Guh! Buh! Nnn! GnNnngngngngngngngnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn[i]gh~![/i]

Do you, dear kitty on the wall, have any idea how hard it is find real and actual fans down here? Not a victim, not a curious bystander lured over by the sultry tones washing over the hills ten miles away, not an agency plant, but a F A N! Someone who'll buy merch! Someone who'll take your side in a stupid legal battle that you initiated on bad information, even (especially!) when you're objectively in the wrong! Someone who's one sad, pathetic day away from making you their entire personality! 

A fan, a fan, a fan!!! That's two letter off from a stan! That's getting to be called somebody's "bias" is what that is! That's what just gotten eaten by that cutesy-wutesy lazy pretend-innocent layabout [i]jerk![/i] Rarer and more precious than gemstones! GnnNGNGNGNGNnnnAAaah!

Already, Liz can feel the weight of the Command Seal pressing down on her entire body. She's 'poof'ed back into her normal form, having not even noticed it through how busy stomping her foot and making cute dragon pouting noises is keeping her right now. It doesn't matter. What matters is that her mic stand is as sharp as it's ever been. The other thing that matters is the order screaming DO NOT KILL EACH OTHER screaming inside of her skull. 

DO NOT KILL EACH OTHER
DO NOT GET DISTRACTED
DO NOT LEAVE

Yeah, well! Glow red and bind her all you want, you stupid seals! Some things are more important than following rules! She flies forward on wings of glittering pink and starlight wishes and buries her weapon deep in Oroboros' side. Enough to hurt. Enough to hurt a [i]lot[/i] when she twists it free. Nowhere near enough to kill. And just the once, ok? That's hardly a distraction no matter who's keeping track. And kicking her doesn't do any good and you darn well know it.

"Give her back! Spit her out right now, that was MINE! I hate you! I hate you so much you useless, sleepy worm! Show up when you're wanted for once in your life!"

This is pointless. All of it is completely pointless. A spiritron body can't dramatically climb back out of a dragon's stomach, and even if it could this loser would never have it in her to make the attempt. They break down into magical energy the moment they've been defeated and then that's all there is. Nothing short of a full re-summoning would return Lancer, and that without her memories. So it's pointless. But Liz hefts her weapon to stab her partner again anyway, and only the weight of three Command Seals in concert pushes it back town.

She turns reluctantly on her heels. It's like being dragged away. Well. She got her point across anyway right? Tch. She doesn't turn her head or make any effort at all to pay attention to anything other than the stage she's being pulled back towards.

"...Try it again and I kill you next time. Orders or no."

Luckily, hatred and revenge only ever flow in one direction, and blood letting is a victimless crime. That's why the life of Elizabeth Bathory turned out so well the first time!