Lost deep in thought, Sonatro was wandering through the camp when he bumped into Prisma. The two fell over, Sonatro making sure to position his hands in a decent manner. "Why hello there. I wanted to ask you something, actually." Standing up, he offered a hand to Prisma, who accepted.

"That's fine. Talk with me as we walk though." The pair began to make their way to a pond outside of the camp, near a hill.

"So... What was your dad's name?" Sonatro asked quietly.

Prisma slapped him upside the head. "The same as yours, dumbass! Teyal Galeix. Our mother was named Bassill. Simple as that. What, you still don't believe that I'm your sister?"

"Well yeah... I never really heard of you until now." He scar her awkwardly at the back of his head. "Where've you been? And why didn't you make yourself known sooner?"

Prisma puffed in frustration. "Because I am not exactly proud of what I did to help our mother while she was pregnant with you. That's when dad left us for Velvet's mother."

Sonatro pondered for a moment. "Let me guess, the usual route for Branded females?"

"Yes. Being a prostitute isn't all it's cracked up to be, let me say that." She shivered at the memory. "But it helped my mom pay for everything, so it worked. Then once you were born, I was offered apprenticeship under a Huntress and the rest is history, I guess."

The two eventually made it to the edge of the pond, where Sonatro lie down, closing his eyes. Prisma sat down next to him. They heard the sound of approaching footprints.

"Hey, I think we got a bit of company here." A kick to the skull sent him flying into the water. "Ack!" He spat water from his mouth, and stood up. Velvet stood in front of Prisma, a hologram of Crescent Rose in her hand.

"Payback Time." Velvet spun the scythe around his hand, and slashed at Prisma. The white haired girl rolled out of the way, and pulled the hairpin, transforming it into a small brown briefcase. "You're seriously not going to be happy if you fight me."

Velvet ignored the warning entirely and attacked, slashing at Prisma's torso. The briefcase in the Branded girl's hands turned into a huge shield, blocking the blow entirely. In then changed into a dueling pistol, and she fired six shots at Velvet. The Fanus girl formed a hard light version of Crocea Mors and blocked the shots, and slashed back in retaliation. The pistol transformed into dual swords, and caught the single sword in-between. A pair of greaves formed around Prisma's feet as she kicked Velvet in the stomach, following it up with a flip kick square to the jaw.

Sliding backwards, a hard light Myrtenaster formed as Velvet rolled backwards and stood on her feet. Prisma scoffed as the greaves formed back into a hairpin. "You're not even worth fighting. Why don't you go home and cry to your whore of a mother and sleaze of a father?" As she turned around, Velvet attempted to attack, but was met with Sonatro's sword. He pushed backed, causing the Fanus to stumble.

"Trust me, you don't want to deal with either of us. You're a student. We went through more than you could possibly imagine to get to where we are." He lifted the sleeve of his shirt to reveal his brand. "You are not ready to fight us." Prisma beckoned to him.

"You coming or what, brother?" Sheathing his weapon, Sonatro glared daggers. "Do not fuck with us."

With those words, he shifted to catch up with his sister, leaving Velvet angered and lying on the floor.