which she had missed as she wasn't really interested in his idle chatter. It was only the mention of her best friend that caught Simca's attention. "... I reckon you have seen Krious, but if that fools able to talk yet, then you'll have heard about this. Flickering Flame might not be strong enough...Way more fun though. On the other hand..beating you with the same style Krious was smashed with... Ah wait. It's not a flashy Titan entrance. Excuse me."

She glared right back with equal intensity. Emblem's eyes may well have been burning with all the heat of magical molten rock, yet her own burned with the will to avenge Krious and protect the world from her old friend and possibly lover. The two pairs of eyes locked, as Emblem began turning the tower into a living avalanche. She jumped, knowing Xzuk and Mg would as well and trusting them to protect themselves.

She repeatedly pulled off reverse back flips across what to the non-Air Walker would have been thin air, yet to her, was her floor underneath her feet. She did not need Senbonzakura to help in the air. The air was her territory; her right, her home, her freedom. Freedom was power. The air was her power. She was Swallow, the free bird that soared above the skies. She had changed her name, but doing so did not change her heart nor her desires.

''You ready to be cleansed in fire? Pray to your Gods you don't end up like Krious...won't matter anyway. All that oppose me burn.''

"Oh, suck it, Reindeer Games." She bit back, annoyed as ever, as she hopped from one foot onto the other repeatedly in order to maintain her position in the air. She was seething at the mention of Krious, but she knew how to keep her emotions in check. Especially against a devourer like Emblem, who fed off people's emotions but more importantly, and more annoyingly, talked too much during his fights.

She could not help but smirk slightly at his transformation. "Not too flashy, eh, Old Timer?" she responded. Her voice was low, but loud enough that Emblem would at least have been able to understand it. Unless he was a bit too full of himself, in which case, this fight wouldn't be as difficult as she had assumed it to be. She recalled Terry's words. "The more these supervillain dregs boast and show off, the easier it is to take them down," her smirk widened slightly, Senbonzakura dancing.

Simca raised a palm. The rose petals scattered, spreading in all directions around Emblem as they encircled him, ready to rip and tear through his burning hot skin to their own satisfaction. It was almost like her Pink Energy was sentient, at times. It probably was, said Featherlight, but they could never be too sure about that. The rose petals flew at him from multiple directions, aiming to saw his limbs off. Fire could only harm them so much, after all. There were hundreds of them, spread in all directions. How many of them could he challenge? And how long could she put this up before it began to take its toll on her.

Simca scowled, before flickering out. She air walked at full speed, jumping from one side to the other. Her Senbonzakura would have done well to shield her from Emblem's view, giving her the age of a surprise attack. She used the air underneath the surrounded-by-pink Emblem as a trampoline, jumping straight towards Emblem's unprotected zone, a few of the Senbonzakura petals gathering at her fingers like gloves, turning all ten of them into potent claws, coming up straight to strike Emblem through the wall of Senbonzakura that surrounded him.