Azriel made distance between herself and Motz before speeding towards him to attack.

She threw an uppercut with her mechanical hand, intending to use the dial tech built into it to cause an explosion upon impact.

Motz: Hmph.

Leaning back, Motz raises his leg and lands a kick to her cheek.

Azriel:?!

Motz: Put your whole being into it.

Swinging his leg down, Motz generated momentum to slide back on his frosty shoes narrowly avoiding Azriel's spin to slash him with her wings.

(Cracrunch)

Her shins compressed like springs before popping back to normal.

Azriel, to the naked eye, teleported behind Motz who back flipped.

Motz: "Trenchfoot sonata: 3rd Movement"!!

Throwing a kick, Azriel leaned back as much as she could.

The foot narrowly avoided her face, sliding gently onto her chest like a plane landing on a strip.

Motz then used Azriel as a step to leap into the air.

Limbo master Azriel activated her wings, flying insanely fast across the floor, up the wall, and onto the ceiling to meet Motz.

Motz: "Trenchfoot sonata; 1st movement"!

Predicting her movements, Motz spin around and introduces Azriel to his right foot.

Thrown into a wall, the cyborg began to realize something was wrong with her body.

It was slowing down, and thanks to her temperature sensor she quickly realized why.

Her body was covered in ice. It was freezing.

Each hit that Motz landed, lowered her temperature and left it more and more frozen, slowing her down.

Motz: "Trenchfoot sonata; 2nd Movement"!

Azriel:!?

With a solid knee to her chin, Motz extended his leg to also kick her in the chin. The attack was powerful enough to blast her through the ceiling, out of the ship.

Leaping after her, Motz looked up at Azriel who was about to fall down.

Azriel:....

Motz:....

Azriel:(glares)

Motz:(blows kiss)

Azriel: Tch! Limit Breaker mode!!!

Motz:(smirks)

(Opening Theme)

Davy and Jade dashed through the ship, quickly coming across a semi-conscious Tiga and worried Metana.

Grabbing them both and throwing them over his shoulders, Davy continued to follow Jade.

Davy: Pretty sure the ship is crashing, so we have to get out.

Metana: But my sister!

Davy: The new guy is going to knock some sense into her.

Metana: Will Az be okay...?

Davy:...

Davy:(smiles) Don't worry.

(Elsewhere...)

Azriel's arms and legs began to compress and extend like pumps. Her skin turned pink-ish as her flesh began steaming and her metal glowed with heat.

Motz:!?

Feeling burning steel against his face, Motz still failed to see the Archangel, until he was sent flying.

Motz:(mind) So fast she doesn't appear after the peak of her attack!?!

Sent flying off the ship, Motz to an outsiders perspective bounced in different directions.

Flung across the sky like a pin ball in a machine.

His momentum came to a violent stop once Azriel grabbed Motz by the neck. Holding him in the air, above even the mega air ship, Azriel glared with anger.

Motz: So there is some emotion in you still.

Azriel:(glares)

Motz:(chokes)... Jokes on you...(Coughs)... I'm into this!

She drops him, almost instinctively.

That was her biggest mistake.

(Woosh)

Azriel:?

Vanishing from sight, Motz made Azriel look for the chief, eventually finding him floating behind her, by kicking the air every now and again to stay aloft.

Motz: Now that you've found some passion. Let me have a proper dance.

(Motz's Theme)

Motz: "Frostbite Sonata; 1st movement"!

Closing the distance, Motz landed a pure straight kick to her gut.

With the propulsion she had built in, the Archangel stopped herself from flying far, but that would turn to be

Motz: "2nd Movement!"!

Swinging his legs, Motz sent wave after wave of cold as ice air slashes.

Azriel:!?

Motz: "3rd Movement"!

Backflipping into a spin, Motz generated a tornado which he sent towards Azriel who began to realize, despite her raised body temperature, she was freezing up with every attack.

Flung towards Motz by the tornado, Azriel fell past the man who allowed himself to fall with her.

Motz: I know from experience... To break from his control... From his programming...

Motz: You must be faced with the hard truth. A truth that contradicts his view on the world.

Motz: In his eyes, he is sane. He is right and all others are wrong.

Motz: His way is right... Thus your transformation is "right".

Motz: I reminded you of rage, hold onto it to find your other emotions.

Motz: And with my "Final Movement", I will break the delusional you were put under.

(Woosh)

Motz: You've not been improved, you have been corrupted!

Azriel is sent flying away, spinning like a throwing star as ice in the shape of a giant snow flake completely incases her body.

Motz: Now comes the hardest part... Break through this... And you'll be able to carry on with your life much faster...

He watches as Kai's backup vessel swoops in to catch Azriel, and flies away. Knowing he wouldn't be able to catch up, Motz headed for the Wicked Wench.

Upon that marry ship, the Wanted Dead crew met back up.

Metana: You can fly?

Motz:(pulls out cigarette) No, just kick very hard.

Metana:...

Davy: You lost?

Motz:(shakes head)

Motz: Won, easily. Though she did land a few love taps.

Metana: What happened to her? Where's my sister?

Motz: Taken by Kai's escape ship. But you can rest somewhat easy...

Ruby: Our friend has been turned into a puppet... How can we even sleep at night?

Motz:(lights cigarette) Because she can be saved.

Crew:?

Motz: You see, I made her mad. Which means despite Kai's programming, she still has emotions, she still has something human in her.

Motz: There's hope. Of course... The sooner we find her the better her chances.

Victor, struggles to his feet.

Victor: Do we even know where she is?

Jade:(smiles) Babylon island...

The Helllord said as she caressed the ship's mast.

Jade: Davy-Baby's hunk of a grandfather said so himself... Kai caused trouble and has to report for judgment.

Motz: Yeah... He'll be going straight there to get his way.

Davy: Then that's where we're going.

Metana: Yeah!

Victor: I hate to rain on your parade, but Babylon island is the headquarters of the New World Government.

Victor: Breathing too close is a declaration of war.

Victor: I of course am 100% on board with burning it to the ground. But...

Victor: That has the most advanced weaponry, the largest number of soldiers, and the strongest of the strong there.

Victor: We need one of two things. A good plan or an army.

Jade: Fufuf~

Crew:?

Jade: Don't worry... The moment has been prepared for. It has simply been awaiting a date.

Davy: What are you talking about?

Jade: Say the word... And the Helllords shall bring about a storm to the New World Government.

Davy:....

Davy: Do it.

Jade:(smirks) Are you all ready to go to hell?

No one objected.

Jade:(mind) Finally... Our moment is here. It's time to raise hell!

To be continued....