Tura struggled against his natural inclinations as a fireball cage appeared around them. He had just escaped from a cage. Now, where hope lay, he was in another one. The only thing keeping Tura from collapsing into a pile of useless protoplasm was his sister. Tii's lips were peeled back. Her skin was pulsing with the energy of change - not that it was possible at the moment. Tura could feel her desire to protect him. There was a bit of alpha dominance assertion but mostly it was protecting him. The masculine twin felt the need to step up. It wouldn't be easy. He'd been pushed down all his life. Feminine lifeforms were the dominant gender of their clan.
A brightening of Tii's arm forced Tii's hand. The design appearing upon her arm was that of their lineage. An ability that would drain both their energy and their lifeforce - each of which they had little of. Tura laid a hand on his sister's arm. "My lord Mizune! The answers to your questions are not simple!" The tremble Tura had forced down returned with the appearance of a female. It took all his willpower to ignore her. There was a male but he seemed more irritated with the situation. Not someone to look to for help here. "We come for refuge, fun and eventually, revenge. I am Turashi, former male consort of her majesty, Saphira Brightscale, fourth of her name, third heir to the title of the quintessential matriarch of the dark stars, slayer of Gourand the Bloodfist, builder of the sapphire peaks, and granddaughter of Dark Star Matriarch Akarui Sukēru, long may she reign!" He bowed as was proper.
Having taken enough time for himself, Tura stepped aside to present his sister. His adherence to the proper way of conduct seemed to have calmed his sister. She stood regally as presented - as regally as one might being soaked and barely clothed. "This is my sister, Tiisha, first of her name, Matriarch of the First Moon, twenty-third heir to the Empress, defeater of the Honoured Champion, slayer of Matriarch Kasai, Breaker of Chains, Widow of consort two four six oh one, and Leader of the Imperial Artillery Battalion. Tii inclined her head as she was announced. She stepped toward the flame, holding her hand out to it. Despite the blistering of her skin, Tii smiled.
"You'll find we're much harder to kill than you think, darling. Oh, and don't worry about the mess, dear. There won't be any." Tii wrinkled her nose playfully at the man with the duffle bag. Tura raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on his sister's antics. Who she flirted or slept with was her business. "We'd be glad to rid the world of law as well. Provided there is one law, one organization, one beast of a country we can eventually get our revenge on." Tii's eyes had hardened from a soft twinkle to gems. "Our clan has stood for too long, atop its archaic rules and outdated laws. So long as it is brought crashing to the ground, I don't care what measures we must take to ensure it is so." Tii stuck her hand into the fire. The skin burnt off quickly. The muscle soon followed. Tura glanced at his sister. What did she hope to accomplish?
Once Tii's hand was completely burnt off, she withdrew her arm. A blue wisp hovered at the end of her stump. In seconds, the hand reappeared. Tii wriggled her fingers in Cirven's direction. "Is that acceptable to you, Devil King?" She snapped her fingers at Tura. He furrowed his brow but did as she asked. His body transformed, swirling about itself to reconfigure. When he was finished, Tura appeared to be an exact replica of Cirven. Snap! The man with the duffle bag. Snap! The blonde female standing outside the cage. Snap, Snap! Tura transformed into a long blue coloured dragon, curled within the interior of the cage. His head rested near his sister. Tii gently stroked his mane. Her eyes never left Cirven. "Besides, I'm sure there are a few of our skills that might prove useful in tearing down the establishments of the world."