Lusamine swiped her hand to the side. A sharp tendril sprouted from the coiled mess of branches and lunged at Gladion. He deflected it with his shield and chopped it with his sword. That wasn’t going to work anymore.

Gladion took another step closer. Branches wrapped around his leg, and he chopped them off. Lusamine shrunk back, extending her branches further, but Gladion would not stop. Everything she threw at him simply was not enough.

That is, until the branches caught on fire.

Lusamine was just as shocked as Gladion. The platform had turned to a raging inferno in just an instant. The flame caught onto his clothes, and panic set in.

“Silvally! Surf!” The moment Silvally was released, a cool splash of water covered him and doused the flames. When he regained his bearings, Lusamine was gone. He looked down. There she was. But she wasn’t alone.

An enormous man stood on a block of ice. Flame radiated from his fist. Lusamine clung tightly to him.

“Oh, Mister President, you finally made it! My hero!”

“Get off me,” said President Armstrong, and he threw her onto the ice.

- Ragnarust Round 5