"Hmmmm… isn't this a bit much?" Blade wasn't sure about this at all. Today was her first 'date' with Amal or well one where they were going out. And both Flaxa, her mum, and her aunt, Lucia, were going a bit overboard with preparations.

"Ts. Ts. Ts. Blade, you're going out to one of the fanciest restaurants in Magix City. You can't go there in combat boots," Lucia laughed out loud. "How often do we need to tell you that?"

"You look beautiful, dear, you're smashing that outfit," Flaxa sorted out her daughter's dreadlocks carefully and pinned some of the newest hair accessories from Zenith into it.

"It's smashing short…" Blade stared down below she was sitting in front of the huge mirror in her uncle's house rags full of clothes and dresses behind her. She already felt so exhausted from putting so many on after two hours the decision had fallen on a short slim-fit dress, a bit too short when sitting for her taste. Nonetheless, yes, it looked stunning. A fine shiny fabric in glamorise grey to silver. Elegantly it ruffled and was embroidered with typical Zenith prints of this season a true designer piece.

Flaxa laughed, "Youuu, my little girl, need to loosen up. If you're that prude you'll never catch a gentleman." She laughed so hard. She was so happy to see Blade do normal stuff and enjoy her free time. Finally, something without knives, swords or magic.

"Right? When I wrapped your Uncle around my fingers I-" Lucia wanted to elaborate but Flaxa pinched her in her arm she was out of her little daze.

"Shhhhhhh, that's a story for another kind of date, Lucy," Flaxa could barely hold back laughing. They had been party animals back in the day.

Blade so often felt like the opposite. Her blue eyes gazed at her mum and aunt, "…. Do I want to know? Wait – aren't parents to scold their kids for going out underdressed?" She couldn't get a read on them today at all.

"But you're not underdressed you're gorgeous," Flaxa held her cheek shortly she was truly proud to see her daughter in something more feminine in person this time around. The pictures from dance class simply hadn't been enough.

"Yeah, short-dressed gets you further!" Lucia rejoiced and gave Flaxa a high five.

Blade just didn't know what to say, "…to think you two are the married ones…" She looked at the earring selection before her in this situation it was best to just ignore it, "So light green or… pastel green?" The two pairs looked mostly the same.

"Pastel."

"Light."

Blade shuttered as she felt the tension in the air, 'The heck is going on? And I thought the girls are worse. Next time I ask the Sorceresses…'

"Pastel? Are you crazy, Lucy? The light green ones bring out her eyes!" Flaxa disagreed heavily one could swear sparks were flying between them.

"Yes, but Pastel fits the dress better," Lucia held against it strong opinioned as ever. "You can't downgrade the whole look for her eyes."

"The eyes are the window to the SOUL, THE SOUL!"

"I'll… stretch my legs…" Blade mumbled and stood up to walk to the winter garden in the pant house. Beautiful flowers and plants growing there as always some even rare. "Those two are worse than Queen Stella…" A deep sigh as her fingers traced over some petals. Her eyes fell on her wrist. She wasn't used to not wearing the bracelet. She always had it on.

Yet there had been the announcement of another update for the software and some tests got moved forward so this Sunday they were useless junk anyway and Amal wanted to take her out on a date with no one watching them after all they had some things planned besides dinner. 'Hmmm, well, at least this time I don't need some stupid excuses or spells or Memphis gimmicks…'

Blade blushed as Amal's purple eyes just couldn't let off her. "Stop it…" She whispered and tucked at the dress. This was so nerve-wracking. The restaurant was truly top-notch. Blade could tell by the taste of the food. Basil sometimes brought some back or had chefs prepare meals. It all was worth to be served to a King or Queen. Not to mention all those people she spotted many royals or at least high-ranking nobles, Council members and celebrities if there had been a dance floor it would have been just like a festive ball. She was so tense any hick up here would make rounds.

Amal tried to hide his snickering, "I would bet you'd be calmer fighting a Reaper. Relax Blade. Everyone here is just here to have a good time."

