The slashes caused Roy to crash into the ground. He struggled out of the crater and says, with the help of an internal microphone, "What's the matter? Scared you out of your skin?" He maintained a confident attitude, but he knew things were not going well. When both he and Royce were bombarded with images of their home being unmade, he decided it was time to relent. 'Oi! Royce...I think we may be in a bit o' trouble. You maybe want to take a crack at it?' 'No. Neither one of us will be able to beat her alone. We need to work together.' Royce reasoned. Roy growled. 'And how do we do that?' Roy asked as he tried to prepare for another attack. 'Well...we need to use tranquil fury...I'm obviously the tranquil one, and your the furious one. So you be furious and I'll be tranquil and maybe that will work.' 'That's an awful plan...let's do it.'
Roy began building up all the violent emotions he could muster and focused on mixing and churning them up into a frenzy. Royce did likewise with all the tamer feelings he could think of. As they did this, the suit seemed to respond. One hand, the hand that wielded the ERB, began to glow a brilliant red while the opposite hand glowed with a pale yellow light. Both these grew in intensity till it was difficult to look directly at the suit.
Soon a magnificent beam of orange light fires at the Titan from Royce's suit.
