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get back, you're not her, I saw her die, GET BACK!> his voice screamed within their minds. He fell to his knees, one hand on the ground and the other on his forehead. "GET BACK!" he roared, a blast of fire emerging from every exposed area of skin on him, evaporating the water but passing around Terpsichore regardless of his knowledge of her nature.

Crap, crapcrapcrapcrapdamn, Siber thought as Joe slid out of his avatar-esque state. "Um... is there any way you could bring down air from the ionosphere to cool down the air around those two enough that the water will reform and that electricity can flow through the water enough so it can hit Abaddon?"
There was no way Siber could double-summon with a seventh-level, even here, even with the gateway to Hell wide open. He didn't have any gadgets on his person... they needed Kayla. Or Paul, or Alan.
Terpsichore was keeping her composure remarkably well, siphoning off steam into the air around her and sucking in water in the form of vapor. Siber thought for a few moments. The water mains...
"Joe!" He lowered his voice, backing away and looking for a manhole. There was one! Hopefully, the move over to Crossover had been complete enough that the water pipes below the city still did their job. He ran towards it. "Help me take this off! She needs cold water, and then you can go berserk again and take him down."

"Umm..." Siber really wasn't sure what the best course of action was. Terpsichore eyed the manhole hungrily when she saw it was successfully unscrewed, but most of her attention seemed to be diverted dealing with Abaddon's odd rage.
"Well, at the very least, be ready to unleash some lightning if we ever get the water around him. A solid blast won't hurt him, apparently, so we need something that'll really knock him for loop; something to fry his whole body, if we can do it. That's why it would be good to get him wet." I think.
Keldan murmured, thinking.
"Jonathan Helmsborough," Terpsichore said, still with his past lover's face, "Why am I not here? Why are we not together?" As if she was reminding him. But she was just buying time.
"Joe, see if you can bring up the water from down there and just blast Abaddon with it. Once it's within reach, Terpsichore ought to be able to take over and inundate him. The instant water touches him, she can draw it out of his body to establish a viable connection. Then you hit him with the electricity. I think that'll work."
Now, Siber just had to sit back and hope the whole thing worked. And keep an eye out for tricks from Helmsborough, but that was a given.

With a grin, Joe raised his arms slowly, as though struggling with a heavy burden. Soon, he was twisting them and waving them through a complex pattern. The water raised itself from the manhole, like a tired snake.
Joe's dance ended with a sudden two-handed thrust at Helmsborough. The water blasted forward with a sudden burst of speed, gushing around and over Helmsborough. With a final bit of magic, Joe made sure that it stayed in place.
Then, he felt his Avatar state slide slowly away as he gathered his power for lightning once again.

Terpsichore kept the water in place around Helmsborough so that it formed a sphere. At the same time, she said, through the water, "Why didn't you stop them? Why were you unable to save me?"
Time for some science, thought Siber. As the pressure on water increases, its capacity to be vaporized decreases. Terpsichore, being as close to a water god as we're going to get, can provide plenty a restriction on volume, that is, pressure. Even so, it's a strain on her, so I can channel her some extra energy. Joe can fire his lightning at any time, as long as he maintains a steady stream for at least a second. She'll take the time then to force the pressure high enough to achieve a touch, which, given the close proximity, might not even be necessary if he's hit hard enough.
He paused for a moment. Terpsichore, did you get all that?
I already knew 'all that.'
Of course, m'lady. I did not mean to offend.
Siber spoke in a fierce whisper, knowing the water barrier would muffle his words to Helmsborough's ears. "Hit him now, Joe! Kill him until he's dead!"

((I like this epic fight. It's epic.

Paul's fight? Not quite so epic, but rather pleasantly gritty.))

The dragons ceased to breathe fire upon Helmsborough. They circled in the air, glaring at the combatants. The lightning that had been directed at them was the lightning that had turned on Joe, as an electric attack on a flying creature was essentially useless.

The metal man spasmed as he received both his and Helmsborough's shocks, throwing Helmsborough to the ground.

"Avatar Jonathan Helmsborough," the metal man irately intoned, "If you do not soon resume combat, Abaddon may need to find a new Avatar. What is your malfunction?"

"She's dead, she's dead, she's dead..." the avatar repeated, over and over.

Joe cracked his neck as he stepped forward. "Hey now," he said loudly at the metallic man. "Back off of him, OK? He's having some trouble, so it would be wise to back off! Besides, this is our fight!" He stopped a few meters away. "Seriously, leave him alone."
Joe looked ready for a fight. A noble stance, to defend one's enemies from those who would probably try to hurt them. Perhaps Joe's natural response, or perhaps an urge to protect the honor of their fight.
Or perhaps Joe's facade of a simple, honorable person wasn't as different from Siber as he thought. Surely, Joe's motives were driven by an urge for satisfaction for every side, and so "goodness," but beneath it all ran deep self-preservation. If he could perhaps sway Helmsborough, he'd be one hell of an ally.
Joe's hands lit up as he prepared his own avatar state for combat.