At first, there was nothing but cold, practiced, and almost desperate restraint. Then, a challenge rang out in her mind, thoughts not her own, and that veneer cracked.
Even as electricity crackled through the cables, Aria twisted them around her arms, locking them in a grip of her own. Her eyes burned a bright gold, and that grip tightened, tightened, tightened, more than corporeal as it threatened to tear the radiance from Brisa herself. But before that could happen, Aria glanced up, meeting her gaze. Her grasp faltered... but she didn't, a tiny smirk forming on her face.
"Brace yourself."
With a muted roar, she yanked the luxray off her feet and closer to herself, before rearing her head back and slamming it down onto Brisa's. No special tricks, no hesitation, just raw strength and a particularly thick skull.