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Sam watched from above, keeping careful watch on the fight should Alexia need assistance. Even at this distance, he felt shivers tremor down his body from the music. "One thing about Ancients is that their powers can be anything across a wide spectrum. Some hone their abilities to sheer mastery, others expand their talents into other areas, using their powers to become more adept at tasks of their choosing. I can't say I've seen her do this before, but I have seen things similar, though not on this scale, and I'm very glad to not be on the receiving end. Music can have...rather dramatic effects on a soul, by the time you listen to it, it's too late if you're unprepared." he stated.

He felt the urge to jump in, waiting for the right time to do so should Alexia require assistance. The element of surprise can be the difference between victory and defeat, especially with Mira's sheer arsenal. He started prepping, taking off his cloak the showed runic tattoos all over his body. They glowed for a brief moment before the his armor appeared on him. He rolled his arms and stretched to make sure the armor was on right. He drew his sword and opened his shield, ensuring it functioned properly before collapsing it. As a final bit of preparation, he coated his blade in a sedative, hoping that if he managed to nick her flesh, it'd slow her down.

Brea's eyes narrowed on Sam arming up, looking between him and Holo. "And what do you intend to do?" she asked, her guards quietly raising their weapons and pointed them at Sam.

"I'd rather not make enemies with the only potential ally we have to clean up Alexia's mess, but I'm sure you can see with the chaos below, I'd rather be ready to defend myself." he stated, sliding his sword behind his back. He slid on his helmet and his visor lit up with the usual HUD, motion tracker, basic life signs and hostile contact markers. "My main goals are to support Alexia, ensure our foxy merchant and her property comes out unharmed, and make sure you have a chance to talk with Alexia." As of that moment, Brea and her guards were marked as 'cautious'. He wasn't going to reveal his dragon form here if he could help it. If he did however, many would put the blame on dragons corrupting the goddess to attack, and that would open a different can of worms entirely, and he'd probably get an earful from Alexia afterwards.

He saw the charged up attack aimed for Alexia and quickly warped, vanishing from their high vantage point to right next to Mira. "Lets not get too excited now." he growled through his mask, sending a jolt of his power into the sword to send its energy balance awry and caused it to explode. He quickly raised his shield as a fist sent him hard into the ground, crushing the rubble beneath, he softened the blow as much as he could, but he felt his power getting restricted "Damn...tech..." he grunted.

He warped again it taking a few more seconds than usual as he was pummeled into the ground before he reappeared in front of Alexia, his arm numb from the beating it took. He had been studying the technology of many worlds, and with the amount of energy Mira had been putting into the sword, something that would set it off balance would be much easier than blocking it. "Go ahead and try that again darling, no harm in it." he teased, trying to get Mira off balance as much as possible. He had just barely dodged her grab, showing she had extensive training with her powers and technology. Just was Mira was about to unleash another attack, Sam was starting to feel Alexia's music seep into him "Music's helluva drug it seems." he said, rushing Mira just as Mira rushed them. From the start he was on his toes, resorting to a more mobile form of fighting and relying on rolling with the punches, and he was rolling very, very hard. "Alexia, if you could focus your music more on me than her, I'd appreciate it." he grunted, his armor and dampened powers only doing so much. He managed to slip his blade in between her armor, feeling his tip pierce into her flesh before he got slammed into the ground with a banshee's scream. "Hope the sedative works..." he thought.