Phoenix watched from its place in the upper stratosphere. No, watched was a bad word to describe it. Phoenix simply knew what occurred, it could not see the images, but it knew what happened to its spirits, to its children.
As its children faded away, the mana which maintained their forms having dissipated, it watched as the woman friend called down lighting, and the sun friend launched a pointy stick, humans are always so cute with their toys, and bisected the woman friend.
Then he felt something, the hidden entity was reviled. Phoenix focused on- wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG, WRONG!
It was wrong, it should not be there, darkness, evil, cruelty, all of which flowed through it like how fire and life does for Phoenix.
And yet it was happy, so happy, excited, and joyful. It was wrong, that combination should not exist, and there should be hate, anger, SOMETHING NEGATIVE. But no, Phoenix had to simply look away, not able to comprehend such a thing. So wrong, it made Phoenix feel cold. It made a sun feel cold.
Phoenix looked away, trying to get away from the cold. The ones around the cold were better, they were dark, but the negativity was there, annoyance, anger, and other things. It could understand them. Phoenix once again felt warm, the cold having left its feathers, they were weird, but not like the cold, they were normal compared to the cold.
It focused once again on the fighting friends. Getting away from the group with the cold, the ones tied to the cold. Phoenix had to stop the fight, before the friends hurt each other. And so, from up in its spot in the upper stratosphere phoenix streamlined its body, and DOVE.
Igniting its wings to propel itself faster than could be followed, faster than it could with just its wings, it shattered sound and split the air around it. And then, in a moment Phoenix met the street between the friends.
The street broke and a shock-wave was sent out that shook the buildings. When the dust cleared Phoenix stood in the middle of the crater, the earth molten beneath it, with nay but a scratch. It stood between the two, its wings stretched out and its flames dancing around it forming a wall. Its intent was clear, to stop the combat.
Friends should not fight after all.