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[center][h3]--Aventon - Village--[/h3][/center]
[color=d9457c][b]"Oh my~?"[/b][/color] It'd seem that Sanae's little scuffle had attracted the attention of the rest of Lavielle's - unwilling - Champions, and not all of them were privy to the idea of having a brawl break out in the middle of the village, understandable really. [color=d9457c][b]"You can relax, good sirs and madame~"[/b][/color] Remilia curled a rather smug smirk at Joker, Anne, and Lewa, [color=d9457c][b]"Tis' will be nothing more than a simple spar between individuals of martial persuasion. After all, there's no better way to train one's mettle than putting it into practice, no~?"[/b][/color] There, that should be enough to assuage their concerns, or affirm that they weren't 'joking around' in Anne's case, she was quite rude really, but fortunately for her, the magnanimous Scarlet Devil was willing to let the half-machine Knight's transgressions slide.

[color=d9457c][b]"An excellent suggestion, Lady Rayne,"[/b][/color] The lilac-haired youkai nodded at the only other person here whom her height could match, [color=d9457c][b]"Indeed, though this'll be a competition conducted in good faith, I believe it's still our responsibility to minimize unwanted outcomes."[/b][/color] Now that they had participants and a designated arena, the impromptu 'tournament' could commence, although speaking of participants, more would-be fighters expressed their interest to join, specifically the Half-Ghost Gardener and the Reanimated Automaton. [color=d9457c][b]"Wonderful~"[/b][/color] Just like arranging a public tea party at the Scarlet Devil Mansion, the more the merrier.

The merchant was an odd fellow, he should be grateful that the people under his employ were eager to hone the very skill that he hired them for as surely he wouldn't enlist pacifists to defend his caravan. Regardless, now that the stage was set, all they needed to do was prepare and depart, [color=d9457c][b]"Oh, you needn't worry, good sirs, after all, I've been vouched as a beloved doctor of my homeland~"[/b][/color] Remilia flashed a quick wink at the Toa of Air before she floated over to sit on Fran's mace, using the oversized weapon as her makeshift throne, a not-so-subtle amused grin on her fanged visage.