In Chrom's mind, Lailah had done more than enough. For once in his blessed stay on this world, at long last, he was not on fire. Moreover, he wasn't even as damaged as the others might be so long as the Fire Seraphim had linked her power to his.

Still, whatever he experienced, she likely felt as well, so he braced himself with a brief Cura spell to make sure his partner was unharmed.

He wanted to ask her if she was all right, but after hearing her voice, he nodded once in silent determination.

"Right," he agreed, shifting his stance. The melding of Falchion with the entirety of his right arm was flickering with Lailah's flames. Though he was hesitant to use her true name, knowing the weight that it carried, it seemed like there was no better time, and no better cause. Garland had to be stopped. "Together, then! Guide my blade, Fethmus Mioma!" Even as he said it, he felt the purity of their bond grow that much brighter, and the flames on his sword burned like an inferno.

Chrom leaped at Chaos, a primal shout tearing out of his throat as he swung the massive flaming blade with quick flowing strokes. The tattered and singed cloak billowed out behind him with his powerful movements as metal sang out against metal.