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"Death's Head Caucus..."
"T-Trinity Raven..."
"Don't get scared now, you two. I know it's not what we expected, but I'll be damned if we let some petty assassins guild step on us. We're the Twilight Zone, remember? And we're headed for the top!" The slight of hand mage encouraged his teammates while simultaneously removing his top hat with a twirl. Neatly, the item dropped to the ground, and Rylo took on a defensive stance. "Let's put on a show, shall we?"
A small, yet devious smirk crossed the pinkette's lips as she took another elegant step forward, further unsheathing her signature sword. "Your confidence and vigor is quite intriguing. Please, allow me to be your opponent."
"Bring it on," he replied in a quite cocky manner, "ladies first."
Ikaruga's smirk widened insanely, "my, a gentleman... And a foolish one." The assassin raised her sword and slashed forward at the air. For three seconds, it had appeared that nothing had happened, until Rylo was suddenly thrown off his feet and pushed back through the air. He was only able to stop himself after rolling into the ground and digging his hand into the dirt. Pain slamming into his nerves, the cliché mage gripped tightly onto his now injured arm.
"Gah..! What the hell..!?"
"Do not think lightly of me. My sword is not some toy."
Rylo stood up, letting a few seconds pass in silence before a smirk of his own dominated his lips. "Well you know, I'm not just some mage... Nothing up my sleeve!"
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"Hoo-hoo-hoot!" The jet pack that accented Fukuro's back emitted two magic seals at its thrusters. "The warrior of justice does not forgive those who aid wrong-doers!"
A grin plastered Flynn's face as he then began to jog in place. "I don't know anything about justice, but can you handle my speed!?" In a split second, the speed mage had taken off towards the owl. All that was noticeable was the golden yellow blur of his blond hair. It was in no time that Flynn was close enough to rear back his fist and throw a power packed punch at the side of Fukuro's head, but much to Flynn's astonishment, it was blocked. The assassin mage then gripped Flynn's wrist and aimed a harsh kick to his abdomen, while chanting "kick, hoo-hoo-hoot!" The speed mage's grin was replaced with a smirk as he was easily able to find the moment between Fukuro's kick connecting by using the advantage of his secondary Slowing Magic, and then pressed his two feet into the man's chest, forcing him away. Flynn skillfully stuck his landing with a flip. When he stood, he held his right hand out, and gave the assassin a "bring it," motion.
"Hoo-Hoo-Hoot! You won't stay lucky for long!"
"I don't need luck when I have speed. Don't blink!"
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"Are you ready to see hell? I'll show you the lowest pits of the ultimate hell!" Vidaldus dropped his tongue out of his mouth in a crude manner, strumming the guitar in his hands yet again to release screeching notes towards the neon-make mage, Victoria.
"I... I won't lose to you! Neon-Make: Lance!" The petite blonde slammed her fist into an open palm, summoning a magic circle before her that immediately shot out an onslaught of neon lances towards the guitar mage.
A twisted grin appeared on Vidaldus' make upped face as the lances raced towards him. Again, sticking his tongue out of his mouth in a sick manner, the guitarist strummed and began to head bang wildly. "Yes! I see you're ready to rock!" The previous strum of his instrument had brought a magic circle of his own before him. In response to the lances, Vidaldus summoned a sound wall to block the incoming projectiles as a sinister grin masked his face. The blond mage frowned, but tried her best to keep from becoming discourage. Yet again, she took on the molder mage's stance. "Neon Make: Scythe!" A magic circle appeared before her, and almost immediately following, a scythe composed of the element Neon, much larger than the girl who, herself, had created it.
She swallowed her fear, her nerves, and her lack of confidence. In their place, Victoria adopted a demeanor ready for battle; a voice that meant action.
"Imagination is strength!"
