[center][b][i]Enter, a new challenger.[/i][/b][/center]

            As Hal swung, under the control of guiding hand, a soft, pearl-white slipper tapped, ever so gently, upon the axes, as they crossed each other; adding just the finest hair's breadth of weight, as a ivory-white skirt flapped before him, and crossed before the sights of kings and heroes. "[b][color=a187be]I'll leave this to you, old man,[/color][/b]" said a distinctly male voice, in the mere seconds of passing, before the flapping skirt gave way to a cloak, and descended. '[i][color=a187be]I'll ask you, once more, Astolfo.[/color][/i]' says the teen, as he descended, '[color=a187be][i]Serve me.[/i][/color]' A haunty snort entered his mind. [[i][color=f49ac2]I descend to no depths as dark as yours. It would besmirch the name of all I honor.[/color][/i]]

Sneering, the teen pivoted in the air, and materialized a grand lance. '[i][color=a187be]Spare me. I'll relinquish you, when this is through. I have no time for a disobedient Servant.[/color][/i]' He received a snort, in kind. [[i][color=f49ac2]I will relish the moment.[/color][/i]]

Ceasing the conversation, the boy landed on the back of the elephant with the skills of a trained rider, as if he'd been born to. "[b][color=a187be]Wounded. Enchanted. All odds against you, and yet, you charge without mercy,[/color][/b]" he says. "[b][color=a187be]I thought, I could make use of your master’s power, but, I have no use for them, for there is only one arrogance in this world I shall entertain,[/color][/b]" he raised his lance, "[b][color=a187be]My own.[/color][/b]"

            "[b][color=a187be]Seek it's heart, Argalia.[/color][/b]" the skirted boy intoned, as he plunged the lance in; deep and true, seeking the heart of the maddened, loosed beast.

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            [[i][color=f7976a]Oh. A new flower has bloomed, such a mighty one, at that.[/color][/i]] Maggie growled, as the elephant went crashing to the earth. Her eyes turned to followed, glaring at the skirted boy, as he descended upon the dying mount. No-one was stronger than she was. No-one! He'd told her so! He watered her! He fed her! He strengthened her! Weeded her! Fertilized her! Promised her! He made her stronger! That's why she bloomed so brightly! [[i][color=f7976a]How passionate you've become.[/color][/i]] Maggie shifted, and took her jawbone off the floor. Her hair seemed to glow with the intensity of a flame, and skin gleamed with the shine of the sun, as she turned her attention from Xerxes towards the newcomer.

Jawbone in tightened hand, she battered the beast in the side, one-handed, and sent it skidding away with a caved-in torso. Gracefully, like a pixie, the boy landed. "My, my, how strong," he says, clapping the backseat of his skirt, before ruffling his pink hair, "[b][color=a187be]I admire that. You don't need anyone here, do you, Margaret?[/color][/b]" Maggie faltered for a moment. "[b][color=a187be]If I had to guess, you're the Berserker in this game for seven, right,[/color][/b]" he asks, spinning his lance, "[b][color=a187be]Let's test how much sanity you've retained, then.[/color][/b]" Maggie acted on instinct, as she swung up her jawbone, and deflecting the testing poke of a surprisingly fast attack. "[b][color=a187be]Maybe, you aren't all gone, like him. I wouldn't have a used for you, if you were.[/color][/b]"

[[i][color=f7976a]How curious. Entertaining, even.[/color][/i]] Maggie snarled, as she threw herself forward; swinging aimlessly, and was countered at every turn. [[i][color=f7976a]He's barely trying. Barely can. He's not as strong as I thought. He is fast, though.[/color][/i]] Maggie panted, slowing, but launching all she had into a singular strike. "[b][color=f26522]Gah![/color][/b]" she gagged, as her body locked in place, nature rejecting the situation at hand. "[b][color=a187be]You really are useless, aren't you,[/color][/b]" the boy asks, disdainfully. "[b][color=a187be]Couldn't even piercing divinity?[/color][/b]"

            Maggie gagged and growled, as she was, humanly, reacting to the spear-tip of the lance being pressed against the hallow of her throat. It didn't break flesh, but, it still hurt, as if it had -- her brain imagining the pain, and recreating it. Driven to her knees, she reeled for a solid moment, as the pain screamed though it. Even without activating the lance's hidden power, it was still formidable in it's legend. However, that was not enough to stop her forever, and she recovered. "[b][color=f26522]You stabbed me,[/color][/b]" she asks, incredulously, looking up with the ground -- eyes wide and maddened. "[b][color=f26522]I'm going to bury you in my garden, and blossom in your corpse.[/color][/b]" A broad smile cross the boy's lips, and he stepped back, "[b][color=a187be]Unfortunately, that's not on the menu,[/color][/b]" he crossed both hands over his chest, and lost his white skirt and cloak for a black skirt and hooded cloak with the addition tightly wound system of fishnet and leather armor pieces.

Flicking his hand forward, he tossed a small card at Maggie's face, and three gumball-sized spheres. Distracted by the card, Maggie didn't noticed the sphere, until the crashed into her, and burst into a sizeable plume of smoke. Looking around, she didn't see the boy anywhere.

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~[i]Click-clack. [/i]~

Behind Rebecca, the sound was sharp and noticeable. "[b][color=a187be]Rebecca, no,[/color][/b]" asks the skirted boy, standing right beside her, yet he felt nonexistent, "[b][color=a187be]A bit of silence, hm? I don't think she's happy with me.[/color][/b]" Chuckling, the boy watched the discard Class Card coast around the around; as if, being carried on winds of fate, before disappearing behind the bleachers. '[i][b][color=a187be]You were useful, I suppose, Astolfo. Pity, you didn't stay so. Isn't that right, Hattori-san?[/color][/b][/i]'

[[color=8882be][i]Hai, McQueen-dono.[/i][/color]]