"Take your dueling outside the city."

  The chilly voice from under the white cloak steps up to the bottom of the arched stone bridge, where the two fighters who had their weapons raised at each other, fully prepared to disturb the peace of this market district!

  "This Modernista started it!" Spits the girl in bullfighter's white and tight leather pants.

  "So much for the free and tolerant New Continent!" "[You are free to do as you please] until the princessa's goons come calling! Everyone, come see the hypocrisy of the Restorationists---"

  "I didn't say you cant." Oracion jerks an annoyed finger in the faraway upward direction of New Coimbra's main gate, "Just take it outside. There are people around."

  Oracion's reasonable suggestion was not taken well by either side! The girl in bullfighter's tunic and feathered tricorne sizes up the pink-haired figure in white, before snidely dismissing her with a wave!

  "Just First... no, maybe even Zeroth Stratum!"

  "What? Are you drunk?" Oracion's target-like irises narrow at that odd comment.

  "I am talking about the low grade of your magick!" The bullfighter spits, pointing her sabre at Oracion's direction, almost as if she can't believe that a lesser was speaking to her with such disrespect! throughly confident that her power level was far higher than Oracion's, she continues to rattle her sabre for everyone to hear! "A shame on the white cloaks of La Princesa's personal faction!"

  "White cloaks... This is the famed [Trono Palido] of the continent's princess?" The Modernista gives a chuckle, turning her gun in Oracion's direction. "Truly, the New Continent cks talent if someone like this is La Princesa's personal cohort!"

  Enemity now turned towards this disruptor, the two would-be duelists know that if they are to get on with their business, this busybody must first be removed! Sometimes, the horseshoe goes all the way around, making for strange bedfellows and alliances!

  The entire market district seems to be watching this confrontation, murmurs sprouting up amongst the shoppers! An obnoxiously red flipphone filming the whole thing amongst them, soaking up all the bystander's replies!

  "Stupid! Don't speak so loudly! The one with a saber is a Restorationist!"

  "I hear you'll get disappeared if you speak badly of them...!"

  "Those Modernists from Arcadia aren't that much better..."

  "There's a rumor they sent people to hunt down a girl who badmouthed them..."

  "Wasn't that [GLOYW Agency]?"

  "Same thing! Arcadians are always pushy and try to force their way in everything!"

  "In contrast, [Trono Palido's] reputation is a little weak..."

  "White cloaks? Those are just the Earl's mascots right? Tourism, ho?"

  "The [Eighteenth La Princesa] is just borrowing an old name to scare people!"

  "That girl in white cloak should run, if she knows what's good for her!"

  Oracion doesn't seem to mind at all, pulling off her hood to reveal a white eyemask and pink hair!

  "Good joke. Now scram. Both of you."

  Thinking for a bit, Oracion finds the perfect excuse to get rid of them!

  It was a cssic line of her master's.

  "You two... are bad for tourism!"

  The girl in bullfighter's outfit winds her sabre back behind her, the bde's body grinning a crimson glow!

  "This is the New Continent...! Words don't matter here, strength does!"

  "Pft, even I know that---"

  Before Oracion even finishes her words, the bullfighter's sabre sshes with a forward spin, sending a crescent wave of death at the white-cloaked offender!

  The peace of this city has been disturbed!

  [SFX:SMASH!]

  The crescent wave strikes! It blows up pavement rubble high in the air, bystanders scattering to safety! Where Oracion once stood, is instead a gaping crater!

  However...

  For all the devastation that [Bloodcrescent Arc ] wrought...

  Not one bit of that move hit the pink-haired protector!

  The full length of the white cloak trailing behind her, Oracion had already shot out like a bullet onto the bridge, closing the distance while stepping through the ranged magick, whistling past the side of her head! The Restorationist fighter is no slouch either, seeing Oracion wanting to get up close on the bridge; she lets her have it! The glint of a sabre sshes downwards at the shoulderbde of this charging pink-haired girl...!

  If Oracion were simple like a bull, that might have been the end of it...! Madi-san would be busy hopping up and down, shouting "Fxcking Piinku, jobbing again!"

