Almost the instant the girls finished transforming, the fireballs continuously spewed by DragClaw came flying, blasting all the Pretty Cure out of the warehouse.
The girls who had been violently thrown back onto the ground cried out in pain and rubbed where they had landed. From afar, the glowing eyes beneath Ryuki's grille-like mask looked like two crimson ghost flames emerging from the smoke-filled warehouse, staring through the haze as he approached them step by step, trailing scarlet afterimages.
"Diamond, Rosetta, we can only fight back!" Makoto, the first to rise, gritted her teeth through the pain and turned into a streak of purple light as she charged at Ash.
"Then I, Cure Diamond, will cool his head down!"
The three girls charged forward together, while Ai remained sitting where she was, because she still could not bring herself to attack Ash, whom she considered a friend.
They had even held hands and agreed to be friends!
The others felt much the same, but they were not about to stand there and let him beat them up.
The Pretty Cure truly were embodiments of kindness, but even kindness had its limits!
"Close combat?"
Casually tossing aside the DragClaw in his hand, Ash clenched his fists and met the fierce assault of the three Pretty Cure head-on.
Although they were categorized as magical girls, Pretty Cure generally did not fight with magic, aside from the three of them. What they excelled at more was unleashing overwhelming physical attacks with bodies enhanced to the extreme, followed by finishing the enemy with beams of sacred purifying energy.
Therefore, almost every Pretty Cure did not shy away from hand-to-hand combat. Rather, it was usually in close combat that these girls truly shone.
"This is really..."
After slapping aside Rikka's fist aimed at his face,