Pure chaos spun around them like a storm, each body a drop of rain caught in the vortex of tragedy and confusion. Ampere at least had the clarity to attend to her children, and by some grace of the gods they finally had the sensibility to heed her.

The moment of impending doom passed like an ocean's swell as all three children managed not to tangle themselves up with the Wildfire and the creature. Like any wave that break however, another would be swiftly behind it, granting just enough time to breathe before you were underwater again. Zero took that time to spin towards her, smoke a trail on his wing that curled her nostrils with distaste. "That's Mesec!" he pleaded, his words nonsensical beneath the thrum of her heartbeat and the shouting all around. That's Mesec some other part of her repeated, echoing the voice of her son.

She was abruptly aware that she was standing still, breathing hard and fast, and not just because she'd sprinted over. Wing beats overhead snapped her out of it, and she threw her head tot he side instinctively, blue eyes rolling up while beside her Zero was already, thankfully, corralling the girls the rest of the way to safety. She expected to see Kygo, but the parrot was terrified of everything that was happening and had flown to the safety of a nearby tree, his feathers shaking as their bond supplied her with an unhealthy dose of fear every so often. Who she saw instead was Lucius, and the sight of the roc sent another echoing stream of "It's Mesec!" through her conscious, only this time she actually heard it.

The realization ran like a hot jolt through her, causing her skin to crawl with a noticeable shudder. Muscles clenched so tight it hurt, Ampere spun on her haunches, her small body twisting easily and granting her for the first time a clear view of the fight raging on. Swaths of fire and shadow danced around each other as Gaucho and Mesec engaged, like the Sun and the Moon at war, light and dark, good and evil. Her stomach flopped into her throat, and she thought she'd find her legs had given out on her when she asked them to move, to run, but they didn't. Afraid of Gaucho's reputation on the battlefield, fearful of his fierce protective nature, unaware of his knowledge in who he faced, Ampere was sure the Wildfire would kill the Nightwind.

Her strides ate the ground as Ampere raced desperately towards the stallions, chaos melting away into an absolute focus with each stride. She set it against the beast perched upon the back of the inferno - it was like watching a solar eclipse - and with it she reached; not just with her limbs, or her voice, but with all that she had. Wading through his darkness like a pale glimmer of light, Ampere extended an unseen hand to haul the Moon's son from its depths, offering him what he had always given her.

If she could just grab Mesec, the true Mesec, then this would stop. So her ability set itself like teeth to pinch taut the electrical wire that connected his vein of magic, to collapse the beast back into the man he was. Yet, her focus, exact as it was, existed only briefly as the madness within and around her consumed her with palpable despair. It might not last the length of her attempt; she wasn't even sure if she could revert him. So she didn't stop, and threw everything at them in the hopes something would do the trick. Her momentum carried on as she flung her body at theirs, as she screamed, "IT'S MESEC!". It was all a hysterical need for them to stop, tortured by this physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.

[Ampere tried to block Mesec's shifting magic as she throws herself at them and shouts]