Yoshimitsu's threw his arms around himself, quickly summoning Bahamut's ghostly form as a shield, pulling his swords out as he did so. With a flash, it once again looked like Bahamut was coiling himself around the masked teenager, protecting him from harm. It wasn't nearly as effective as it should have been, and at least a third of the ice needles penetrated his defense, opening cuts all over his body. Acting on impulse, he spun round, slashing with both swords, each blade releasing a wave of gold and blue flames that stopped the ice, for now at least. As fast as he could with his strength still not returned yet, he looked up to see what Database was doing.
"Your bravado is admirable, but you are weaker than you claim."
"Oh shit..." Yoshimitsu thought to himself. The sound of someone who was definitely not the cyborg talking was more than slightly troubling. However, what was more troubling was the fact that Database was launching his next attack. He vaguely heard Database's war cry, but the beam that was now firing at him at lightning speed was his primary concern. Again, acting on instinct, he threw up a barrier in front of him and crossed his swords, bracing for the attack. There was no chance to dodge, he'd just have to try to stop it.
The beam hit. Hard. Yoshimitsu felt himself, in his protective bubble, being forced into the pillar below him, the rock cracking and flying up around him. The beam was strong. Yoshimitsu could feel sweat on his brow, on his arms which were straining to support the barrier, and all the while he was being pushed further and further into the pillar that was exploding around him. Screwing up his face with the effort it was costing to maintain the barrier, Yoshimitsu tried to think of how to deflect or avoid the attack.
Too late. He saw the barrier crack, and before he had any time to do anything about it, the beam smashed right into him, throwing him into the rapidly-breaking pillar.
Once the beam was called off, Yoshimitsu dragged himself to his feet. There was a large gash in his head, blood spilling freely the side of his face without the mask. Bahamut had vanished, but had thankfully taken the brunt of the attack. Most of his torso was burned severely, and his left arm looked to be missing most of its skin. He closed his eyes, concentrating briefly, and suddenly he was covered in a green glow.
Slowly, the cut on his head knitted itself together, not healing it completely but scabbing over so that no more blood could obscure his vision. His arm was his primary concern anyway, and he put most of his healing energy into that, restoring his skin as much as he could. It looked badly scared, but he could more or less use it. Sheathing his swords, his placed his palm on his chest, his hand glowing green. The burns eased, and didn't hurt nearly as much any more, but they were not completely healed.
"Holy shit..." He muttered. He felt more or less okay now. Good enough to carry on fighting. He could feel bits of his strength returning to him as seconds passed by. There was no way he could be defensive now. If Database or Sem had any more tricks like that, he'd be finished. So now, he was launching the attack. Defending the crystal was his priority. His arm crackling with electricity, his masked pupil turning crimson, he shot back into the sky.
"There's too much at stake. I can't lose now," Yoshimitsu said simply, rising so that he was on level with both of his opponents. He reached into his pouch at his waist, and despite the fact that it would blatantly not fit in such a small holder, he extracted a heavy, white blade that was almost as tall as he was. It was triangular with no guard, but the blade curved past the hilt, forming a pseudo-hand-guard. Halfway along its length, there was a purple crystal that glowed, looking almost organic.
"Playtime's over," Yoshimitsu snapped, thrusting his electrical arm at Sem and discharging an unbelievably amount of electricity. Spinning in the air, he sliced in front of his with the sword, releasing a wave of pure, raw, evil energy at the cyborg.