Panther rolls to her feet, and leaps in. She's got to keep Kamoshida from bringing the roof down on their heads. 

"Carmen!" She yells, tearing her mask off. "The wineglass!"

"With pleasure, corazon."

Carmen steps in front of her Thief and plucks her cigar from her lips, then sings one three-syllable word at an absolutely piercing volume and pitch.

"Fuuueeeeeeeeegoooooo~"

The wineglass vibrates harder and harder, then shatters on the second syllable, shards spraying across the room. Most of them hit Kamoshida, a few hit the cognitive duplicate of Ann, and some catch Panther, Paladin, and Mona.

On the third syllable, the falling wine ignites, burning cognitive Ann to ash, and charring Kamoshida's hand.

"Aaagh! You bitch!"

Ann shields her face, and dances backwards away from the glass-strewn floor. Her arm and shoulder are cut up, but she's still moving: she harries Kamoshida with her whip, striking and dodging as fast as she can.

Joker pops her head out from behind her pillar, and catches a glimpse of a high balcony near Kamoshida's head. She looks back at Skull. "Skull, the balcony — try and grab the bastard's crown, we'll keep him distracted." 

She leaps from behind the pillar and rips her mask from her face. "Julie!"

Skull nods and darts back toward another column, trying to get out of sight.

Julie's crimson duelist form reappears in a burst of cursefire.

"He shall feel our wrath, moitié!"

Blue-black flames dance along Kamoshida's left shoulder, leaving poisoned black veins where they pass.

Paladin stares, aghast, looking between the burnt up fake Ann and the newly-injured real one. 

She turns to glare at Kamoshida, ducks a swing of his knife, and then dives forward into a roll under a stab of his fork, thrusting her spear upward to pierce his wrist.

"You bastard!"

Joker closes to support her team, dagger drawn, and strikes at Kamoshida's flank, trying to draw his attention from the injured Panther.

As Joker comes in, Panther dances back, grabbing at her pocket with her bloodied hand for the pills Akira gave her — but then she has to roll to the side to dodge another swing of Kamoshida's knife, and they scatter out across the floor, out of her reach. 

Mona dives close to Ann. "I've got you."

They tear off their mask to summon Zorro, and a swirl of green sparkles dance around each Thief, pushing out splinters and closing wounds.

Shadow Kamoshida cracks his riding crop against the ground in rage. "Hit them, slaves!"

A storm of high-speed volleyballs flies toward the Thieves, but it mostly misses them, pelting the ground nearby.

"You good-for-nothing idiots!"

"They want you to lose, moron!" 

Joker ducks in close and rakes her dagger along Kamoshida's thigh. Though the blade's small compared to him, she knows just how much it hurts.

Meanwhile, Panther grins at Mona. "Thanks for the save!"

"Anytime, Panther!"

They use a gust of Zorro's wind to blow another barrage of volleyballs off course.

Paladin tears her mask free and shouts for Bradamante.

"Scour him!"

Let justice reign! 

Bradamante blasts Kamoshida with holy light, spearing deep into his demonic flesh and leaving it sizzling and bubbling. 

He roars in pain. Black veins spread from Joker's slash, and his flesh is charred where Paladin's light burned him.

"Rrraaaaagh! Slave! Bring me my ball for my killshot!"

A bruised-up boy in a Shujin Academy uniform comes forward with a volleyball in his hands. 

"Here it is King Kamoshida, sir!" 

Wait, there's someone else in here Kamoshida cares about enough to have an image of?

Fuck, she must have missed a major victim —

Joker misses her dodge against a swipe of Kamoshida's knife. It catches her across the ribs and flings her into the side wall of the room, leaving a deep cut across her chest and heavy bruises all over her body. 

Joker fumbles for her pills, and swallows one, but it's not nearly enough to undo all the damage. 

Despite the pain, she forces herself to her feet —

The bruised student throws the volleyball high into the air, ready for Kamoshida to spike it —

Kamoshida leaps into the air, arm stretched high.

Oh shit. She knows that spike. She dives in front and tears off her mask.

"BRADAMANTE!"

Bradamante forms in front of her and Joker, arms locked together in an impenetrable shield, holy light shimmering off her in layers upon layers of protection.