[color=f6989d]"Heeey hex girl!"[/color] A coy voice shook Alyonna from her thoughts, as confident petite steps danced around the rain, the most vomit-inducing yellow umbrella of all things. On their other hand, there was one most curious thing. A stupid eyed-pigeon alongside a letter, whose bird eyes darted in every direction.

[color=f6989d]"So are you heading to beat up santa clauses? Those folks at Clausewitz sent me a letter of challenge. On a pigeon. Also your homework is ruined. This is why I text people." [/color]Celestine had arrived in tow, as they hurried along with Alyonna.

[color=f6989d]"Actual people use text messages."[/color] Celestine harumphed as they stopped all of a sudden just for a lightning bolt to narrowly miss them.[color=f6989d] "HAH, Nice try!"[/color]. They jeered at the sky.

[color=f6989d]"Do I smell trouble over there?"[/color] Celestine reacted as they caught up.[color=f6989d] "It's dangerous to go alone! Take this."[/color] They said as they stretched their hand to Alyonna.

"Coo?" said the pidgeon at the motion of being offered.

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Parker watched the situation. A crazy bitch in pink hair was causing trouble already. The situation was familiar. Whatever, he could use the chaos to thin the numbers. Less opponents, more staying chances.

"I would like to issue a protest and ask for the disqualification of the Demon Lady. Friends cannot intervene in a fight. And that... lady just floored a tournament player."