"Good plan, Miss," spoke Ascot to Calhoun. "However, if this villain is taste-based, you'd better look out for Acid - Sour, and Poison - Bitter." He then looked at Gula, knowing that she can hear every word the group said. The boy then put on a metaphorical mask of confidence and a casual demeanor, before saying, in a carefree tone that was incredibly sincere:

"Yes, we're actually letting you hear our plans, [i]that[/i] is how confident we are that we can beat you. You may be a formidable opponent, but, well, let's just say that I've seen better," which was the truth; Ascot had seen the Riders. "In fact, we are so confident that we can beat you that I'm actually giving out that I'm trying to rile you up; make you lose your judgement," the boy spoke in a deadpan manner.

"Because in the end, you're just a cheap farce who hits so many cliches, they can fill a libary." In truth, however, Ascot was ommitting some facts; he didn't just want to rile up Gula, he also wanted to give Oner and the others time to move into position. Then, the young Keyblader smiled and leapt up, then, glided striaght for Gula's hair, a fiery aura surrounding him as it did so.

However, this was a feint, and the boy rolled to Gula's left, his dexterity such that he as able to evade Oner or Belle or whoever was moving from the direction. Then, he cast Haste on himself again, and extended it to the rest of the group. Oh, and, lest Gula take Morph as a hostage, he desummoned the little creature, before using another Sparkra on the woman.