>Then let's do this!
>Weave our Violet Lotus into Lily's attack at the proper moment, as strong as we can manage. This titan is a dire threat to everything and everyone we love and care about. No matter what it takes, we cannot allow it to continue.
>Magical Lily weaves her hands before her in an oddly stiff gesture then stabs her arms out forward and yells "Vernal Morning Light!"
>Magical White Rose joins her hands together, two fingers pointed up, and yells, "White Retainer's Flame!"
>To their voices you join yours, pointing your scepter at the monster above and intoning, "Violet Lotus: Realization of the Wanderings!"
>Lily's attack takes the form of a tree trunk sized column of purple energy interwoven with white, yellow and green lights, the color of new grass bathed in the morning sun. Around this cannonblast of power wraps your own soothing violet light and Rin's torrent of flame. The threefold power slams into the titan's chest, and the hulking monstrosity jerks backwards under the impact. It actually takes a step back as you pour your power into it. "It's working!" White Rose roars. "Keep it up!" The Empowered Light burrows into the titan's body and spreads out from the impact zone, eating away the thing's bruise-black form.
>And then the titan roars. Its head seems to split in the middle, and from this seam there emerges a second face. Lily screams at the sight. This face is a sick grey, the color of a corpse, and has only one eye, the giant orb glaring a malevolent green light. This face does have a mouth, which opens to reveal a nightmarish maw full of terrible teeth, sharp as needles, white as bone, thicker than a body, longer than a grown man. It is not the teeth, though, from which the titan's answer comes. Its throat glows for only a moment before unleashing a massive blast of energy at you and your comrades.
>Your Bulwark explodes under the impact, and the blast scatters you and your fellow Heroes, sending each of you flying. You yourself are blasted clear back into the treeline, striking one of the withered trees which turns to grey dust when you hit and fails to slow you more than a little, leaving you to roll violently another couple of feet before lodging against a live tree.