When Levi had entered Grant’s cell, he would recognize her instantly, or at least, he would recognize her title, as she isn’t surprised by that. The Archadian Judges are notorious throughout the world of Ivalice, so for Prince Grant Roselia of Rozarria to know who she is — even by title — is no surprise to her. When he would speak to her, she also wasn’t surprised by the way he spoke. She has heard that he has always spoke with such grace and formality. This must be a common thing among the princes of Rozarria. As she would look at him, just intrigued by his entire persona, she would chuckle.

[b]“I’ve heard that my dear Emperor has placed you under arrest under the charges of conspiring to overthrow him.” [/b]She said just smirking and seductively smiling at Grant.[b] “I am curious. What have you done to deserve such a severe fate? Did you not put your good boy pants on this morning? Or did you simply eat the douche bag pill this morning?” [/b]She was enjoying herself right now. She really wanted to know, but Levi would have her fun. [b]“I want to know all, so do entertain me with the truth, won’t you, Prince Grant?” [/b]She said.

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As they came to the Grand Temple of the Gran Kiltias, they came to a stop by two acolytes. These two acolytes were baring identical outfits that were robe-like clothing items. Both acolytes would request to know who the trio were. Nadeline, being the professional that she was, introduced herself in a formal way. Wesley would follow suit.

[b]“And I am Wesley Alexander Dalmasca, Royal Prince of the Kingdom of Dalmasca, and descendent of the Dynast-King Raithwall.”[/b] Wesley would state as he too, like Nadeline, bowed deeply.

Jaakuna, unlike his two friends, didn’t bow, but Wesely would nudge him. Jaakuna didn’t want to, but he knew he had to. [b]“And I am Jackson Tunick Darcone, heir to the Archadian Empire Throne.” [/b]He said bowing; boy Jaakuna hated doing this type of thing. It felt like a dagger was going right through his heart. 

The Acolytes would acknowledge the three as fitting company for the Gran Kiltias. They would wave them in and granted them passage to the Gran Kiltias, and so off they went.

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Savayna peeked more and she couldn’t’ believe it. [b]“Of all people, why did it have to be him?”[/b] She would have preferred it be someone else, even Vincent or anyone that wasn’t the person fighting the Esper. She knew the man just by his infamous armor and his cane sword that he wields. [b]“Yeah, I know him.” [/b]she said regretfully.

Battling the esper, Brandon Ira “Bahamut” Darcone fights Exodus, The Judge-Sal. The movements of the esper is as to be expected. He is fast, strong, and a very worthy opponent. However, the Black Dragon is one who is also a formidable opponent. He has strength only matched by his notorious reputation of being a ruthless and aggressive warrior. The Judge-Sal goes in for a Meteor attack and Hamut blocks it with his Mega Flare Cane Sword. No magick essences around it. That’s how physically strong Hamut is. His power is even greater when applying his Dragon Seal, which he would do as fire and darkness surround his blade, oozing out from the hilt and beyond. With one swing, a gigantic wave of darkaja and firaja takes over the Esper and completely obliterates it. And with that, Hamut becomes the sole caretaker of the Judge-Sal.

As he finishes up, Savayna wants to back away, but before she could, Hamut notices her. [b]“Going somewhere, Savayna.”[/b] He said smiling.

Savayna had a very scared look upon her face. [b]“No of course not, Judge Magister Brandon Hamut Darcone.”[/b] She said pretty much lying out of her fucking teeth.

[b]“Yes, of course you wouldn’t, cause you do know that I catch my prey.”[/b] He said smirking. He then turned his attention to Emiri. [b]“And who might this dashing young lady be, hmm?”[/b]