"Looks more like plotting and business deals to me…" Blade stirred the wine in her glass of course they had drinks with magic spells on them so the alcohol wouldn't take effect.

"Blade," Amal ever so slightly touched her hands. "Relax, we're here to train you. You can't look at people so suspiciously on a ball. Even if you suspect them of doing something shady. It's a bad habit of yours." He had specifically requested a table that was a bit more hidden than others and on the highest floor so her reactions wouldn't be noticed all too quickly if at all.

Blade pulled her hand back stemmed her head on it and promptly got a kick against the shin. "Hey… alright, alright…" She sat up properly, "You know dates are supposed to be fun…" She still looked at all those forks and knives they hadn't even started to get their first course yet.

"Oh, I assure you watching you is always fun," Amal chuckled, "How can you be so bad at this…? It's the same as anywhere else."

"Right, so why aren't we sitting in some bar?" Blade rolled her eyes. It wasn't the fact that the table looked like an artwork and the chandeliers were as big as her. Lunarsteel and even at her Unkle's there were similar decorated rooms. No, it was solely that atmosphere of the high and mighty like it was possible to even breathe wrong.

Amal tilted his head his Zenith robes glistening in the candlelight, "Cause in that case I wouldn't see this rough diamond before me now."

"Your honey is dripping…" Blade huffed that sounded so cheesy.

Amal shook his head bemused, "You're bad at taking compliments. Guess another point to the to-do list."

Blade stared blandly at him, "You're impossible all is work with you." He teased her, she knew that, though with him he probably meant it as much as he jested.

"Show me something in the universe that isn't," Amal nodded to the approaching waiter. "Now remember fork goes to the mouth not the other way around."

"Yeah, yeah, you do know we have etiquette class, right?" Blade growled back.

Amal looked at her disapprovingly, "And yet you sound like a wild dragon… Knowing is not enough Blade. A ball evening is long and tedious YOU lack stamina," He paused as the waiter was close enough to hear, "Thank you, it looks delicious." He gave a nod to him.

"Of course, everything for the honour of King Cyros and the Council of Zenith, please enjoy," the waiter sat down the plates with what probably was the smallest bite Blade had ever seen. "The next course will be served shortly." The waiter excused himself.

Blade stared at that sad excuse of a meal and up to Amal, "What has our King Cyros to do with our date?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well… I can't pay for an evening in this establishment. Yet the King was so generous to reward me an evening with a person of my choosing for outstanding work in those police affairs," Amal bragged just a bit.

"Wait… so the king knows we're...?" Blade wasn't sure if that was a good or a creepy thing.

Amal smiled at her, "Blade, to some extent you are a celebrity yourself just as any other noble or star. We often meet within the Council. We do keep it on the down low but make no mistakes rats and snakes smell stories a mile away. And this most certainly will be proof to most." He could see how she got more restless, "Don't worry, I already have things in motion so this officially speaking is 'private' training for official balls."

Blade breathed out and took the one bite that the first course offered, delicious! So mouth-wateringly delicious. She could eat a thousand of those…she didn't even know what this was. There was definitely not enough of it. "So, you already planned ahead 'cause you knew I don't want us to be public like this. You're a devious mastermind."

"And you're a Warrior Queen without equal," Amal smirked back.

Blade laughed, "That's a bit farfetched don't you think? Without equal…"

Amal took a sip of his wine, "Well, it's a gentleman's creed to present a Lady with a bigger compliment in return.- Maybe you should take notes this is a most fruitful class." He enjoyed this way too much.

"Sure, if you pay for the lessons," Blade placed the fork down on the table again. "Though might be cheaper to let the King do the honours." She already could see the waiter coming with the next course.

"Hear, hear, to the health of King Cyros!" Amal raised his voice just a bit to turn a few eyes and some people raised a glass as well. "And that's the power of politics. Those people just now are either your biggest enemies or friends." He whispered to her before the waiter took their plates and set down the next mini course.

