[She's in the middle of a pit of zombies when someone calls to her. No words, just a glad cry ringing above the snarls and squelching of diseased flesh. And then the horde around her is dwindling in two directions, some sliced down by Lulubell and some chewed and torn apart by a purple-tinted cloud of flashing, pointed wings.
Tyki himself is riding a cheerful wave of adrenaline as he waves in the mire. He took his gloves off long ago and he's amusing himself trying to tear enemies apart with his bare hands. What with his Noah strength, it's not going too badly, either.]
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Tyki himself is riding a cheerful wave of adrenaline as he waves in the mire. He took his gloves off long ago and he's amusing himself trying to tear enemies apart with his bare hands. What with his Noah strength, it's not going too badly, either.]