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[center][h2][color=8dc73f]Fran[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][h3]Aventon - South Entrance[/h3][/center]

As Remilia hopped off Fran's mace to let the Servant go next, her dwarf opponent looked apprehensive. Aside from the strange horn and prongs adorning her head and shouldering a giant mace that, by all means, should've been too heavy for her dainty frame, he was basically fighting a young and pretty girl with peach-colored hair wearing a wedding dress. Was this really okay? Did this girl even know how to fight? He probably should go easy-

[color=8dc73f]"Three."[/color]

The dwarf blinked.

"Huh?"

The girl raised her free hand to show three fingers.

[color=8dc73f]"Three....free....hits."[/color]

He blinked again, processing what she just said before scoffing. She's [i]letting[/i] him get free hits in? Was she serious? There's cocky, there's arrogant and then there's [b]this.[/b] Regardless, he took the invitation as he rushed in. When he got close, he opted for a slow and telegraphed swing from the right. Maybe once she sees that this is for real, she'll quickly change her tu-

[b]SMACK[/b]

The dwarf, as well as the surrounding spectators, were shocked by what just happened

[i]Fran didn't defend herself and let the attack hit.[/i]

Even more shocking than that?

[i]She didn't even react to the hit.[/i]

Pulling his weapon back, the dwarf was even more flabbergasted when there was [i]zero evidence[/i] of his attack hitting, despite the fact that he DID hit her. No sign of broken bones, no bleeding. Not even a bruise. It was almost as if his hit might as well have never happened.

[color=8dc73f]"One."[/color]

He flinched and turned his attention to the girl, who still wore a neutral expression. He glared. Alright, so this girl was tougher than she looked. In that case...

The dwarf spun in full circle to his right, building up momentum before swinging her hammer from the left. A louder impact was heard upon the attack connecting. Again, Fran didn't move to defend herself...

....[i]and again, she didn't need to.[/i]

The stout hammer wielder was speechless at this point. That attack would've put any other average bloke on their ass with broken bones that would've taken months to recover. Yet here was this little girl, still standing. Unmarked and unphased. It's almost becoming a jo-

[color=8dc73f]"Two."[/color]

"Alright, bitch! That's it!"

Angered and with his pride on the line, the dwarf leapt into the air, quite high for his size. With a loud battle cry and all of his strength, he brought his hammer down in a overhead swing that landed square on Fran's head. The impact of this attack was the loudest one out of the duels so far.

On anybody else, an unguarded hit like this would've resulted in death....

....but for a Servant?

[color=8dc73f]"...Heh. Tic...kles..."[/color]

Eyes twitching, the dwarf was sweating buckets as he tired to comprehend the utter nonsense this duel had become.

"T-Tickles!? That was my strongest attack! Just what the hell are yo-"

[color=8dc73f]"Three. My....turn..."[/color]

With power he didn't know she had, Fran raised her hand to touch the face of the hammer, a glimpse of green electricity racing up her arm before she clenched. Suddenly, the entire head of the dwarf's weapon exploded, sending him stumbling back as the area was showered in bits of shattered iron.

With speed he didn't know she had, the Servant was instantly behind the dwarf as he was still processing what just happened.

And finally, with strength he didn't know she had, Fran, with restraint, delivered her own overhead open palmed smack on her opponent's head, knocking him out....[i]and burying him up to his neck into the ground.[/i]

With a nod and smile, Fran dismissed her weapon, which she didn't even use, and walked off to sit and spectate with the others.

[i]It was as simple as that.[/i]