"Uh, Ladybug, any time now!"
Ladybug's eyes darted around the area frantically, trying to figure out what in the world Tikki was thinking when she gave her a large copper pot for her lucky charm. "Patience is a vir-tue," she sing-songed, biting her lip anxiously.
Chat looked over the balcony at the horde of possessed Parisians pouring through the newly breached doors, and then back at his partner. "Not right now, it isn't!"
"You're not help-ing…" She glanced at her partner again, back at the fountain in the vestibule, and then to his baton, and it finally clicked. "I've got it! Help me get past the minions, and then have your baton ready!"
Chat nodded, and as always, he seemed to know exactly what to do to help. He laced his fingers together and crouched down in front of the balcony as Ladybug backed up to get a running start. "Ready when you are, my Lady."
She nodded and sprinted forward, placing her foot in the cradle of Chat's linked hands and leaping as Chat propelled her forward. She flew through the air with a forward somersault, over the heads of the zombie-like mob, and landed in a graceful crouch on the statue in the middle of the fountain. From there, she looped her yoyo around a steel cross beam near the edge of the very modern vestibule, and leapt the rest of the way to drop her pot over the head of the akuma who called himself, very simply, The Mummy. She landed in a crouch nearby, and watched as Chat Noir, who had followed close on her heels, brought his extended baton down on the pot with a resounding clang.
The reverberating sound left the Mummy so disoriented that he lost control of his horde and stood dazedly as Ladybugh calmly yanked the ankh pendant from around his neck and snapped it in half, freeing the violent purple butterfly. "No more evildoing for you, little akuma," she cried, swinging her yoyo and capturing the akuma with practiced ease. "Time to de-evilize!" She released the purified butterfly with a smile. "Bye bye, little butterfly," she cooed, then looked to her partner with a satisfied nod. "Take that, Hawkmoth!"
"I guess that's a wrap," he quipped, grinning back at her, and in the midst of dozens of very confused Parisians, held his fist out for their customary fist bump.
She rolled her eyes at the pun, but smiled and met his fist with her own.
"Pound it!"