Skeletor watches his blast strike home, watches Erika tumble out from the explosion onto the street. As she drops, he begins to chuckle... and before Blossom can answer Moonlight, Skeletor's laughter his already echoing across the street. Loud, gleeful and completely without pity.

"Such fearsome warriors this world has to offer! Truly, the Heart Tree and the Palace chose their protectors well!" There's a sneer in his voice as he looks down at Tsubomi from Panthor's back, studying the young Precure before shifting his attention to her senior. "I don't know how you survived, or how you regained your powers, but it's of no consequence."

He swings the Havoc Staff, aiming the weapon at Cure Moonlight, power still smoldering in the skull's eyes.

"I will have what I want. Either surrender and open the way to the Palace for me, or your friends will suffer the consequences."