In the sky east of the Marine Dojo, flames, machine guns, grenades, and Flying Slashes lit up the night with a distinctly Middle Eastern flavor, straight out of Blue Star.
The Praying Hands were decidedly on the back foot as they fought their retreat against the Flame-Flame Fruit's mobility.
-Were these Praying Hands really this strong!?
The difference in mobility kept Momousagi from engaging the Praying Hands in close combat.
What she also didn't know was that she was the only person in this airspace being played. That skewed her impression of the battle somewhat.
-Whoosh-
A grenade traced a parabola, headed straight for the airspace Momousagi was about to pass through.
The timing was perfect.
-Boom!
The grenade detonated early, and its fragments and blast forced Momousagi to change direction with Geppo.
"Your Highness Bella-!"
That brief delay let the Praying Hands open up another small gap.
Just then, a figure like a flaming meteor swept in from high above and behind them.
Rather than pursuing in a straight line, Isabella used the Flame-Flame Fruit's superior mobility to vault "over" the Praying Hands squad in a bounding arc and intercept them from the front.
Her original wings of flame had become four "slender" fire tornadoes.
With elementalization eliminating any concern about shock waves or inertia, this rocket-assisted flight was no slower than Sephiroth skipping through the Planet Magnetic Field.
She circled around to the front right of the Praying Hands' formation. Her four fire-tornado "wings" danced wildly in the night wind.
Flames surged from her red, flame-shaped greatsword, forming a "fire plume"-a long, thin column of turbulent fire that seemed to slice open the night sky.
-Perfect!
Momousagi caught up from behind and realized she and the Flame Angel had sandwiched their enemies between them.
Her gaze locked precisely