Chapter 36, France Arc, Trouble in Paris, part 4

Mistakes were made going alone, William's visit to one of Sézanne's warehouse's was obviously expected. A teen girl had walked into one of the streetlights that lined the road, appearing from out of the darkness and giving him a disappointed look. William had to stop in his trek towards the warehouses when the girl had stood in his way, the teen gave off warning signs in William's head.

With a tilt of her head, her brunette hair styled into a french bob bounced from the mild jostle. "I must say, Madame Céline has quite the pest problem." The teenage girl stated with a condescending tone and frown.

William furrowed his brows at her, "Yeah, a pest of a company that is creating terrible clothing." He rebuked with a scathing look.

Taking offense to his words, the girl let a furious look form on her face, "You take that back! Madame Céline's work is nothing short of art and excellence!" She seethed out, before slapping her face with both hands. "Calm down Giselle, he is just an uncultured American swine!" She muttered to herself in her french tongue, sliding her hands down her face to give William a heated look.

William in the meanwhile let an amused look form on his face, "Got a little riled up there? Maybe you should know when to take criticism on your employer?" He rebuked while settling into a fighting stance. William doubted he would get out of this unscathed.

Letting out a harrumph escape from her lips, "I already have the pleasure of knowing your name, William Cumberbatch Uno." The teen remarked while pulling out a sky blue parasol from the sleeve of her midnight blue Cardigan, once she fully pulled it out the teen pointed it towards William.

Narrowing her eyes at him, "Let the name Giselle Josephine Escoffier burn into your memory" Ice began to form along her parasol after her introduction, with hoarfrost hanging in the air around her. "For transgressing on Mademoiselle's property, I'll be sure exact punishment upon you tenfold." At that statement, William had himself poised for her attacks.

With an explosion of ice from her feet, Giselle had launched herself directly towards William. She had her frozen parasol to her side for a swing, and as she approached him after her take off from the ground, Giselle had kept pouring her powers into her parasol. Compressing ice after ice for a powerful attack, the teenage girl let a wicked grin form on her face when she witnessed William form up a silhouette and become covered in fire. 'Fool, there's no way his fire is hot enough to counter this attack.' Giselle thought to herself.

Just as Giselle's parasol was about to connect with William's side, he brought up his leg to kick her attack with his shin. With a loud explosion from the connected attacks, both fire and ice erupted into the air, concealing the combatants at the epicenter with a heavy fog from melted ice. After several seconds passed, the fog began to dissipate revealing both combatants several yards away from each other. Their feet had been dragged through the ground from their attempts to stay on the ground, and the area around them was covered in their respective element from the collision of their attacks.

William kept his silhouette up, not taking a chance with Giselle. The teenage girl was giving him a shocked look, but William stopped her from saying anything next. "Just because I have these powers does not mean I was lax with them in training with them." He stated in an even tone while walking towards Giselle at a brisk pace.

With a spit to the side, Giselle gave William a look of contempt. "Tch, I'm far from through" she retorted in a sneer before letting a blanket of frost form over her, covering her form in a light blue silhouette.

With only a few feet separating them, Giselle resumed the fight with William using her parasol in a swift thrust attack. Snaking his arm around the parasol after leaning quickly to the side, William made for a grab at her arm. With Giselle's arm held in place, she had to lean her head back to avoid the fire engulfed fist that would have connected with her forehead.

With both combatants so close to one another, Giselle took her chance to quickly launch her own fist towards William's stomach. With a blast of ice after connecting her fist with his stomach, William let out a wheeze before pulling her in with a direct headbutt. Stumbling backwards from the crass way William attacked her, Gissele placed her free hand onto her parasol for a two handed swipe attack. The parasol swung through the air with an arc of ice emitted from the attack, hurtling towards William swiftly.

Lifting his arms up as if he was lifting an object, an intense wall of fire rose up from the ground that stretched from one side of the street to the other. With a shout coming from William's mouth, he quickly thrusted his palms out like one would do if they were pushing something. In a swift motion, the wall of fire zoomed across the street towards Giselle. Not to be caught off guard from such an attack, the teenage girl opened up her iced parasol and shielded herself from the incoming wall of flames.

As the flames passed by her, Giselle quickly looked up when she heard the sound of electricity buzzing. William had leapt into the air above Giselle, and intended to land a lightning empowered reverse axe kick. With a yelp from almost getting caught off guard, Giselle leapt backwards several yards and witnessed as William's kick landed into the ground. With an explosion of static and lightning, the lamps that were in the vicinity exploded into sparks from their light bulbs and wires.

Clicking her teeth in annoyance, Giselle closed her parasol back up and wielded it once more as her weapon of choice. "Luckily for you, I have the rest of the night free to myself." She stated with an excited tone.

As William rolled his shoulders, he let a few cracks sound out as he limbered up his body. "Funny you should say that, I have the rest of the night as well." He replied in kind as his silhouette ignited with more fire.