  Oracion's brows furrow as she eyes the incoming bde...

  Within the quarter of a breath, her silver irises narrow, recognizing this move!

  A rare, small smile appears!

  So slow...!

  Much slower than her master's during training for sure!

  So slow that it might as well have been moving in stop-motion!

  Rather than evade it...

  She instead choose to step inwards, using her right palm to strike at the offender's incoming wrist from up high, her other arm goes under the fighter's sword arm, grabbing her blocking wrist in a triangur lock! Without even wasting a single breath's of time, she wrenches down, bringing her reckless opponent off the floor!

  The grip on her sabre loosened, the fighter's arm is caught in a painful motion, snapping of bone indicating that the break was effective! As he body is involuntarily wrenched downwards, the sweeping motion of Oracion's inside leg gives low kicks her opponent's ankles, sending her entire body off the bridge railings!

  [SFX: SPLASH!]

  All this happened in less than the time it took to blink twice. At one moment, the pink-haired girl was standing at the bottom of the bridge, the next she was on it, and her attacker had been knocked off her high horse! Casting only the most sideward of gnces at the one spshing without effect,

  "Rex, the water's shallow."

  [SFX:KERKLUNK]

  This moment, the other combatant has her long rifle pointed at the white-cloak, now fully aware of the invisible danger she poses! So perplexed by this turn of events, even her rifle is sweating in the autumn wind! There is no presence, not even the faintest hint of magick emnating from her, and yet she still managed to take out fighter wielding both bde and magick! Was this luck, or her personal magick...?

  "Don't move!!! What magick was that???"

  "I can't use magick, at all." is the nonchalent reply from our pink-haired friend! Even with a long rifle not ten inches from her back, Oracion instead opts to adjust her fingerless gloves, not minding the threat behind her!

  "That HAS to be a lie! You Continentals are all like that, terrible, horrible, deplor---"

  "Do you mind pointing that elsewhere?" Even with a gun pointed at her, the pink-haired protector doesn't really mind, barely even turning the side of her cheek to register the threat! She instead motions to the direction of the market district with a finger, "You are scaring people."

  Disrespected, a disciplineless finger presses down...!

  However...!

  Instead of a trigger's cold steel, the happy finger instead found itself pressing on...

  ... red rubber?!?!

  More accurately, the shooter found herself holding onto both ends of a plunger.

  Where did that come from?!

  Not too far away, a purple-haired fiend is giggling malevolently, an 【.APP】 open on her flipphone, the plunger she bought recently now repced with a shiny bck rifle!

  In a whirl of white cloak, a long leg in bck stockings swings around! The force of the kick sends the would-be market-shooter straight into the gutter the second casualty of the sea! With that, the onlookers finally gasp a collective breath of relief!

  The peace of this city had been preserved!

  Bewildered murmurs begin to spring up amongst the crowd, only this time accompanied by loose cheers! That [Trono Palido] member had evoked some sort of magick, that was for sure now! As rumors and gossip spread as to how the new face acheived that feat...

  "A toy?!"

  Catching the plunger as it fell from the air, Oracion is just as confused! Lifting the plunger in the sky against the morning sun, she looks at it in as much disbelief as the the market crowd! She was sure that was a gun just moments ago, just as she was about to scan the surroundings---

  "Impressive."

  Slow cps and heeled footwear accompany the entrance of a foreign voice. Immediately, the RECORD button started up again on that obnoxious red phone, now focused on the back of an orange-haired woman in a buttoned red top and a pencil skirt!

  "I heard that the [Trono Palido] of today are but pale imitations...

  ... a reevaluation is in order."

  Emerald-green eyes meet narrowed pink pupils from under Oracion's eyemask! This is the first time that the two are meeting, and there was no visible threat to be had from the approaching woman... Even then, our local edgelord remains stiff as a board!

  The way she spoke, it almost seemed like she had a familiarity with the [Trono Palido] of the past, but aside from their hentaibird of a master, it was the first time she heard of anyone taking an interest in the past of this faction!

  "And you are?"

  "Just a passerby.

  My name is Doktah."

  HouseDerouxScribbles