When Haizea gives another look towards the Wizard, she'll see that there's now a weapon casually dangling from her grip. It's a massive hammer axe made of black metal: At one end one head a giant axe blade, the other side of the same end the head of a hammer. It's the sort of weapon you use when you can't decide if you want to smash or cleave.

But her grip on it is so strange, like a 90 year old recently admitted to the hospital promising to lift 400lbs. Not to mention that she was ?injured? and also a robot? What was up with that?

"I have a plan for him."

At the same time, the Protector finally pulls his blade back from the wall, swinging it down to his side. As he does, the wall starts to flicker and crack. From the center, where he'd stuck his blade, it begins to dissolve into ashes. The dissolving radiates outwards, disappearing. As this happens, the walls of the mirror box structure begin folding away. The Wizard's spell she'd cast is coming undone, the trick boxes they'd all been contained in are shrinking away.

It won't be long before nothing stands between anyone trying to kill anyone.