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	A scowl crossed Xerxes' lips as another Servant arrived...and of all things, it had to be the most boisterous and annoying of all. Already having been knocked back by Odysseus' kick, before Xerxes felt a warm sting on the side of his cheek, hurriedly touching it as he felt the red liquid flow from his cheek. [color=DDA0DD][b]"...You..."[/b][/color] he said, voice full of spite as he raised himself up once more, absolutely seething with hatred at Ajax. To think...a GREEK of all things would manage to strike him with a projectile, even if it was glancing. His strength had to be something else to push it so close to even scratch him...this fight wouldn't be so trivial anymore. Snapping his fingers, Xerxes' skeletons stopped, and half of them turned their attention to the rafters. [color=DDA0DD][b]"There won't even be a scrap of skin left when I'm done with you both. First you, then all your friends down below will be nothing but a footnote in my legend."[/b][/color] he said, seeming intent to step forward, before a massive hole burst in the Southern wall of the gymnasium, the dust clearing quickly as a massive headache walked in. Groaning audibly, Xerxes yelled: [color=DDA0DD][b]"WHAT NOW? WHAT FOOL COPIES MY ENTRANCE!? ...Nevermind. I already know. I never asked for your assistance, peon."[/b][/color]

An echoing laughter filled the gym as a hulking figure, easily over 11 feet tall lumbered in, his very steps shaking the remains of the floor beneath them. Fiery red hair slicked back, mixed with a scraggly beard of the same color, the main appeared to be a gigantic torch from how brightly he shone in the barely functioning fluorescent lights, his very being seeming to glow, before all at once the dust cleared from him stamping his foot, revealing his full [url=https://i.imgur.com/yXwpUi7.jpg]visage.[/url] [color=9e0b0f][b]"XERXES!"[/b][/color] he bellowed, pointing up at the rafter. [color=9e0b0f][b]"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT COME? I SMELL A CHALLENGE! I SMELL STRENGTH! I SMELL..."[/b][/color] he said, sniffing around, before looking around, stroking his beard. [color=9e0b0f][b]"...SEWAGE. YOUR SKELETONS ARE NOT DELICATE!"[/b][/color] he noted, before carefully stepping over the many holes in the ground. Skeletons nervously stepped aside to let him pass, before he looked at the three Class Card Holders before him, stroking his chin. [color=9e0b0f][b]"...FIVE MINUTES."[/b][/color] he said, lowering his stance a bit, before a single, wooden sword materialized in his right hand along with a small buckler shield on his opposite arm. [color=9e0b0f][b]"COME AT ME ALL AT ONCE, OR ONE AT A TIME. SURVIVE FIVE MINUTES, AND I WILL BE IMPRESSED!"[/b][/color] he said, before a monstrous, excited grin overtook his face. [color=9e0b0f][b]"AND THE ONE BEHIND THE SEATS. YOU TOO."[/b][/color] he said, casting a glance at where Tsukiya hid.

...An overwhelming aura of desolation overtook the gymnasium, as the hulking man stood before them. [color=9e0b0f][b]"ITS ONLY FAIR FOR WARRIORS TO EXCHANGE NAMES. I AM FLAMMA, HE WHO HAS WON FREEDOM FOUR TIMES, AND CAST IT AWAY FIVE TIMES."[/b][/color] he said, seeming overly proud as he said so. [color=9e0b0f][b]"DO NOT KEEP ME WAITING."[/b][/color] he said, seemingly waiting for the foursome to make a move, before a loud thud resounded from the wall, a rod of earth shooting forward and impaling him right in the center of his chest. Makoto, his hand on the pillar, looked nervously at the man, thinking he had just managed to kill him before the pillar quivered, Flamma walking forward, letting it pierce more through him until he raised a hand and broke it off halfway with a simple tap. The wound seemed to close immediately, and, in one swift motion, Flamma swiped his wooden sword at Makoto, before sending him flying out the wall. Grinning even wider, he seemed to be salivating, his muscles throbbing in a slight rhythm. He...was getting larger, ever so slightly. Looking down at Rebecca, he grinned. He seemed a far tougher opponent than Xerxes.

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...Flat on his ass outside, Makoto was getting really fucking sick of being knocked through things, clutching his stomach, thankfully having transmuted his skin into a far harder material to absorb the impact. Still, it was incredibly painful, as if his bones were all vibrating against his innards from the force. [b]"Aaugh..."[/b] he wheezed, struggling to sit up. 

[color=FFC300][i]"Makoto."[/i][/color] Zosimos said. 

[color=1ABFD6][b]"Yeah?"[/b][/color] he asked, sitting up slightly.

[color=FFC300][i]"You really should have tried detonating the material while it was inside of him, as the damage dealt would have-"[/i]
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[color=1ABFD6][b]"...Shut up, Zosimos."[/b][/color] he said, coughing as he rolled over, crawling to his feet. He needed to get back in there, but...what could he do against that kind of monster? That strength was beyond what any normal person had...it felt like getting hit by a freight train.

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Flamma meanwhile just approached the two female class card holders. [color=9e0b0f][b]"A WORD OF WARNING; I'VE NEVER HELD BACK. THOUGH..."[/b][/color] he eyed Maggie, and couldn't help but grin even wider, his lips tearing at his cheeks. [color=9e0b0f][b]"FOR YOU, I'LL GO ALL OUT."[/b][/color]