The invisible referee pulled the starting pistol's trigger, and the Pretty Cures charged straight at the dark figure in the center, each carrying their own colorful, pure radiance.
"We didn't want to believe it at first... but you really did destroy other worlds!"
After the French Pretty Cure, burdened by reluctance, was sent flying by a cube launched from his belt, Ash raised his knee and braced his elbow, catching the punches and kicks of America's three "Burst Girls" in an unusual pose.
"And last time, you hit us so hard that we had to stay in the infirmary for days! Do you have any idea how much trouble we had catching up on schoolwork and credits?!"
And that photo! Hand over that photo too, so we can tear it up!
Seeing the light on the fist blocked by his arm guard growing ever brighter, Ash, whose head had been tilted slightly by a light blast, hurriedly kicked them away.
But not only did that move fail to relieve Ash's predicament, it instead opened up a huge gap for countless ranged attacks and even more punches and kicks to rain down on him. The moment one was knocked down, a second or third would immediately fill the gap. Even as this battle went on, more Pretty Cures were still rushing over.
Though his combat instincts, far superior to theirs, allowed him to remain standing on this utterly chaotic battlefield, the pressure Ash bore was nowhere near as light as he made it seem. After all, the hostility Red God had stirred up against him this time covered far too wide a range.
And besides, he couldn't dodge.
"After beating us, you looked down on us and said things we couldn't understand. Do you really enjoy using your power however you