[size=1][i]Crick.[/i][/size]

The slightest snap, audible within the confines of a broken soldier's mind. The last refuge of sanity, all of her emotion, her hate, both for herself and for this woman before her who would attack Kynthia, break her only deal, the only thing that kept her in check all of this time.

Her reaction was sudden, but subtle. She stopped crying entirely. Teeth bared as the other Jessica came. A hand reached down, deep, deep into her only known etherspace pouch, not caring about how public things were.

Greg landed, letting go of Kynthia. Saw Azumi sliding to the side, out of the way of the biotic Warp. Saw the bursts of bubbles as Will distracted her, and saw the other Will's total [i]lack[/i] of input. Then Kynthia's Moon Slash, which worried him. He wanted to make sure she was okay, and that meant keeping a distance. Nothing he could do but try his best, though. First he shouted at that second Will. "Do something! Stop trying to hide, you [i]complete [b]idiot[/b][/i]! If you want [i]any[/i] remorse, you help us [i]this instant![/i]" Then to Will, wanting this out of the way right now so they could get a full force on her. "You shoot [i]water[/i] out of your hands, have a girlfriend who is [i]half [b]cat[/b][/i], move from world to world, and are facing down a villainous version of that [i]same[/i] girlfriend [i]right now[/i]! Stop trying to talk about what's possible or impossible and listen to the people who [i]saw[/i] the idiot and dragged him along!"

Only then did he glare at the other Jessica, aiming one hands at her, the halo appearing above his head. His reason for being so caustic was laid plain. "You will [i]die[/i]. Nobody hurts Azumi, and nobody hurts Kynthia. [i]Nobody![/i]"

...it was then that he saw what Azumi was wearing. He did admit it was extremely embarrassing, and did suppose some other men would be attracted to such an outfit, but his eyes were on what she was doing. Was most of her arm twisted a little and down...  what. Okay, it was pulling out again... And he saw it. There was a Kig-yar point defense gauntlet on her right forearm, the Jiralhanae combat knife, a human machete in size and brutal in edge, carefully pulled out and given to the left hand, the dark blue plasma shield forming from the gauntlet on her right arm, which slid up her arm to near the elbow, the compartment re-zipped after the entire maneuver. The shield would not fall to the Trench Blade (as has been dubbed the rapier), nor to Trench Magic. Only to light-based magic or plasma, anything else either doing nothing, or, in the case of the complete antithesis to light and plasma both, even possibly strengthening it slightly.

She was a valkyrie, albeit one with a severe lack of proper dress code and not bothering to change even the headband. She had chosen the slain, and said slain no longer stood even the slightest chance. Due to her temporary insanity due to her brain being starved of oxygen and her tortures over so long, she didn't even wait any longer, slashing with her blade at the backs of the dark "Jessica"'s legs, trying to severely disable her by severing the muscles of her legs to make it easier for her to fall before slashing up at her sword arm, trying to disarm her. She hoped that that light magic on the other "Jessica" would disable the magic on this one. She just wanted to kill her now, having completely forgotten her training with Batman to avoid murder, her tortures preventing any remembrance at present. Due to having been behind her the entire time, it was likely she would be successful, ducked to avoid the others' blows.

Greg took a breath, realizing he was staring, and raised a hand as he drew both of his blades, Tendou aimed at their foe. "Reckoning!" An arrow of purest light exploded at her, aiming to deal significant damage. He was nog going to fall. Not again. Especially not when, in this Halo form for his magic, he did have a light basis, meaning he would be able to, in some degree, withstand her tactics.