"Yoh, what's up?" Memphis grinned his dark brown hair a mess as always. "Oof, chilly today. Aren't you cold Blade?" He simply had to smirk at her getup it was a bit too tacky of course for a meet-up in the side streets of Magix City's outskirts and one didn't see her often like this. The streets weren't as buzzing anymore the late-night shows were over and anyone eating out was going home as well if they weren't already home. So the streets gave way to the rougher night crowd who were on their way to the outskirts of Magix City just like the three of them after they would make a stop at the hotel.

"Hey…" Amal ground his teeth already. He was fuming already he wasn't one to pick a fistfight. Especially with someone trained like a Specialist.

Blade sighed, "Amal, he's joking he only has eyes for Nebula. By the way…" She stepped closer to Memphis and gave him the sweetest smile.

Memphis flinched back and went for a block of her fist but got a kick to the shin with her high heels, "OOOOUUUUCCCHHH!" He staggered backwards. "I get it, I get it, Nebula wanted me to be at dance class. It just wasn't possible okay! I swear!"

"Mmmh, hmmmm," Blade's grin widened, „I hope for your sake she'll be as merciful the next time."

Memphis sighed as he rubbed his shin, "Yeah, I get it, okay. But I swear the mission got a lot more complicated. We weren't chilling on a tropical island this time around. It's hard work to mould those nobles into a top tear team…"

"Top tear? Those four? You do know you're still called the Chaos Squad due to the fact you're STILL pure chaos makers," Blade laughed so hard, "Top tear team…"

"Oooh, as if your Pandemonium isn't any less chaos you know," Memphis fired back to rectify his team. He was proud of his boys, well, more often nowadays.

"We got the better press," Blade stuck her tongue out, "honestly though, I'm amazed you survived Derek, Detlev, Kevin and Fletcher so far. I'd rather slay a dragon…" Blade shook her head, "Codatorta got you good that day." She noticed Amal was getting a bit tense as he felt a bit left out in sich quips.

"Hey, we are part of The Denied, it was as much your press as it was ours. You just stood front and centre," Memphis chuckled, "Ah, well, you'd be surprised. It's all a question of the teaching method."

Amal a bit too energetic stepped in, "Blade was the reason for The Denied," he made utterly clear. "Anyway, we're not here to chat around. I hope you got what we need. After all, I paid you…" As always, he was business first and didn't like to be left out on date night like that.

"Buddy, chill, Blade's way too much trouble. I'd never steal her," Memphis held his arms up in surrender.

Blade stared at them both, "Seriously, that would be basically on me, not any guy…Amal, don't worry I won't cheat on you, ever." She shortly squeezed his hands but as always he still had trouble showing such affection in public so she let go with a warm smile to reassure him once more.

"I know…" Amal looked a bit pained on the ground. Even though he was annoyed by himself it just was so hard for him, he was so nervous. He let out a huge sigh and intentionally relaxed, "Well, you got what we asked for?" His eyes fixated back on Memphis.

"I got you covered," Memphis tried to settle the boy's nerves however he noticed that Amal's smile was forced. "Two nice potions of transformations. They work for five hours once you chuck them." He pulled them out of his backpack that leaned against the wall. "Yours, Amal, is a simple young gangster type. So, there should be no chance of you catching some weird rumours." He carefully handed the boy his potion flask. "And of course, for the one and only Dreadlock, a Dreadlock potion. And boy I'm not kidding their prices have gone through the roof…" He handed the other to Blade who put it into her purse for now.

She blinked confused, "Their prices? ..." She was so bewildered by the statement. "You mean for tailored?" They left the alley to walk to the hotel where Blade and Amal would sleep over in their respective rooms. She still had to change before they could drink the potions and go to the bar.

"Ah, yes," Amal blew his turquoise bangs out of his face. "I heard there were shortages of the ingredients." He explained as he inspected the potion not that that would help him in any way.

