And, having found some other place to transform, Nova Pandora rushes in, hair a natural green, eyes a vibrant purple, dressed in form-fitting clothing that makes them look like they walked right out of a cyberpunk rave. Their sword, black metal with glowing blue lines snaking up the blade, is ready at their side, and their boots hit the floor heavily as they get back to where the action was.

"Bindin—" they start, but it descends into mumbles as they slow down and come to a stop. The other Nova Knight absolutely had it handled, huh? This thing's head is flat now. And the floor is broken, which will eventually be its own problem, but they'll just have to... uh. Well, they aren't going to think about how to resolve that yet.

Nova Pandora laughs in relief and runs a gloved hand through their hair. "I followed the sound of the crystal here, but it looks like you have it covered. My mistake."