Meira stared Ifrit down with an intense glare. With two great powers present, the mixture of hot and cold in the air was beginning to cause a bit of humidity, fog rose and began to obscure a lot of the temple, it was needless to say that the conditions in here had suddenly almost unbearable. Part of her wanted to help him return to where he belonged, but the other side of her wanted nothing but destruction. The smell of blood was driving her instincts wild. She might have had a calming aura around her, but she was not created to be peaceful at all. Shiva had possessed a lot of those qualities, and most of them lived on in Meira, it was sad that experiments had messed her up. Maybe she would have been a lot kinder. This was what happens when humans tamper with things that are best left untouched.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted to the one who had called out for her help. She simply gave a nod. They seemed to be in rough shape, covered in wounds that Ifrit had inflicted to them. There was also another presence in the room, one that sent chills down her spine. It filled her with the desire to cause destruction, to kill everyone here, but somehow she managed not to give in. She had her own desires to kill which she would not allow to become manipulated. It might have been similar, revenge against those who caused this, perhaps she should have given in easily, but… no… Meira was different. Seeing the shadow behind Ifrit, she now knew why she had been called here in the first place; she was to destroy it. Unfortunately that meant she had to kill Ifrit as well. It had to be done, even if she did not want to do it.<br/><br/>Even if she could not, hopefully she could by them some time to escape.<br/><br/>One thing was for certain, this was not going to be an easy fight but Meira just had to try. There was something urging her to help them. Perhaps it was part of that revenge that fueled her, or her desire to unleash some more pent up energy. She lunged for Ifrit, the woman who had asked for her help on her mind, leaping onto his back. Ifrit let out a mighty roar, flames spouting from his mouth, his saliva melting some of the already hot floor. She held onto his horns for dear life with a firm grasp.  No matter how hard he tried to shake her off, she held, even when he slammed her against the wall, looking to crush her, she did not flinch. That didn’t mean he had not damaged her. She was sure that he had damaged her ribs as he dug his horns into her.<br/><br/>Meira grabbed him by the horns and threw him aside to get free. The action didn’t even seem to faze him, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he was so strong. Naturally, she wondered if there was some evil Summoner standing around in the shadows. Or perhaps there was someone looking to steal Ifrit and destroy Kilika Temple like they had done Shiva. That thought angered her even more. But that was not the case…<br/><br/>Something else was there, she was sure of that. She didn’t actually see the shadow behind Ifrit until the firey beast came at her again. There was a shadow there, something she did not recognize…