Giselle's eyes curved up in delight from under her silhouette while she picked the hems of her cardigan under her silhouette, giving William a curtsey at his reply. "Let me formally introduce myself then."

With a swipe of her parasol in her right hand, and her other arm swiped to the other side, ice exploded outwards from her form. With the area around her frozen over, Giselle took her left arm and placed it across her chest. Looking directly at William's form, she gave a short bow. "I am known as Le tisserand de glace within Céline's ranks, or The Ice Weaver in your tongue."

Letting an amused sound escape from his lips, William gave a short bow of his head to Giselle. "Unlike with my dad, I will not hold back, I expect the same from you."

With the temperature dropping around Giselle to levels that caused snow to form, a whimsical laughter escaped from her lips. "Madame Céline expects nothing but the best from me, and I will give you just that."

With their brief chat finished, the area the fight resumed in became an explosion of intense fire and ice.

Chapter 37, France Arc, Trouble in Paris, part 5

While most people of Paris have turned in for the night, the activity over in the warehouse district was a different matter altogether. Explosions of fire and ice would erupt every few seconds, one warehouse would be engulfed in flames then the next second another warehouse would be encased in ice. The building that was engulfed in flames would be extinguished from an ice attack, while the other building that was encased in ice would be melted by an intense fire attack. This was one of the many after effects of a fight occurring.

Giselle's blue silhouette body came crashing through one of the frozen warehouses, landing on her back on the next street over before flipping backwards with the momentum of her body. With a large explosion of fire where she had landed on her back, William had landed with a fist driven into the ground. Looking quickly up at Giselle, he pulled his free arm back and punched his fist through the air. From William's punch into the air was a car-sized fist projected into fire towards Giselle.

With an angered look in her eyes, Giselle pointed her parasol towards the incoming fire fist. With an explosion of steam and ice, she had opened her parasol up to block the attack with her ice encasing the parasol. Giselle's eyes widened though when William had launched himself next to her while she was focused on blocking his attack; With a fierce electrical kick from William, Giselle found herself lodged into a wall of a warehouse… after going through two warehouses before it.

With an angered filled face, Giselle let a growl of frustration leave her mouth as she removed herself from her indentation on the warehouse's wall. This fight was not going the way she wanted it to.

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POV William

I have never gone this long in using my powers, and it was refreshing to not have to hold back. I have not felt any limits yet, and my body had yet to feel tired which was good.

Having kicked Giselle through a couple warehouses would give me a second to access my situation more, we had polar opposite elemental powers bar my lightning element but I could keep raising the heat of my flames. This fight would be a battle of attrition if she truly had nothing else to be busy with tonight, if that was the case then I needed to take the opportunity to try out all my stuff I have been working on with my fire and lightning. The night was still young as they would say, and neither of us seemed to be done.

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Cree knew William was bit of a powerhouse with his powers, go figure with who his family was, but when She and the rest of La Resistance had received the Acid solutions from Madame Antoinette they had all Hightailed it out to back up William. It was not until they reached the warehouse district that they realised backing up William was out of the question, not unless they wanted to get caught in the crossfire.

The leader of the French sector for the Teen's Rebellion, Marianne, let her brows furrow before glancing at Cree. "I had thought the Commandant's powers were merely hyperbolic, just some hot smoke to assure everyone that our leader was not just some pushover." She stated with an amused look.

Cree gave the leader of France's sector a grin, "What, you didn't get to see footage from that Birthday bash we pulled off?" She asked, as the fight between William and Giselle went on in the distance.

Marianne let a scoff escape from her lips, "We had other priorities during that time." She stated with a grim look.

Letting an assuring look appear on her face, Cree let her hand rest on Marianne's shoulder. "Don't worry, well save your friends and allies. While William deals with whoever wields all that ice, we can take the opportunity to sabotage most of that clothing line with Madame Antoinette's solution." She said with a challenging grin.

Marianne let a smirk firm on her face, "Yes, tonight the La Resistance will bring down that horrid woman for once."

As the battle between the two elemental users went on in the distance, the Teens proceeded to do their part in the operation to take down Sézanne.

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"Why don't you just stay down like the rest?" Giselle gritted out while she and William had a fist planted into each other's cheek, before pulling her fist back to swing her parasol up towards William's torso.

Meeting her attack with a recently acquired rebar enveloped in his cloak and fire, William stopped her parasol before it could connect with his body. "I will never just go down like the rest!" He snapped at her with a fierce look.

With a swipe with the rebar across Giselle's parasol, William aimed to hit her shoulder with an explosive lightning-infused fire attack. Maneuvering her ice-covered parasol to parry his attack, Giselle let ice build up within her weapon to swing at William's head after her parry.

Acting quickly on his reflexes, William brought the rebar back to block her attack, resulting in a large explosion of steam from their powers meeting each other again. William let fly an axe fire kick towards Giselle's side right after their weapons had connected, Giselle unable to react in time right after their attacks connected, went careening off into a semi Truck's trailer. She had ended up inside with some residual flames on her side from William's attack.

