Lillian rushed forward to meet Mikhael, grabbing his shoulder. "What are you doing!?" She hissed into his ear. Without the Queen's guard present, there was no real chain of command. Lillian was just taken aback by Mikhael's actions. Why would he try to confront this man so openly? Even the elder Knights were still speechless. Before she could say anything else though, she caught a glimpse of the intruder's deadly glare. The masked man's eyebrow's lowered and his grin was more defined behind the layer of plastic that protected his physical identity.

	"You got spunk, kid!" He shouted, both hands on his hips, "Maybe fortune's smilin' on me today! First that wacky snake thing, and now a town full of you tin-heads! Which one of you is the strongest?" The man's inquiry struck a chord in Lillian. Strongest? What kind of idiotic question was that? She turned to her brother, who looked equally perplexed despite his covered face. Several of the knights exchanged looks, but rather that thinking over an answer to his question, they turned to Mikhael for guidance. This man was otherworldly in size and mannerisms, how the hell were they supposed to proceed?

	"He's not answering your question," Lillian mocked, patting Mikhael's shoulder gently, "Are we going to indulge him?"

	"Hey! I asked you a fuckin' question! What's with the whisperin'?" The newcomer shouted, moving closer to the knights. The front row rose their weapons and prepared magical spells in response to the massive man's approach. He stood taller than anyone there, even Lucas, the 6 foot [i]golem,[/i] paled in comparison to this man's 8 foot stature. "Havin' an internal debate?"

	"..He doesn't seem very bright," Lillian quipped. What a mess. Lucas moved to the front of the group and stepped towards the masked man, matching his pace. "Lucas!"

	"I am the strongest," Lucas claimed boldly. He might have been large, but Lucas hardly held skill comparable to many of the other knights, including his sister and Mikhael. What was he thinking? The large man's eyes narrowed, and he stopped just a few feet shy of Lucas, who stood his ground in front of the group. Lucas pulled his broadsword from his sheath and slammed it into the ground before him.