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[@Ariamis][@BrokenPromise]
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They had a teleporter too? Amaryllis clicked her tongue as gravity collapsed over the four magical beings, causing them to blink out of existence. It made little sense to her, why they wouldn’t have used that teleportation ability earlier on, but the matters involving Annabelle, her cadre, and the Beckoner were out of her hands now. Three versus one weren’t good odds, but that phantom thief would have to rough it out.

Her own concerns were mounting too. The aerial bombardment she had requested from Rina didn’t happen, meaning that her ranged support definitely had problems of her own, while the storm of random objects being tossed in every which direction was more ‘offensive’ noise to account for. Her muscles may be of steel and elysian might, but her body was still of flesh, and her clothing, embarrassingly skimpy as it was, offered nothing even comparable to the swordwoman’s polished armor. Then there was those strange words, how someone who supported the escape of an eldritch-summoning fiend was somehow affiliated with Beacon and even proud about it. The male, [i]adult[/i] voice that rang through the speakers of the stadium as well, pointing out the dugout that was being dug out by a juggernaut of a scale beyond even herself.

It all piled onto her like a stack of annoying documents, filling her skull with consideration after consideration after consideration, until her Sword got tired of her bullshit and delivered a psychic slap across her cheek.

That cleared things up easily enough. A hero went straight through. A duelist took things one at a time. Someone like her, with such average grades outside of her gift of mechanical knowledge, should definitely not be cramming for multiple exams at once. And at the brilliant warcry of the silver lioness, Amaryllis charged as well, her thick thighs coiling and explosively propelling her towards her foe. Reading the sweeping strike, she gracefully bounded over the blade, but before her rapier thrust could land, the aftershock of the enhanced weapon sent her back.

Her weight was still that of a human, after all.

Somersaulting eloquently amidst a storm of petals scattered by the silvered champion’s might, Amaryllis smirked with the veneer of a noble fencer, her long locks billowing in the gust. It was nice, feeling the wind against her skin, and she leveled the point of her blade upon Shona once more.

[color=778899]“You speak of light, and yet paradoxically serve to protect the witch who has brought a mass of fiends upon the innocent populace, filling the stadium with their lifeblood. A warped righteousness is nothing but a delusion that will see the guiltless slain,”[/color] Amaryllis spoke, her blue eyes the distant cold of a peerless arbiter, [color=778899]“Though you claim to be Bedivere, you’re naught but Don Quixote, lead astray by the madness that you dismiss within your silver reflection.”[/color]

She stood tall, her chest puffed out, her offhand pressed against her back, her voice proud and unrelenting.

[color=778899]“I am Amaryllis Evenings, the Knight of the Rose, Swordbearer and Sineater. May this moonstruck blade free your soul, lest it be stained black with belated regrets. En garde!”[/color]