Getting up to put the fire out, Giselle growled in fury. "Madame Céline expects the best from me, I can not lose to this swine!" She cursed in her mother tongue.

Outside with William, he let out a breath of excitement. "I am not gonna lie, it feels refreshing to actually let loose for once." He hollered over to Giselle while she hopped out from the trashed trailer.

Patting herself off of debris from her silhouette, Giselle gave William a scathing look from her eyes. "Enjoy it while you can, for tonight I will be sure it will be your last!" She stated as the ground beneath her frosted over.

With a grandiose flourish of the rebar he had in his hand, William gave her a gesture for more. "Oh I am far from done hun." He taunted

Grinding her teeth in annoyance, "I will be sure to correct that!" Giselle spat out heatedly.

Interlude, A quick solution

Madame Antoinette was not a happy woman.

She just watched the fashion show that Celine Monet had put up through the use of her drones that she had latched onto the unsuspecting young Commandant of all the Teen's Rebellion when he left the store after he took the two tickets from her. Wayne Stark knows many odd teens in his life and she's quite glad that the boy is doing well outside his time with the HSC. To see those crimes against fashion in her own eyes was something that she would never forgive the woman for.

Fashionable clothes are meant to have its wearers be proud that of. Fashionable clothes are the extension of its wearer's expression and personality. Fashionable clothes are meant to be a show of its wearer's good points and magnificence, accentuated by what they wore.

What the woman did to those teens and children were horrible. None of them looked like they are having fun. In fact, all she saw was dullness, bleakness and the dying ember of a screaming soul who is trapped within those... those... disgusting clothes. It doesn't help that some of the teens were her clients who never picked up their finished custom orders for weeks.

Ever since she saw what the woman planned on doing decades ago, she had always been using her business to get many people to buy from artisans rather than some large brand names. She She has no desire to work for a company after two years under Sezanne and she was glad that she chose to work independently.

Her works will not be associated with Adult Villainy and the sight of those abominations had infuriated further the more she studied both the video and her captive, a teen model that she had her Amelié capture once that horse and pony show was over and the teen was caught in his unawares.

The teen model was struggling to escape but to no avail. The tentacles grip his body tightly and bounded his arms and legs as to prevent his escape.

"LET ME GO! I MUST RETURN TO SEZANNÉ! I HAVE TO RETURN TO MAMA BEFORE SHE GETS MAD AT ME!" the poor, Delightfulized Teen shouted as he struggled and shouted to no avail.

She did make sure that her boutique has noise cancelling barriers to keep anyone from hearing the noises within her workshop room. A screaming teen was one of those noises that will never leave her room.

During her Cartel days, Madame Antoinette had a distinct interest in chemistry that is large as her desire in fashion. She had created many chemical solutions and byproducts like perfumes cleaning materials and soaps. They were quite fun to make and it does save her money to buy her own toiletries and household cleaning agents when she can make it herself. However, she created acids from time to time that targets specific materials. Clothes were one of the things she created specific acids for when many of her old clients wanted to embarrass someone due to the actions of the other. It was an interesting pet project of hers and she always wanted to create the perfect acid that can melt into what anyone can wear without injuring the wearer.

The clothes of the brainwashed teenage boy was clearly made of tough materials that Celine would use to prevent it from being simply destroyed through normal means and can only be taken off if the owner wills it. It has a degree of it being fireproof too so burning it will take some time. The mildly intoxicating threads that it uses combined with a special dye laced with unknown substances that she has never seen before and will call "The Delightful Dye" that could cause havoc to the ones at its closest proximity would prevent the wearer from even thinking about taking off. She can smell some stench beneath the perfume on the boy and she can tell that the effect must be strong and the formula was not perfect enough but still strong to make the poor thing a thrall to his own clothing that he possibly refuses to take it off.

She is truly glad that no one outside of very few people knew who she was and what things that she is planning on doing to help accelerate the destruction of Celine's plans.

Madame Antoinette has no time to experiment on what were the effects that her new acid spray need to neutralize first so she made it strong enough to destroy both the dye and the thread at the same time. She made this formula from the Rainbow Monkey Island's rainbow sea pig's acidic sludge extracts that she bought from her Cartel friend with an obsession with marine life by the gallons, a vicious digestive mucus from the Amazonian Fly Eating Giant Flower that she had in jars and one of her friends harvest in their greenhouse farms, clothes eating planktons that she carefully cultivated in her fish tank and made resistant to chemicals she mixed up along with the first two ingredients and bleach. She also added a powerful medicinal agent that would shock the mind of the Delightfulized teenager into normalcy, mint scented and enhanced with smelling salts to maximize the strength of the awakening effect. She can smell the sharp and cooling scent and she hasn't started to spray yet.

The teenager may end up naked once the spraying starts but it was better than being in those clothes.

