Flandre had been...somewhat prepared for a number of half-fledged ideas.

That wasn't one of them.

"What."

Wouldn't he vaporize himself that way? Wouldn't Shaw just throw more rocks at him?

-wouldn't Reimu have thought of that already?

So she shut her brain off, stepped forwards in a single long stride, grabbed the back of Reimu's uniform where the material was denser and her claws wouldn't sink through it into him--and lifted Reimu like a paper doll. Flandre wound her arm back carefully, but quickly--and pitched him forwards, right at Shaw.