Victoria watched the battle go on from her perch. She watched the delicate manoeuvres between the two mages and smiled as her crystal arrows managed to disrupt the battle a lot more than she had hoped. She stood with one hand held firmly in front of her, the other pulled back as if holding a bowstring. Her magic circle was floating gently in front of her extended hand, ready to fire more arrows. She frowned at the scene, putting her arms down and dissipating the magic circle. Azrul was too close to the assailant for her to make a clear shot. She tried to think of other ways she could assist from this vantage point, but when the lightning mage disappeared from sight she cursed. He was going to run after all that. She frantically searched the surrounding area from her view at the top of building, before she spotted him slowly making his way down the far end of the street. Determined, she began to skate across the top of the buildings, creating a ramp of prism crystals off of the edge of the one at the furthest end of the block. She slid off the ramp and was propelled into the air above her target. Flying through the sky, she spun her body around and tucked her knees close to her chest. She would have flown straight over to the next block of not for a large, golden magic circle materialising behind her and forming a floating, crystal platform with the surface angled towards the ground. Her feet planted firmly on the platform, her momentum creating a large crack in it's surface. With a strong push, she sent herself flying down towards the street. Her platform shattered with a loud crash.

No doubt the lightning mage had heard the crash, but by the time he could react Victoria was already in front of him. She landed with a roll, her arm taking most of the fall for her. It stung, but she could ignore it for now. She stood to face her opponent, a magic circle gathering around her right hand just as she pulled it back behind her. An elongated, sword of crystals materialised around her finger tips. With a few quick slashing motions around her, she became used to the weight and feel of the weapon before holding it up to the mage. She felt a sudden chill. She was starting to push the limit on her magic power, but this didn't deter her. Azrul and this mage seemed to be in a worse off state anyway. Using the speed of her crystal skates, she dashed forward to deliver a quick jab straight to the chest of her assailant. The attack was merely a distraction. After seeing the fight with Azrul, she was certain that no direct attack like that would land on this man, even when he was weakened. As she was about to reach the mage, she quickly pulled her sword back and rolled to his right side, moving about a meter out of his grasp. Quickly turning to face him, she swiped her spare hand up and created a magic circle directly above him.
“Glitter Lance!” A much larger arrow of crystals fell from the sky towards him, crashing directly behind the man and sending out a wave of broken crystal and dust over them. The light of the sun, which had begun to peek out from behind the cloud of ashes as the rest of Fairy Tail put out the fires, reflected from the shards of crystal, creating hundreds of glimmering lights which would impair the vision of anyway caught within them.

Assuming her distraction had worked, Victoria would need to move quick. She stood up and spun around, bringing her hands close to her chest and sticking her elbows out to the side. She came to a sudden halt by firmly placing her right foot down in front of her and kneeling to the ground; her hands firmly pressed against the cold cobblestone. A magic circle formed underneath her palms, and a much large circle formed under the lightning mage.
“Prism Panorama!” At her words, she expended a large amount of magic power to summon form large, rigged shards of prism crystals to surround the lightning mage from all angles. The edges of these crystals were razor sharp, making movement inside of the trap very hard. Victoria panted as the dust began to clear from where the assailant was when she can tried to distract him; hoping to see that her efforts to ensnare him had worked.

Meanwhile, Jack sent another piece of stray debris flying away from Sasha as the last of the fires were being put out. He looked around the remnants of the house, finding a charred family portrait that could never be replaced. He turned to look at Sasha.
“I hope they didn't kill the guy that did this.” It was a rather odd thing to say. After the damage that was caused to their town, anyone would wish such a fate upon the person who committed the crime. “I'll be really pissed if I don't get to knock him around a little bit. I mean, Tori doesn't seem like the killing type to me. Although I don't know much about her. She never really talks to anyone. Ah crap Jack, you're babbling again.” He laughed, walking over to where Sasha was and patting her on the back firmly.
“Nice work here today. Nothing beats us requip mages, huh?” He walked out of the building, grabbing his shirt, which he had long since abandoned, on the way out. He pat the dust and ash off of it, sighing as he held up the completely ruined garment.
“Damn, I liked this shirt.” His hair and torso was completely covered in burns, ash, dirt and scratches. Despite that, you could still see the large, X-shaped scar that stretched down from his collarbone down to his waist.
“Come on Sasha, I don't hear any more lightning, so they must have dealt with the guy who did all of this. Let's go get cleaned up”