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	[color=DDA0DD][b]"You think you're clever!?"[/b][/color] Xerxes said as he plummeted, his skeletons breaking their spear formation in order to catch him. How they didn't suspect that his skeletons weren't brain dead was beyond him, but he was clearly irate as he brandished his axe once again. Foolish didn't even begin to describe how he thought of the two Greek Heroes, before her charged at Ajax, since Hal had leapt to the other rafters to shoot at Flamma. His golden axe sparked against the shining shield of Ajax, Xerxes attempted to push him back, skeletons surrounding him. [color=DDA0DD][b]"Even the greatest of your kind isn't worth the dirt beneath my feet! The Athanaton are undefeatable, and I will NOT allow such disrespect to my name! You. Will. FALL!"[/b][/color] Xerxes roared with a fury, before the ground quivered, the clatter of various bones ringing loud and clear as roughly 300 skeletons formed a circle and charged at Ajax. Escape seemed impossible, but to defend...a simple task, for the legendary hero.

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Flamma barely flinched from the arrows pelting his skin, in spite of the crimson blood that flowed down his back and soaked into the leather of his rather minimal armor. To him, the fight that raged before him was all that mattered. Rebecca would soon find that blows she parried carried an impossible weight behind them, each strike only avoidable and parryable due to her Revelation skill. Flamma was utterly lost in the fight at hand, salivating uncontrollably as he matched Maggie strike for strike, skillfully managing to get a few hits in exchange for the many he received in spite of Rebecca's Revelation parries. Dodging a nearly fatal blow by leaning back, Flamma whipped his upper body forward and slammed his forehead into Maggie's skull, knocking her into the ground with a dull thud. 

Smirking, Flamma turned to Rebecca. [color=9e0b0f][b]"You...are not one who loves The Fight."[/b][/color] he said, uncharacteristically quiet as he did it, giving her a cold glance. [color=9e0b0f][b]"One who never once enjoyed the bloodbath, who danced about as if it could be avoided."[/b][/color] he said, before his smile cracked into a mad grin. [color=9e0b0f][b]"BUT SHE...SHE LIVES FOR IT! EXISTS FOR NOTHING BUT IT! THAT'S ALL THERE IS, AND ALL THERE EVER WILL BE!"[/b][/color] he said, before a spear of rock impacted his face, right through his eye. Staggering for a moment, he tried to say something before the earthen javelin lit up, and exploded in a small cloud around his head, which promptly disintegrated. In spite of this, his skin flashed red, and the underlying musculature beneath his stretched skin swelled up a bit, before regressing to its original size. The wooden sword he had held shattered, then came back together again, this time as a deep, rich red. 

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Rubbing the back of his head, Makoto tensed up as the Card Holder behind him spoke. A chill ran up his spine as he spoke his name, gulping as he realized that his identity was compromised. Zosimos in his mind however spoke up quickly.

[color=FFC300][i]"Garrish!? My attire? Why...I never! As if a man parading around in a skirt THAT short has any right to talk! Makoto, tell him his fashion sense is as poor as his attitude!"[/i][/color] Zosimos demanded, only to be ignored by Makoto.

[color=1ABFD6][b]"...My best kind of trick, huh?"[/b][/color] he said, getting to his feet and pondering for a moment, before snapping his fingers together, and forming the Cheirokmeta once more in his hands, the novice alchemist closed his eyes and mentally recited: [color=1ABFD6][i]"The passage of stone through stone, rock breaking rock; Here material is made manifest, and here, will is made clear. My flesh is your breaker, and my mind your shaper."[/i][/color] he recited quickly to himself, before laying a hand on the ground, causing a pillar of concrete and underlying stone to emerge, sharpened to a fine point. [color=1ABFD6][b]"My class may not be lancer, but this'll work,"[/b][/color] he said confidently, before, without even getting into any sort of stance or making any motions, the spear flew from his hand and into the eye of Flamma as he stood over Maggie. Clenching his hand, Makoto's right eye shone with an otherworldly light. [color=1ABFD6][b]"...'Iitlaq sarah!"[/b][/color] he said loudly, the spell on the spear activating and causing it to detonate. Smiling confidently, he watched as Flamma's head exploded from the force. He seemed to have no resistance to magic, so thankfully that was the end of tha-

Hurriedly turning his body into a gray material thicker than steel, Makoto barely kept himself from flying back from the sheer pressure as Flamma regenerated himself, sword shattering to replace the life he had just lost. It was as if a Noble Phantasm had activated, and immediately reversed his death entirely. Was he...just undefeatable!?

 Now seeming...entirely unamused, Flamma sighed. [color=9e0b0f][b]"...Cowards. Pacifists. And, fools that talk too big."[/b][/color] Flamma said, looking at Xerxes as he said that, looking at the almost completely destroyed clock on the wall. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Five Minutes have passed."[/b][/color] he said, walking away with an incredibly bored expression on his face. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Little girl, if you seek to die, then come find me. I will accept your challenge any time."[/b][/color] He said to Maggie, simply...walking away, he seemed to care little for damage done to him.

[color=1ABFD6][b]"...What...kind of monster IS he?"[/b][/color] Makoto questioned, falling onto his behind and staring in horror as Flamma just walked away, completely unharmed. Glancing back at them, Flamma's eyes seemed far less red with rage, as he regarded Maggie with a sort of pity due to being unable to finish her off.