"NO... STOP... help me... KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!... do it... NO!... please do it now!" the Delightfulized teenage boy was struggling to stay as the dominant personality as his mind is fighting to control the body once more, "NOOOO!... YEEEEESSSS!"

"Don't worry, Remy, this will not hurt a bit." Madame Antoinette wore her specialized gloves to keep the liquids of the spray to get in contact with her skin, grabbed onto the acid spray and pulled the trigger of her spray once and onto the clothes of the teen.

She did not expect Remy to start thrashing about in just one spray. His mind was overwhelmed by the scent of special spray as Amelie the tentacle drone kept the boy on hold. The clothes started to sizzle and hiss as the liquid began to first destroy the dye until the bland white underneath it is showing and also began to eat away into the clothes. The planktons have mutated to multiply as it ate clothes thanks to the environment she let it grow on as she fed it all sorts of clothing made of anything resembling plant fibers and animal extracts and so far, it was getting faster and faster as it ate.

He screamed in gibberish as the effects of the clothes started to leave him and the boy's upper clothes began to dissolve faster after five seconds. The solution was very potent that Madame Antoinette noticed that it's starting to work its way to the lower torso and she had to turn away from the boy and had her drones cover him up until only his head could be seen and nothing below his neck exposed.

Remy screamed in his dull monotonous voice one last time as the Delightfulized personality died along with the last clothing scrap on his body. His head then slumped, tired, gasping for air and shocked by the ordeal that he went through. He was groggy as the hissing stopped and and his struggling finally stopped. The scent left by the spray was still strong and it got his consciousness back. When he finally looked up, he saw Madame Antoinette, holding her spray and was smiling at him.

"Where... where am I? I was at Sezanne, infiltrating the place until someone forced me into those ugly clothes and..." he looked around and saw many robots around him. He is still restrained by Amelie and his body is covered in drones that formed to keep him from becoming truly naked, "Madame... Madame Antoinette? What just happened? What happened to my teammates? Am I in a Rebellion base?"

"Well, you could say Sezanne is planning on doing something nefarious, my client. By the way, you are at Fleur de Bleau and your custom order is completed. You might want to wear it after a quick bath once you go and rendezvous with your friends, young man. Paris has its own sets of laws against exhibitionism after all" Madame Antoinette caused the boy to be shocked as he realized that he is in a state of undress.

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After half an hour that his mind is back and he has taken a quick bath to remove the stinging scent, Remy of the Teen's Rebellion French Division ran as fast as he could outside the Boutique with box full of clothes eating acid solutions in five spray bottles Madame Antoinette created for him to carry around and bring back to his base. He was headed towards the base of the French Rebels as fast as his legs could take him. When the Madame told him that she knew of the the Rebellion and how their overall commander was walking into a potential trap, he had to get the rebels together to reinforce him and also be able to rescue their comrades from those hypnotic clothing. He needed to alert everyone of what was in the Sezanne's headquarters as soon as possible.

The fact that he also helped while in his Delightfulized state in capturing other Rebellion Infiltrators and made them like him pissed him off greatly and he wanted to see to it that the whole establishment goes down in a barrage of pepper fire and tactical paint bomb explosions. He owe his branch so much after what he had done in his treacherous state and he needs to repay the debt he owes starting today. Shame, anger, humiliation and self-depreciation was going through his mind and the best way he could think to salve these emotions were to see to it that all of Sezanne's brands will be in ruins once he personally run them all down with all sorts of firepower he could think of.

He wanted revenge after all and nothing will stop him from taking one against the ones that wronged him and his people after what he went through. Though he needs to get to the other side of the city from the district he is at. Hopefully, he makes it in time over there.

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"Well, as promised, I'll be sending you the money from my bank accounts as a compensation for making that solution in one night after its discovery, Madame Antoinette." Wayne nodded at the video conference with the Boutique Owner, Fashionista and Accomplished Chemist nodded to confirm that she received her payment.

"Oh it was nothing, my dear Wayne. Your Commandant was quite a charming boy to be honest. I would have personally came along with him too had he not have someone else in mind, you know?" Madame Antoinette smiled coyly while the Logistics Head sighed in exasperation, "Come now, surely you have thought about finding love, yes?"

"I... am not that interested in those kinds of things..." he turned his head and looked away at the grinning Madame Antoinette while she held a robotic drone that carried a small package on it, "So, you're sending one to Cree as well?"

"Well, I doubt that she'll want to be left behind while the French la Resistance fought against that vile woman and her disgusting clothes, yes?" she answered before chuckling to herself and letting the drone jet away to the place where the Lincolns are staying with the package that can help them in their fight against the what traps Sezanne could potentially have, "Besides, no one does suspect my other talents outside of skills as a fashionista, my dear Wayne."

"Damn shame you don't have your own robotic army at your beck and call." Wayne pointed out as Madame Antoinette pouted a little.

"Come now, you know that I do not specialize in fighting directly. My specialty after all had been utilization and reconnaissance when it comes to controlling my robots." she said in a faux sad tone as she took out a wine glass and bottle to drink for the Rebellion's success.

