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[center][h2][color=00e600]Holy [s][i]Hospitality[/i][/s] Hostility[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=BA55D3]“Unofficially, I was [i]hoping[/i] you’d make a mistake like that. Say your prayers, [i]children.[/i]”[/color] A final line from the Abbot as other holy men arrive to join in the scuffle. A smirk appeared on Yvain’s face, putting on the mask that finished his attire. He began to draw, awaiting for any of the monks to attack him… yet he would be met with disappointment. It seemed as though nobody dared to lay a finger on him. Annoyed by said revelation he sought out a challenge so he could enjoy himself.

He drew his sword as he looked around for his potential target, not caring about the simple fights that happened around him. Then, his dream opponent was in his sight. A monk that did not share a cap similar to the others, he must be special.. He must be strong. Then melancholy hit upon the realization that they were in fact already fighting against Yuliya. [color=pink]"You would pray? YOU?? Die."[/color] He saw her launching a fully empowered fist directly at the black cap’s head. Yvain saw it, an opening. He rushed towards the two, blade gripped tightly. Then one with a blue cap tried to stand in his way of glory only to be swung away with a shoulder charge from the brutish noble. [color=00e600]”Out of the way, peasant!”[/color]  He laughed, kinetically charging forward.

Then as Yuliya hit him with a kinetically empowered punch, Yvain at the black cap’s back pointed his sword and skewered the man upon it. A satisfied smile was hidden behind his mask as he heard the monk’s dying gasp. His sight turned towards Yuliya [color=00e600]”Looked like you needed a hand, apologies for stealing your prey.[/color]

As soon as they finished off the black cap a nuclear explosion was about to hit them he felt his magic disappear for a split moment, causing the abbot to lose control of the massive reaction he prepared. Then, as if they were blessed by the Pentad personally, magic returned to them. Yvain, perfect as he was, easily defended himself against the explosion. Looking around to check if Penny or Yuliya were hurt by the explosion, relieved that there was no harm to them [color=00e600]”Mais tout est bien qui finit bien.”[/color] Yvain let out a sigh and sheathed his blade.
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