Memphis whistled as he stretched. The streets were already emptying out, "No joke, you're well informed," Memphis was a bit surprised, "He's right, Blade, the harvests here on Magix and a few other Kingdoms were bad. Apparently, there was some fungus outbreak and it killed off a lot of plant cultures. Not to mention Dreadlock is an official persona in the underworld by now. So, I had to make a deal with Mobster Lobster to get it crafted."

"What do you mean?" Amal blinked puzzled. He made sure no one saw them and held them back as he peaked around the corner. The other two snickered a bit behind him.

"Simple, it's a security measure against impersonation. You don't want any idiot walking around looking like Dreadlock. The underworld might be shady at times depending on how deep you go, but there are also lots of businesses that are just more discrete or done by Sorceresses which are all legal stuff, they simply can't pay for expensive store fees or well want to be hit by scrutinising eyes. I heard from Dusk that The Denied want to fund a store however it's hard to find a place for rent or sale. So, Sorceresses still go to the black markets and sell there. And guys like Lobster make sure their…brands?... are well protected. The fight bar might be illegal in the legal sense cause it's not an official stadium or event. Yet he always has healers on standby and he protects the stage personas against impersonation. You could call it a gym if it wasn't for the bets…" Memphis shrugged, "Yeah, I'm not sure how he keeps in business running with the Council in town. I do know though, he doesn't collect debts like a gangster crashing through doors and he does hand out information to officials given good reason…" He pondered as they walked around the corner and saw the hotel coming up.

"Maybe an informant?" Amal was a bit intrigued for sure.

Blade shook her head, "Don't think so otherwise Faragonda would know everything about my … screw up in my first Sorceress mission."

Amal nodded as he rubbed his chin, "Or they are better actors than we give them credit for. What were you doing back then though? That was an incredible amount of paperwork, my dear Warrior Queen."

"Ah, well, some secrets the battlefield will never reveal," Blade grinned at him. Besides Memphis and Dusk, she hadn't talked about what had happened that day not even Basil knew the full story and he had handed out a job to John so he would be able to take care of his daughter Lilly.

It took only a few minutes before Blade and Amal were checked in at the hotel. Blade changed from her dress into some training clothes. Both drank their potions in their respective suites each and then they met up in Blade's room and she flew them out of the hotel in secret leaving a window open for their return. Memphis simply put some clothes over his training suit he wasn't all too big on the secret part. He knew Codatorta had figured that one out. Not to mention Riven had introduced him to that fight bar and Mobster Lobster way back then before he even knew Blade. The group of three quickly made their way to the fight bar, after all their five hours were ticking.

"Hey, stranger," Steffi greeted Blade, "It's been a while… did magic items become cheaper again, Witch?" She asked with a chuckle.

Blade sighed she knew Steffi was only teasing her but she got to her every time. "It's Sorceress…" She stretched her arms once more this would be a long night. "Any good challengers here tonight?"

"Oh, you bet," Steffi slapped her on the back which made Blade nearly stumble. "Counting on you to win, Dreadlock. My bets are on you." They took a left into the backstage.

"She will," Amal was still trying his best to get used to his new look. The persona was so beefed up and so…dirty…roughed up? He couldn't quite place it. It was as far away from his normal look as he could possibly have thought of. He had to calm down; it was so loud and crowded in the basement of the fight club. He didn't want to start some brawl by simply bumping into the wrong guy. He shook his head and his eyes lit up in determination. He had to get a grip, this were the frontlines… a bit. "With my help, we'll get you up to speed in no time. Fane won't beat you like that again. Trust me, I'll find a way for you." He was so dead-serious.

"Fane?" Steffi asked confused as she guided them through the side halls to the lockers. "Sounds like you got beef. She's a fighter?"

"Oh, yes, the Vampire flattened her and her friends in three seconds," Memphis laughed so hard. He smirked at Amal. "So, you tagged along to help her train, ahhh, and I thought you just wanted to watch her go, Admin." Since Amal had taken the potion he couldn't use his real name but his little Denied chat name had a good underworld ring to it.

