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With the gunman no longer pointing his rifle in Phillip's direction and a new person of interest now ordering him to install his card, the young man decided it was probably best to listen and do as he was told. Picking Richard's card back up from the ground, he lifted it up above his head and shouted, [color=769E9D]"Class card install!"[/color]

The transformation began with three red streaks appearing suddenly in the bangs of his cian colored hair before a golden light appeared behind him. Around his casual street clothes, flaxen colored armor would appear to help defend him from any incoming attacks. Finally, the toothbrush he had been holding in his other hand had also changed. What had once been a small stick of plastic with worn down bristles on the end had now become a full-length sword. It was no normal sword though. This blade was the legendary weapon of King Arthur, Once and Future King of Britannia, and King of Knights. Excalibur! Well at least a very close copy of it, though anyone who might be on the business end of the blade probably wouldn't care that much whether it was the actual saber handed down from the Lady of the Lake or just an imitation.

Slashing through the air to swipe away the magical mist that had surrounded him during the install, Phillip stood before the three with a confident smile. While his back may have still been against the wall, he was now at full power and with his strategical mind he knew that it wouldn't take much effort to readjust his position if a fight did end up breaking out. [color=769E9D]"So, do I pass your test, Mystery Man?"[/color]