Maggie and Virgil were absorbed in their catfight, as Makoto fashioned his Xerxes Plushie. Internally, each was struggling to maintain their overall control of their anger; being reduced to such crude combat, lacking elegance and flair, infuriated Virgil to the core, while being unable to simply end this melee in one strike and destroy her opponents was driving Maggie up the wall. However, as soon as the Xerxes Plushie gave his justifiably confident laugh, their anger snapped in a completely different direction.

His direction.

As intended, Maggie surged off her knees, and onto her feet; her hair glowing with a blinding intensity, as she gripped her jawbone club. Roaring, she kicked off the ground, and lunged at the Xerxes Plushie. However, as NOT intended, Virgil released a sharp snarl, and disappeared into the shadow. “[color=a187be][b][i]My lonely shadow; Fans out like branches on trees; Through which I reach all...[/i][/b][/color]” his voice carried on the wind, before nine figured ripped out of the ethereal.

The Xerxes Plushie was wrecked all to hell, as its head was ripped off by a brutal swing, and its body was impaled by nine spears.

	It took a minute, a full minute, to realized the Plushie was just that, a damn plushie that wasn’t a real being that was violently dead and/or brutally dying. Standing, Maggie tightened her hold on her club, and turned on her heel... however, time had finally taken its toll, and her hair stopped glowing, like a fire dying out. Forward, she pitched, as her form started to glow, before her Install Spiritrons came unwound, and reformed into her Class Card. “[color=f26522]I’m not... falling...[/color]” she groaned, struggling to stand, before settling, “[color=f26522]...sleepy...[/color]”

“[color=a187be]I win...[/color]” Virgil grinned, as his form flattened out, Install coming undone, “[color=a187be]Nn... me again...[/color]” Virgil grit his teeth, physical exhaustion rapidly catching up with the near absolute exhaustion of his mana. “[color=a187be]Never been pressed that hard,[/color]” he inhaled, exhaled, and then got to his feet. “[color=a187be]Include, Assassin...[/color]” Virgil huffed, lifting his Class Card, and crushing it; he’d enough mana remaining to wrap his arms in Hanzo’s arm-wear, forge her tanto, and handful of tools. “[color=a187be]Now,  what is going on here?[/color]” 

“[color=a187be]And, put that away, before I castrate you,[/color]” he says, looking at the Ratatoskr Soldier with the shock-gloves.