Madame Antoinette, the HSC Alumni feels that tonight will be an interesting one. She cannot wait to see the look of that woman's face once her tools are cast down and her works burned down.

Chapter 38, France Arc, Trouble in Paris, part 6

Just before Giselle and William's fight started up again, William let a fireball form into his free hand and fed his fire into the ball. The size began to increase at an alarming rate, and she intended to attack him while he was busy, but before she could get any closer William threw the large fireball encased in lightning into the clouds in the sky.

With an incredulous look form in her eyes under her silhouette, Giselle let a crack of laughter leave her mouth. "Is the fight that taxing on you that your aim is that bad!?" She chortled before hearing wind pick up in the air.

Looking up towards the clouds where William threw his attack towards, with her own eyes she witnessed a Cumulonimbus cloud form from whatever William did with his fireball. With a jerk of her body to look straight at her opponent, Giselle gave an angered look towards him. "Big whoop, you made a rain cl…" before she could finish her sentence lightning began striking out from the cloud.

Giving Giselle a welcoming gesture, William let chuckle escape from his lips. "Let's keep going, you're not afraid of a little rain and lightning, with a little thunder are you?" He taunted.

Launching herself with a furious yell, Giselle was just about to attack with her parasol when a lightning bolt struck William's Rebar that he held in a ready position. When the rebar was struck, just as fast as it was struck, William slammed his weapon down onto Giselle's parasol.

The attack ended in an explosion of a static and lightning ball that expanded from the epicenter of the two, and dissipated after several yards. As the dust settled from the crater formed from the attack, Giselle could be seen face down with her body smoking. William on the other hand no longer held the rebar in his hand, the stress too much and was reduced to ashes in his hand.

William's silhouette body had static buzzing all over it from the aftermath of the lightning strike, with some small wafts of smoke leaving his shoulders. Giselle's body began to move, before a groan of pain escaped from her. Stepping back from Giselle, William held his palm out to the side.

From the storm clouds, a lightning bolt struck out towards his hand. With a grasp on the bolt, William worked to will his silhouette to cover the bolt of lightning and cover it. With a hum of plasma emitting from his hand, William placed his other hand onto the pseudo sword of elemental plasma. With both hands on the 'hilt', the weapon began to stabilize.

As Giselle stood up from her spot, she gave William a heated look. "Do not think I can be beat that easily!" She stated with an even tone that almost went into a growl of anger.

With surprising speed she had appeared from her spot to infront of William in a short time span, and began swinging her parasol with both her hands. Each time their weapons connected, a loud boom echoed in the air from the force of them blocking and hitting each other's weapons.

Giselle wanted nothing more than to finish this fight with her winning, and with that in mind she had an idea of a technique to try. As they kept clashing their weapons, Giselle began to form dry ice around her legs. Just as they clashed their weapons once again, she performed a roundhouse kick towards William's side.

So caught up in their trading of attacks, William found himself launched through a warehouse and into the next warehouse's exterior wall. Landing not far from William after hopping over the Warehouse, Giselle covered her mouth as she chortled with amusement. "Oh my, it seems you are stuck, need some help?" She taunted, finally glad to return the favor of being sent through warehouses.

Shaking his head to get his focus back, William pulled his arms out and slammed them into the wall to plop himself out and land on his feet. With a breath of relief, William stared down at Giselle with an unnerving gaze and frown.

Both combats had evident signs of the battle taking a toll on them, their breaths were ragged and their postures gave evidence of their state of mind. In a sudden motion from William, he raised the lightning bolt in his hand with both hands. "Ad cinerem!" He yelled into the air.

Before Giselle could react in time, a lightning bolt struck her. She let out a painful Yelp, but William raised his bolt into the air again. "Ad fumum!" He yelled again, causing a couple lightning bolts to strike the dazed Giselle on her spot.

With a spasm of pain, Giselle let out a silent gasp of a wail. Throwing his bolt towards her this time, "Pulverem!" William shouted once more as the attack connected with Giselle into an explosion of lightning.

As the dust began to settle from the onslaught of attacks from William, both fighters were evidently on their last breaths. With a wheeze coming from Gissele, she struggled to stay on her legs and glare at William.

With an infuriated growl leaving her mouth, Giselle shook her head. Before she could state what was in her mind, William beat her to the punch. "What is your dream to fulfill?" He asked her with a serious look and tired tone.

Letting off a scoff, "What is this all a sudden? Need some questions answered before you collapse?" Giselle asked with a smug tone, trying to put up a facade to mask her pain and tired state.

Letting the lightning dissipate from his hand, William stepped forward. "Do you even bother to ask yourself what motivates you to keep going?" He asked with his eyes narrowed towards her.

A growl escapes through Giselle's throat, "My duty to Céline is what motivates me, but I do not expect an American swine like you to understand." She retorted.

With a disappointed look on his face, William shook his head. "So you would blindly follow someone no matter how awful they are?" He pointed out with a heated tone, walking ever so closer in their impromptu debate.

