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[color=gray]Underground Fighting Ring[/color][/right][hr][indent]The Zenith craned her neck upon the man's taunting. Suggesting a tournament? She had come here to put an end to this display, though perhaps, playing by their games could potentially bring these warrior monks and rebellious youths to heed the call of the White Empress and the delegated government of Ascension. 

[color=FCFC26][b]"If you're asking if I can knock someone out with my fists, then you still have a lot to learn about me. The last person who had challenged me to such a duel had to be dragged out of a burning inn."[/b][/color] Lucille replied nonchalantly, finishing with a light shrug of her shoulders. In truth, it had been long since she had fought with her own limbs rather than a blade, but the Zenith was not a total stranger to the concept. After all, the mantras of White Reaper were not just fancy footwork for some lance or polearm-wielding warrior, but also for a trained pugilist emulating the long strikes of a scythe, too.

[color=FCFC26][b]"Very well, I'll accept your... [i]challenge,[/i] but on one, specific condition. I had not originally come here to dabble in training and tournaments, rather, that your training domes have been disrupting the peace of Ascension."[/b][/color] The Zenith explained, watching the master with an inquisitive expression of her own. Her arm extended in the direction of Unfettered Serpent, motioning for her to take her Empress' side. [color=fcfc26][b]"We can both be reasonable people here, yes? Ascension may be fledgling, yet to regain the glory and fame it once held in the North, but there are laws to be upheld; not broken."

"Perhaps,"[/b][/color] The Zenith continued, [color=fCfc26][b]"We can talk more over [i]les boissons[/i] later, hmm?"[/b][/color][/indent]