"Mikhael!" Lillian hissed, as he stepped forward, "Mikhael!" But she couldn't stop him. Henry pushed his way further to the front of the crowd, but settled near the center, where he could still barely see the massive man's head over the rows of knights and squires in front of him. When Mikhael spoke, Lucas turned to him, about to say something. But he was abruptly shoved aside by the massive man's hand, knocked clean over and tossed about like a loose scarecrow. Lucas' armor rattled as he tumbled over, leaving his sword in the ground where he was stood. He looked up at Mikhael, who was now being approached by the Blonde giant.

	"[i]Strongest[/i] 'aint, that complicated, kid," the masked man remarked, lifting one of his bare arms and flexing his otherworldly muscles. "Strongest! That's all there is to it! Physical, magical, [i]smarts,[/i] like I give a shit where your power comes from! You've got one thing right though," Lillian turned back to Henry, but kept watching her brother as he struggled to rise from the ground. Something was keeping him down, but what the hell was it? The large man merely patted him aside with the back of his hand! "I 'aint gonna find what I'm looking for in [i]him.[/i]"

	"Henry, everyone, please be prepared to assist Mikhael," Lillian murmured quietly to Henry and the other nearby knights, "Henry, spread the word."

	"Strength speaks for itself! And you've [i]got it,[/i]" The large man uncoiled his right arm and pointed it skyward, extending one finger. "Same as the guy who did [i]that.[/i]" Lillian glanced up, along with all the other knights who heard the man's statement. What was he pointing at? Was it...