Grinding her teeth in anger, "I do not need to take that from you!" She shouted with fury, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Madame Céline has always given me nothing short of praise for all my efforts." Giselle stated in a resolute tone.

With only a few feet separating them, William let a disappointed sound escape from his mouth. "But have you ever done anything for yourself or even something without needing someone else's approval?" He rebuked.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up SHUT UP!" Giselle yelled as she had enough of this talk and let a punch fly towards William's face, so caught up in her anger that she did not even bother to imbue her punch with her ice.

Taking the punch straight in the nose, William ate the punch like it was breakfast gave Giselle a heated look, and swiftly grabbed her wrist. "What is a teen without a dream?" He said while squeezing the wrist, eliciting a pained yell from Giselle. Not one to let this go by, she tried to swing her icy parasol in her other hand at William.

With his free hand covered in flames, William caught the weapon before it could connect. "What do you want to do when you are an adult!" He asked with a furious look. "Surely under all that obedience to a mad woman, lies a girl that wanted to do something better than that!" William furiously yelled.

As Giselle tried to pull her parasol from his grip, her other arm was released, but before she could react in time William had sent his fist flying into her cheek. "I despise nothing more than blind obedience!"

Giselle was sent into a daze from the force of the punch; she found her face punched once again as she still held onto her parasol along with William on the other end. "You need to start questioning your life! Ask what you really want in life!" William yelled furiously

With another punch that sent her sprawling on the ground, Giselle had relinquished her hold onto her parasol after taking the third punch. "Stop looking up to some mad woman on how to live your life!" William sternly said with a scornful look.

A groan left Giselle's lips, before her silhouette dissipated. Trying to sit up from her spot, she could only manage to glare towards William before collapsing back down. "Stupid American swine, I don't need people like you to tell me how live my life." Giselle muttered under breath in her native tongue, before passing out from the blunt force attacks combined with the fight that had taken a toll on her.

As the storm clouds began to settle down, a light rain began to fall. With a sigh from William, he slapped his face as he groaned to himself. "I don't know why I am even bothering doing this." He said to himself as he took Giselle by the feet and dragged her into one of the warehouses. Once William had placed her inside, He began to head out only to notice the rain began to pick up.

"I hope Cree and the rest are faring okay on their end." William whispered to himself.

Chapter 39, France Arc, Trouble in Paris, part 7

The Sezanne's other warehouses held the delightfulizing clothes that will be sold in many stores once morning hits. Many parents and adults who do not know better will end up buying such clothes that will be detrimental to children and teenagers who wore them. Cree saw how those clothes sapped away whatever will that they had, only monotonous dullness and lifeless obedience to any adult within their range. Back then, she thought about serving Father since the KND was about to decommission her but when William asked her that one question, she wished she could travel back in the past to slap herself for even thinking that.

Why would she let someone like Father boss her around, let alone follow the norm of the world?

She is really glad that she followed William and helped him establish the Teen's Rebellion. The fact that she can still have a normal relation with her sister even though she's a teenager is a bonus and doesn't feel out of place since teens nowadays are not like the teens her times.

Now, she, Marianne and La Resistance had decimated two out of the four warehouses that held those disgusting clothes, made sure that the assembly lines that made those clothes were beyond repair, pillaged and plundered places that held records and resources that they could use, vandalized what they couldn't bring back and ruined the supply storages that allowed them to create the delightfulizing clothes until they were nothing but scraps and memories. Cree was surprised that she found a French KND operative amongst the number of delightfulized children and teens that were guarding those places but Marianne was able to bring him back to his senses once more through the use of the Acid Solution and he asked if he can contact his fellow operatives to reinforce the French Teen rebels who were now in the process of destroying as much of Sezanne's assets as possible.

The Sezanne's employees and enthralled teens and kids had been retreating to their last two warehouses while they continued their campaign of destroying Sezanne headquarters. They've also moved what assets they could save in those warehouses and strengthened the defenses there. They've fortified the area and now the teens are being forced to take cover as the two warehouses had started to fire everything at their direction.

"Marianne, looks like those guys are giving their all to keep us from destroying everything." Cree, in her armor spoke to the regional commander of the French Rebels, who is also in her armor and on one hand, a water jet pistol and on the other, a mace capable of projecting enough volts to shock her opponents until they were stunned.

"I can see that, cherie." Marianne looked at her CAVE's map app and saw more rebels converging in another area that was the least guarded by the defenders and on the farther north of the Warehouses, the KND operatives in France are rushing in to provide more assistance to the attackers, "Emile, is your men in position?"

"We are, mademoiselle! The men at arms are prepared to vanquish these villains and bring back our amis, be they petit or adolescent!" the excited teen on the other side of the line who is clearly speaking in old French confirmed their readiness to Marianne

"Knight Squadrons A to D, it's your time to enter the stage! Charge and start demolishing those defense lines!" Marianne pointed at the defensive lines that are lined with cannons being manned by their Delightfulized comrades and kids who were unaware of that fired paralyzing pellet rounds at them.

