Yuya watches, listens as everyone else pleads with her. Sees her thrash, and it breaks his heart the pain she's in.

Yuya takes a breath to steel himself, then drops his shield and walks forward. Quickly, until he reaches into just the point of view. Then he stops, no sudden movements, and looks up at her.

He crouches, putting his staff down, disarming himself before taking a step closer.

"Ringmaster." Another step. Slow, steady, with his hand ourstretched. He doesn't shout, doesn't rush, doesn't want to startle her. He'll move as slow as he has to.

His fingertips start to glow faintly white as he channels the aspect of Creation left inside him.