"Not everyone slacks off like you," Amal countered.

Steffi snickered at their youthful antics, "Ooh, got told off by the big boss."

Memphis had to laugh there, "Well, you heard the man, Steffi. You won't find a better Admin than this one."

Amal glared at him. Of course, he knew those kinds of compliments, "Don't worry Dreadlock, this is the perfect place to train. We're going to optimise your attacks and next time it's Fane who will run for it." He was fired up to say it mildly and had already procured his little portable computer from the backpack.

The air vibrated in cheers and shouts filled with the smell of booze and sweat. The Maggi clinked and ruffled in the better's hands. Blade and Venom had been at it for ten minutes by now. The air was electrified as this was the moment of truth. "Ooooh, this will be a close one, people!" The promoter riled the crowd up. "Who will win this wrestling match!? Both are relentless, both want the glory! Who. Will. Be. VICTORIOUS?!"

"Dreadlock, woooh!" A crazy fan close to the right roared more or less into Blade's ear as he was so close only bouncers keeping him at bay.

The guy next to him was equally enthusiastic and a true fan, "Venom, show her your bite! Dreadlock will never forget your crushing entangle! She's got nothing on you!"

Another crowd more in the back began its chant as both Blade and Venom tried their best to get the upper hand, both on the ground both close to knocking the other unconscious, "Bitch fight, bitch fight, bitch fight!"

"WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Blade gasped for air Venom had wrapped around her torso with her legs and was squeezing the air out of her. While she finally managed to put Venom into a headlock. This would end in a stamina fight. 'Shit, shit, shit!' Blade cursed inwardly she could use magic to counter but the point of today's training had been to strengthen her basics without the use of magic she hadn't used dark magic in any of the matches so far and it was a bit frightening how much harder it was when the opponent used it.

"What's wrong Dreadlock?" Venom hushed into Blade's ear her voice strained as well as she tried to prie her head out of Blade's clutches. "No magic left?" She smack-talked a bit quietly. And while it was an attempt to break her spirit there also was a certain amount of care in her voice. Sure they were opponents but not enemies. The fighters always took a certain amount of restraint not to cause too much harm.

"Tch, I'm just taking on a challenge today. Kinda sad that you're so weak. Can't beat me even now?" Blade smirked back as she grimaced. Air left her lungs with each second Venom put pressure on but in return, her head also turned reddish as her lungs ran dry.

The promoter came closer a keen eye as the referee this would be over any second now, "OOOOOH, look at this! Ladies and Gents! This is the fight you've been waiting for! WHO will DROP-"

"DEAD!" The crowd roared the echoes thundered through the basement like war drums.

"COME ONE; DREADLOCK! FINISH HER!" Memphis was a bit worried had he bet on the wrong one? Was this challenge Amal had presented too hard after all? "Crap…."

"No. She'll win," Amal without a doubt lifted his eyes from his little computer which analysed every move in real-time. "In three… two…"

Blade let go immediately as she felt Venom's head tipped away. Gently yet in a swift motion, she laid Venom down. Her green tight suit glistened in the spotlights. Blade herself coughed and gasped for air she could feel her flanks hurting a bit of bruising already showing.

"GIVE IT UP FOR DREADLOCK!" The promoter jumped around in the cage keeping the eyes of the crowd off from Venom to whom healers rushed in to take her backstage. Instead, he grabbed Blade's wrist and pulled her up "WHAT A FIGHT! WHAT A DREADFUL FIGHTER! Who could ever hope to scare this champion of ours!"

Another thunderous outcry of joy and despair. People rushed to the bet tables to get their winnings. And others booing or cursing that Venom had lost.

"Nice one," The promoter let go of Blade's wrist and turned with her to leave the cage, "You seem a bit breathless. Go for another tonight?"

Blade shook her head, "Nah, have to get up early and I think another battle with the higher ranking once and no magic I won't survive. I rather don't get hurt cause of stupidity. I'll get an ear full from too many people."

