Asriel floats above the ground. He can't do this very well, and it shows. His foot bumps into Pidge, and this causes him to start spinning and flailing as he careens across the battlefield. He manages to steady himself by hooking a foot around Tyzias' horn as he approaches Kuja, who is currently beating the everloving snot out of his sibling. Asriel sinks down, and leaps off the ground with all his strength, floating up towards Kuja before he can rubberband back downwards as his attempt to beat gravity reminds him how tough the competition is.

Still, with enough of a push, he knows he can make it. Soaring suddenly up just in front of Kuja, between him and Frisk, Asriel's bare hand comes out from the side to slap Kuja across the face. "SNAP

> Time Compression (Kuja | Single Target)
Fully revert Kuja to the state he was in immediately before the start of the battle, erasing buffs and debuffs.

OUT OF IT, MAN!" Asriel shouts, putting a hand on Kuja's shoulder--more to actually keep himself airborne than any actual forceful gesture--having shoved as much bullsh time power into Kuja as he is physically capable of.

"You're having a relapse, and it's her handiwork! This woman's gotten inside your head and is trying to get you to kill everyone! The real you is an egotistical petty bastard, but you're our egotistical petty bastard! We got another chance, man, don't let someone else steal it from you!"

"Look, in a few moments she's going to blast everyone with a magic explosion, and you know I'm not good enough at this to make that reflection shield. We need you to help us, Kuja, you and your crazy death explosions and everything-proof shields! No wonder she decided to mess with your mind, you can screw up her plans and fix everything!"

What was his name? Kuja's Frisk. Zidane, right? He had a surname, too, didn't he.

"Are you going to let a megalomaniacal world-destroying b control you, or are you going to fight for the life that he gave to you, Kuja Tribal??"