Let Futaba do her thing...

Oh, right. A light flickered deep within his mind. Weren't they here for... something, originally? It felt like they had a goal. Raven was invested in that goal. Maybe he should stand down and -

Black and red tendrils suddenly pierced his mind, and reflexively, he tried to put himself in the way so that they wouldn't reach Raven. It felt like they were trying to reach his heart, but weren't able to find their way in, so they simply sowed even more chaos in a fragmented mind -

Bullets fired everywhere, and darkness spread. The bullets bounced, and the darkness was absorbed, but now there was even more power, and it singed, it soared, it screamed, it begged for release -

And his mind was chaos and the power needed to be set free, it was time for release, it was time for the end, the end was needed, he was the end -

But there still was that touch, that grounding touch, of the one who refused to let go. Right. Stay focused. Focus on him. Focus on Raven.

He cast a Heat Riser on his friend so that he would be better protected, and stood ready to cast a Diaharan if any stray bullet managed to hurt him.