The promoter opened the cage door, "Not to mention your body. Get a quick check-up before you go okay? And have a good night," He smiled at her before he loosened his shoulders already spotting the next pair ready to take the stage. A quick pat on her shoulder before he sent Blade off, "I hope you're ready! The next duo to claim glory…"

Memphis met Blade on the end of the ramp and snatched her arm, "Way too close girl…" He glanced around but the bouncers kept any crazy fans away from her besides the questionable screams for babies and 'fun evenings'.

Amal was already waiting at the door to the backstage his hands tense around his little computer, "Let's go and get you the healer there's much to discuss." He opened the door for them both and walked in close behind them.

"At least give me a second Amal," Blade laughed exhausted as she stretched she had felt a lot of those punches and kicks Venom indeed was badass as always and without the use of magic for her nearly unbeatable, "I got so lucky …"

They entered a little infirmary where Venom was lying in the far corner being healed and just resting with her eyes closed. "Oh, yes, you did," Memphis agreed, "You gotta be more careful Blade. Don't let bigger opponents get so close especially if you can't use magic. Floor is death."

Another healer mage stepped up to them, "Nice fight, now let's check you through."

"Sure, don't want another bad shoulder after all…" Blade chuckled reminded of that hick up she shook her head.

The Kids had waited patiently, in the end, Blade had only gotten some balsam for her bruises and the rest was fine with some bitter herbs to counter the sores and pain.

"Come here," Memphis took the balsam as Amal was typing down and readying the presentation of the results of the night. He took the jar of balsam the healer had left for them and put it on his hands before he started to massage it into the shoulders.

"What the heck do you think you're doing…?" Amal's voice turned dangerously low as he tensed up unsure how to actually stop Memphis but he definitely wasn't fine with this.

Memphis sighed and let go, "My bad, I thought you do the finishing calculations and I can take care of the medical aftermath. So, we get a move on and to bed. It's already late and we all have something to do tomorrow…well, today."

"Medical aftermath? But the healer-" Amal asked directly squinting his eyes.

Blade sighed she was too tired for this, "Amal…." She started off to explain yet Memphis straightened up instead and explained himself.

"Don't worry so much, Amal. We're all a team here," Memphis answered the boy softly. "Balsam works better when applied correctly. Massages help the muscles and speed up absorption. In field missions, Blade will always have some medical aid being applied to her or help others. That's just how it is for fighters, soldiers or basically anyone on the front lines. It has no meaning besides the medical necessity you got to learn to relax about such things unless you want to become a medic." Memphis smiled a bit challenging but he meant no harm, "But my guess is. You'll do your Council stuff and don't want her to stay hurt or worse, now do you?" He got it. Amal had no clue about such things and always was a bit too jealous but that was simply due to his own insecurities.

"So… this is part of good training and makes her recover faster," Amal nodded, "Then we need to optimise this as well. Can't have you train when you're not in top condition. Just give me a second…" Amal's mood shifted promptly and he activated his program again. "Continue, I need data to analyse. Got to find some more data from pro healers… later… if I…" His mind trailed off.

Blade snickered as she shook her head, "Oh, Amal… it's fine. This is just a massage to speed up things. One can barely do something wrong." She brushed her dreadlocks over her shoulders for Memphis to get better access.

"But one can make it work better. Blade, you got to learn not winging it all the time," Amal gave her a deadpan stare.

"I'm not winging it all the time! It's called intuition… and winging it only happens in the spurt of a moment where you can't plan," Blade crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Hm, mmmh, and this," Amal played some footage from her fight with Venom where she had thrown his warrior queen to the ground, "was avoidable. Here, here, and here. Here as well." He projected more than one screenshot. "You could have knocked her out way before then. If you just aim your jabbs to the right about four per cent. Reduced force by two and rather focus on speed for establishing the block faster with your left arm. You were three point seven six seconds too slow. If you had landed the block with a forty-two-degree turn you could have thrown her over your shoulder with-"

"…." Blade stared at the mini animations and the calculated corrections. "Yeah, cause my body works in commands like please go right by four per cent." She laughed so hard. "Amal, while I can see the numbers are right, that doesn't help me DO it."