Once Marianne said her orders, there was a small cloud of dust that appeared at the side of the warehouse. Cree used her helmet's armor to zoom in on what was causing the the clouds and what she saw was a dozen motorcycle riders in knight like getup and on their hand is a shock lances that are capable of shooting out arcs of electricity to stun their foes that comes too close to it and even has a mode that allows it to shoot the limited ammunition within it. In their case, their lances are filled with flashbang rounds.

The French Cavalry disoriented the defenders once they unloaded their lances, they've crashed into the defensive lines, their motorcycles having forcefields built specifically to allow it to push off obstacles that gets in the way have caused a great deal of destruction to what defenses that the Sezanne employees have left. The riders then made a stop, got off their motorcycles to put away their lances then unsheathe their shock swords and maces to assault the now defenseless warehouses and stun the still conscious delightfulized teens and children who needs to be sprayed right away.

"We can't just let them hog all the fun!" Remy said as he looked at the brawl going on at the front of the last two warehouses that were still intact in Sezanne.

"Agreed! La Resistance, charge!" Marianne put on her helmet after she ordered her charge.

Cree and the rest followed as they went to the now defenseless warehouses that the Knight Squads are currently destroying with impunity. Cree used her new spray blaster gun to shoot at the delightfulized defenders who are screaming and writhing as their clothes disappear and their minds come back. Some tried to get close to her with batons and pin shooters but she was able to catch on to their attempts to attack her from behind and she immediately shut them down by throwing an unconscious minion employee to them that she found on the ground, causing them to stumble to one of the Knights who grabbed the struggling thralls and keeping them in his two iron grips while a teen rebel sprayed on the two.

Once more, Cree was lucky she's not the one getting sprayed here. Because the people here are going to be needing some time off after this. She already saw so many naked bodies and it was a good thing that La Resistance brought covers for them to use and looted expensive curtains to use as cover for the stripped people.

She took out five more delightfulized teens and kids as she fought alongside the French Rebels and cared little for the collateral damage. After all, this is a place that supported adult villainy so no love is lost if this place goes up in flames. However, one of the Sezanne's minions dropped rolls of cloth on her, causing her to be dazed and lay prone on the ground. Cree noticed that there are more delightfulized kids and they have tools that will cause her armor to be removed and clothes that will turn her into one of them. She struggled to take the heavy things off of her as her spray blaster was also in it. However, her armor was not able to give her the strength boost she needs as it ran low on power just to her inconvenience.

However, Marianne came to her aid by stunning two kids who were about to destroy Cree's armor and shot blasts of Acid Solution on the other five delightfulized kids. One tried to lunge but she was a quick draw despite her current getup and shot a jet of water on the kid's clothes. The other kid tried to hit her with a blaster gun but was deflected by her mace's swing and got sprayed as well. One kid latched on the head of Marianne and was slowly taking her helmet off despite the magnetic clamps on it until Cree was able to free herself from the debris and shot the kid with a jet of Acid Solution.

"Thanks for the save, Marianne." Cree said in a grateful tone while she shot two kids that Marianne stunned and checked on her battery's status

"Oh no, you saved me back there, Cree. How about I make it up to you later?" Marianne smiled underneath her helmet as she gave Cree a hand to get herself up.

"Well, not if I make it up to you first." Cree chuckled as she and Marianne charged in to find more teens and kids to spray and things to destroy.

The chaos in the last two warehouses grew even larger the moment KND French operatives with Abigail in tow coming in to help in destroying what is left of Sezanne and evacuate the kids while the teens fought off what little resistance was left in Sezanne.

By the time dawn strikes, Sezanne was now in ruins. The French Rebels were tired but they've done their worst on Celine Monet's assets. They made sure that they not only destroyed what they could but also acquire information on how many have the company sent to other countries for other rebel forces to begin their search and destroy missions. Marianne wants to make sure that there will be no traces of those clothes will be left to be worn by anyone.

Chapter 40, France Arc, Fighting a Concerto part 1

-Morning after The night of the Rebellion's attack on all of Sézanne's warehouses and factories-

I Had woken up with a definite bit of soreness from the fight last night, but I was glad Cree and La Resistance managed to take out most of Sézanne's warehouses and factories that produced those awful clothes. It was well into noon, that I was nursing some bruises while sitting on a couch.

Receiving a knock on my door led me to thinking it was either Cree or Marianne, what I did not expect was Céline herself right before me with an amused look.

I was left dumbfounded to understand my situation, I did not think she would just stroll right up to face me or something. I had to forcibly blink to shake myself out of my stupor. "...uh, welcome…hm…" furrowing my brow to grasp my thoughts on my situation.

Céline let a light hearted chortle escape from her lips, "You definitely take after your father…" she mused while holding her hands in a thinking position, before crossing them. "Nevertheless boy, I hope you enjoyed your win against my dear Giselle." She tutted with a shake of her head, "My company may have taken a brutal hit from your Rebellion, but…" she sighed airily as if the events last night were merely an inconvenience.

