The smashers arrived at Lysandre Café and burst through the door. "Prepare for defeat, leader of Team Flare!" Togetic cried angrily, anger flaring in his beady black eyes.
Lysandre turned around in his chair and glared at the small group. His intense blue eyes were hard to read. He turned to a large cloth covering something, and ripped off said cloth, revealing an unconscious angel with gashes all over his wings locked inside the cage. "Looking for someone?" he asked rhetorically,
"Trust me when I say, you do not want to know," Palutena retaliated, her staff at the ready. She looked over at the cage, seemingly concentrating, and then fired a burst of energy from her staff to Dark Pit, which helped him regain his senses. Lysandre smirked and cackled maliciously, then pulled out a small gun filled with even smaller pellets. He showed one to the heroes and started to speak.
"This pellet is filled with the blood of Yveltal. When someone comes into contact with this liquid, they'll lose all control almost immediately." He shot a pellet at Dark Pit's wing to prove his point. "This liquid will make people go totally haywire, and there's no snapping them out of it!"
Pit was devastated by the news. He dashed to his clone's side and grasped his shoulder, then started shaking him vigorously, sounding panicked. "Pittoo, please! Snap out of it!" By this time Lysandre was gone, and everyone started pondering methods for getting the dark angel back to normal. Finally Palutena came up with a solution, and walked up to the angel, who was struggling to keep his control. "Lady Palutena, what are you doing?" Pit asked worriedly, trying to hold Dark Pit down.
"Trust me on this, Pit." She touched her staff to her pendant, which made it glow bright magenta, then firmly grasped Dark Pit's hand in her own. Instantly he lost the shadowy tint in his eyes, and collapsed into a loss of consciousness.