Ah. So this is what the full force of a High Fae's attack feels like, head on. It feels like swimming in lava. It feels like falling into the sun. It feels like flesh melting off of bones. He sees the attack coming, feels it ramping up, and all he can do is try and protect himself with a fiery aura of his own. If he can cancel out just a fraction of it--!

He hisses into the conflagration, "We.... are... the.... heroes! Of this story!!"

Plot armor or no, even with Rita's intervention, Zangetsu is blown back by the force of the explosion, charring his white skin black and scorching much of his clothing. He slams into the stands and lies there for a moment, broken. Ichigo's powerful energy contributions kicks his regeneration into high gear, but the feeling of his burnt skin so tight against him is agony. It's hard to move. It's almost impossible to breathe. But he croaks out more words anyway. He doesn't want to do this, he doesn't want to call on this memory.

But they would not survive another attack like that.

"Ghh.... the... the Dragon knew despair... hhh... He knew suffering. He'd... he'd been through worse bullshit than this! And if he had to suffer, so did his enemies!" Zangetsu calls to mind the drowned city that Ichigo had trapped himself in, trapped them ALL in with his sorrow. How that sorrow had permeated every aspect of his soul. "The heroes... hnrrrgh. The heroes would be spared the sea, but the ocean crashed in around the coliseum!"

There's a loud rumble from nearby, and then several thousand tons of icy cold water come crashing into the coliseum, filling it like some sort of horrible swirling swimming pool. The heroes will find themselves chilled, but able to breathe and move as normal

Ignatius and Strange? Not quite so lucky.

Now, don't mind Zangetsu as he flops over in the stands and lets his healing take precedence over everything else.