Meta saw what was about to happen before it did, but was too late to react. The metal armor he was clad in turned to dust, revealing the weakling whithin. The hallowed blade in his hands trembled, before being snatched up and snapped in half. The person responsible, none other than Bubby, held the small creature by his chest before enveloping his body in flame, ruthlessly walking away and gazing apon the three she had destroyed so brutally.