"Easy, you need to squeeze your butt cheeks more and keep the momentum from the hip onward and stop your blocks earlier. You keep wasting effort and energy. Also here," Memphis pointed at Amal's projection in agreement, "Your stance got sloppy once you tired a bit. Though my guess is you thought you could win and miscalculate. It's not just you who can faint tiredness or hold back."

"Or even go for a hail marry," Amal nodded, "You always got to give one hundred per cent. Especially if we want to get you up to speed to beat Fane." Amal clearly stated. "So, next time less slacking off, more concentration and take people down directly. Fane never wasted any time. When she decided to take one of you out she did." In his still morphed form looking like a gangster, his posture came off even a bit imposing.

"Fine, I hear you. It's just not so easy to be in top gear at this time of daa-aaahhh, careful," Blade shuttered under Memphis's massage grip.

Memphis chuckled, "Well, good training if you ever have night shift duties. Besides a true Specialist is ready at all times of the day."

"Lucky me that I'm a…" Blade halted, while some knew who she was here not everyone did. "A Sorceress." They kept reviewing the footage while Memphis took care of losing her sore muscles and here and there explained to Amal how it worked while he analysed every move.

The three quickly made their way back before the two potion's effects ended. Memphis half way to the hotel had checked his phone and waved them goodbye. Something had come up with Chaos Squad. Amal and Blade hurried onwards themselves close to the hotel Blade used a spell to counter the potion's effects for them to turn back to themselves before she transformed into her Winx and flew them up through the left open window. They had had a successful night today and it had indeed been a lot of fun even the restaurant part not that she admitted this all too easily. Yet both went to sleep rather quickly in their respective suites. Amal would have an even earlier morning than Blade. He'd take a diplomatic trip off the planet with the Lord Hypothis in the name of the Zenith Council.

The wind caressed Blade's white glowing wings. The cool morning breeze billowed in her white war skirt. As always there was nothing better than a sunrise across the rooftops that red taint and glistening that gave everything such a refined look and the smells creeping into her nose of bakers and shops getting ready for the day. The humming of the levitating cars and the birds singing to greet the sun.

Blade rolled her shoulders everything felt great nothing hurt anymore and this Monday would be chill. She was on the way back to Alfea her first lesson would be nature class. Palladium had requested Iolas's team to even help out. Of course, they couldn't send the entire team but Palladium was promised four. Blade didn't know who exactly though nonetheless she prayed to the Great Dragon Virion wasn't among them. He shouldn't notice anything wrong with her due to the balsam but… with his amount of experience, there was a possibility, surely, even if she didn't know which.

Blade flinched as she felt a humming in her belt pouch, "Gesh…." She breathed out so loud. It was her phone again, "But why I turned off the alarm…" She mumbled checking it for messages. "Oh, right," she halted mid-air nearly on the edge of Magix City. "Damn, I forgot… stupid me…" She rummaged around in her belt pouch as she set down on a roof nearby of some worker bar near the industry district with its transporter airport. Her boots hit the rooftop top it was nothing special just like any other port building mostly flat some vents and lots of dust and grime so she rather sat down on the small roof border wall and took out her bracelet. The message on her phone had reminded her that the update from Red Fountain was done and the bracelets were back in order again. "Amazing… to think I was so distracted not wearing it at the dining table…" She mumbled to herself as her eyes snapped to the side a black shadow out of nowhere. Blade didn't even realise what happened but she already felt her body toppling over into a free fall from that flat roof, the dumpsters beneath. Her falling body was racing towards them unhindered as her transformation faded, 'What the-' Her body was heavy and tired as her magic pool dropped in just a heartbeat.

"I can't help you, find the others…" A husky echo in her mind was barely audible and faded quickly to nothingness.

'Shit!' Blade reached out to the bracelet her fingers just scraping the metal before everything went black.