I could hear alarm bells going off in my head the way she talked, and before I knew it I found myself buried underneath rubble. My ears rang a deafening tone as I was laying down on my back under rubble, trying to gather my senses and make sense of what had just happened.

Thinking back as best as I could, Céline had pulled out what looked like a very stylized conductor's baton from her sleeve. In a swift motion she had swiped the small stick across from her, and a faint tone of music echoed in the room. An unseen force had ejected me out the room through the hotel's room, and sent me flying into the next building over.

Pushing the rubble off from me and standing up, my legs felt like jello and my hearing began to come back. Slapping myself to get the daze out of me, I shook my head to gather myself. Was that Habanera playing in the air? From behind me I could hear the clack of heels stepping through the room, "The rod will not be spared for you unfortunately." Céline tutted, and before I could turn to face her I once again found myself buried in debris and rubble.

Squeeze my eyes from the pain of the attack, and hissing from my teeth from my bruises throbbing. I picked myself out from the rubble I had been buried under, and found myself within a concert hall. Any other time I would gaze around to appreciate the architecture, but I had a terrible situation on my hands…is she singing the aria of Carmen Habanera? Around me the stage I had landed on began to shift and transform, and before I knew it the place had become a grand amphitheater.

Once the Aria had finished from Céline, I could finally see her walk down one of the stairways leading down towards the stage between the seats. I do not know if I was out of my league for her or not…and I'm not even talking about dating wise, now is not the time for that!

As Céline made her way to the stage, I looked around for a way to escape but I doubted I would make it far. "There will be no leaving this concerto, boy." She tsk her tongue as she stepped upon the stage with a passive look with a frown.

Looking directly at Céline in the eyes, I tried to think of how to defend myself from whatever she was able to do. Right as she waved her baton through the air, Céline began singing another aria. I suddenly felt like I had been punched in the stomach, doubling over with a wheeze and gritting my teeth as I struggled to stand up…I did not think I would get my shit kicked in while listening to an aria of Gianni Schicchi.

I kept my face up to glare at Céline, I needed to quickly figure out how to counter her powers. Before I could stand back up, I felt my face get hit as the aria picked up from Céline's voice. Stumbling backwards on my feet from the force, I tried to gain my bearings only to be launched into the air from what felt like an upper punch to my chin.

Struggling to stand back up from the attack, I tried to gather up my own fire, but all I managed was a sputter of fire from my palms as a soundwave from Céline's aria destabilized the air around me…wait…

As Céline finished up her singing, she gave me an amused grin. As she swiftly waved the stick through the air, another familiar melody echoed in the amphitheater. Freaking Ride of the Valkyries, and from Céline's singing several constructs of flying horses ridden by the sort of women of the very title of the score. Thrusting my palm out to send out a static pulse of electricity towards the constructs, I needed something to counter her powers.

As the constructs charged towards me, the static pulse I had thrown out hastily was passed through by the Valkyries on their horses. I could only grit my teeth in pain as I was stabbed in the stomach and face by blunt weapons, and trampled over as the aria finished up.

As I lay on the floor face down, I placed my hands on the floor to pick myself up. In the peripherals of my vision, I could see Céline's feet in high heels. She walked up to me and looked down with a smile, "Act one has just begun boy, try to keep up through the next two if you can." Célina maliciously stated with a grin.

For the record of those next few hours, I can at least say I did not give her the pleasure of letting out any screams of pain. I wanted to scream, to cry in pain, but I needed to endure and survive as she put me through the ringer. I needed to put up a look of defiance, and never give her any look of defeat.

-scene change-

My senses came back to me as I heard silence for once, looking up from the floor I noticed I was back in the concert hall I had landed in. I tried to get up, but the best I could do was drag myself across the stage. I did not see Céline anywhere which led me to believe she had left some time ago in my collapse in consciousness.

With another attempt to pick myself up and at least sit up against the wall near the side of the stage, I let out a silent painful yelp as I pulled my upper body up with the help of the stage's curtains. My arms had nasty burns and cuts, I could feel something warm fall down my forehead that had the distinct smell of blood as it reached my chin.

I could still feel my legs and toes as I wiggled my toes to check, moving my knees gave me a sigh of relief that Céline didn't cause too much damage to my body. I couldn't call Cree or anyone else seeing as how I don't have my C.A.V.E. on me, I leaned my head back and sighed in frustration.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see the backstage door that led to the dressing room. I was most likely able to find a phone somewhere in here, but that required me to move in a badly wounded state. With a sigh of frustration, I bit back a hiss of pain as I began dragging my way through the backrooms of the concert hall.

I would need to start a new regiment of training after I recover from this mess, maybe practice in music with my piano skills…something or anything that might help counter Céline's powers…cartoon logic or not, recovering from these wounds was going to be an unpleasant affair.