Krysta fell through the air, ready to land on her back. She struggled to grasp consciousness as she were seconds from fainting. Luckily Bria caught her, and she slowly glanced over to smile at her weakly, coughing reckless. She manages painful gasps, but then tries to cuddle into Bria, despite her brutally bruised face and throat. "A-Are you okay?"

Brianna was so relieved that her attack prevailed- it was no telling how her fate was to turn out due to Razura's overwhelming facilities. She looked down to Krysta, her eyes full of worry while helping her stand. She brought a hand to gently caress it across her cheek, her voice in panic, "Gurl don't worry about me! You shoulda' stayed where you were!"

Krysta shook her head, her voice hoarse, too cranky to form any real words. She quickly looks down at Bria's stomach, looking for any sign of blood- any evidence of being pierced.

Bria had no pierced cuts across her gut- it was just an indent of a formed fist, evidently from the spanish woman. She winces, trying to keep balance with Krysta.

After a moment of rubbing her face from the brief affliction, Razura recovers with a growl at the two girls before her. She despised the tender, love and care exchanged between Krysta and Bria.

Krysta sighs of relief despite reluctance and leans against Bria, linking an arm around hers affectionately.

"You two make me want to gag," Razura spat, her jaw slightly swollen.

"Yeah?! And so do you!" came a voice from afar.

Krysta held onto Bria's arm, looking up and around suddenly at the voice.

Bria paused at the random voice, her eyes painting around at the now odd environment. Her eyebrows furrow questioningly, her mind alert for possibly another threat.

Razura froze as well, eyeing Krysta and Bria one last time with a hostile gaze before cutting her glance short to gawk around. She asks in a smooth yet terrifying manner, "What is this?"

From a distance, there showed a red and white costume tracing a large built woman with jet black hair reaching down her shoulders. She was engulfed in a blue aura, slowly descending onto the ground from flight, softly touching it with a clack.

Krysta squeezes tighter around Bria's arm, looking from Mercy back up to her companion with surprise.

Blinking at the arrival of Mercy, Bria gazed at her almost incredulously, barely able to manage a "...Mercy?"

The newly upcomer barely phased Razura, "...Huh... red and white does suit you." She complimented with a musing expression, inspecting and admiring her looks.

"You're not funny, Danya." Mercy stated bluntly with a defiant look, "You're not getting away with this any fucking longer. I'm putting an end to this shit right now."

Glancing sidelong to her companion with a quirked eyebrow, Bria worded as if struck in surprise. "She... came..."

Krysta smiles briefly, unable to do so much with the pain from having a swelling bruise. She moves her fingers down to squeeze tightly at Bria's hand before letting go and staggering away, offering Brianna room to move.

"Hmph," Razura grunts, not discovering the bold attitude attractive, "Hostile, are we? Three fighters no matter! The fun has only yet to begin!" She glances between Mercy, Bria and then to Krysta smirking darkly.

Frowning, Bria balled her fists tightly. It seemed her courage began to gather once her rival entered the battlefield- it only gave her a reason to intensify greatly. "Gurl yo ass is toast! Ima' chew you up."

Mercy stared across at the woman angrily, compressing her jaw with displeasure, the wind blowing as her hair flies to the side.

The blonde woman sagged and leant against the wall, still cringing from the hard impact with the lamp post. She dropped her precious sketch pad down and rubs at her crushed throat, looking between the women nervously.

"Oh Brianna, such pathetic threats! I expected better from you!" Razura shot a devilish grin over at the dreadlocked female before looking over to Mercy. "Perhaps this will be the best night of my entire life. Not only will I kill you both, including the blondie puta... but I will slit the throats of your dear loved ones! And then the world!"

Krysta pulled her eye down, poking her tongue out tauntingly when Danya calls her a puta.

"You're not touching my baby sister!" Mercy yelled out to Danya, her demeanor enraged. With that, she bursts passed Krysta, driving a fist back behind as she were ready to bash it into Razura's dome.

"Krysta is MINE, bitch!" Bria also leapt into the air with her acrobatic skills, adrenaline rushing into her- quivering at the image of her Krysta being pierced alive.