Lyre watched as she battled with Syron, sort of amused... And a little turned on. Syron dodged her fist, and latched on to the gauntlet, then used it to drag her forward, as he ripped of the gauntlet. He watched her skid along on her chest plate, and he waited until she was looking at him to drop the gauntlet, and step on it, dropping his full weight and strength down on it, and crushed it under his paw. A small smirk crept across his face, then slowly began moving towards her.