You were on the ground on your back among the rubble of the broken coliseum of the tower next to a wounded asgore. a bit away bete noire was holding toriel with her arm morphed into a scythe like blade and about to cut toriel’s head off till a blue ring flew past cutting the blade off bete’s arm followed by orange dots in the air that explode and out of the smoke walks gaster as his seven floating hands spin behind him shooting bursts of energy at bete causing her to flee out into the street