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	An amused smirk crossed Xerxes' lips, his axe clashing with Hal's, guarding with a single hand, having stepped back to intercept both axes with his own. [color=DDA0DD][b]"Ten Years, hmm...That makes you Odysseus. Well then, Oh Great Hero who took ten years to cross something as little as a sea, let's have our duel be uninterrupted,"[/b][/color] he said as a snap of his fingers resounded throughout the gymnasium, a hollow, low pitched sound that seemed to echo and reverberate, the floor seeming to shake...

Finally speared through its heart, Xerxes' steed fell, slumping over, tusks broken, jaw shattered, foot sliced, and fully pierced through its body. A rather pathetic sight to behold...or at least it would be, had it not immediately start breaking back down into its Spirit Form, fading from existence in a stream of glittering golden particles. The conflict that resolved, thankfully, without bloodshed between Maggie and McQueen had resulted in the Lancer class card he had been in possession of flying from his body, going to the bleachers where Tsukiya still hid. Floating before her, the gilded card spun ever so slightly, as if waiting to be reclaimed by her. However, just before any kind of reunion could occur, a powerful rumbling shook beneath her feet, and, in a singular moment, a bony hand erupted and reached out for her ankle, gripping it powerfully. Glowering at her from the hole it resided in, a skeleton's empty eyes glowed with a ghostly pale green light, adorned in fine robes of purple.

[color=DDA0DD][b]"More! More! Rise and serve me, those who bear the title of The Immortal! Kill once more in my name, Athanaton Ten Thousand!"[/b][/color] Xerxes said, his smirk growing wider as more holes in the floor burst open, with skeletons literally beginning to flood the gymnasium, starting from the end opposite of the Class Card Holders. Makoto was the first to fire into the crowd of the growing legion, defeating one with a direct hit from another rock spear. However, the defeated skeleton was quickly replaced by another one, rising from the same hole it had emerged from. [color=1ABFD6][b]"There'll be no end to this...They're regenerating..."[/b][/color]

[color=FFC300][i]"No. Worse. When defeated, they are simply replaced immediately. If they were simply regenerating, damaging them fast enough would work, but...Any damage to their numbers just results in reinforcements...a True Immortal Army."[/i][/color] Zosimos replied in his mind, before Makoto got to launching more earthen spears, just trying to push their forces back. That wouldn't do however, as different kinds began pushing up, the holes continually sprouting closer to him, Rebecca, and Maggie. [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/4/41/Athanaton_Ten_Thousand_soldiers.png/revision/latest?cb=20170712064333]The legion[/url] only grew, and as the gymnasium filled more, their ranks shifted, many of the most basic, unclothes skeletons offering their mass to others, melding and congealing into horses made of human bone, their wailing skulls settling as the hearts of the beasts.
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	Xerxes' laughter filled the rafters as he glowered down at Hal, before kicking him squarely in the gut and retreating back a pace. [color=DDA0DD][b]"Come then, Greek Wanderer. Their anguish will flavor this bout. If you want them to live...then I suppose you had best come at me with everything you have."[/b][/color] he said, his tone seeming to carry the message of: "As if you could" to Hal's ears. Before he could ponder though, Hal would find himself suddenly pressured by Xerxes' blows, the King of Persia's axe slicing through air as easily it could flesh. Each strike was precise, aimed at a joint, and happened so quickly that Hal had little time to focus on attacking rather than defending. However, there was only so much room up on the rafters...and a legion of warriors awaited below, those who were waiting to come to the front merely observing, and having their spears pointed up at where Hal was coming.

Falling from the edge of that rafter meant death.