[Episode] Fools Call It Magic Not Science

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The fruity scent from surrounding grape plantations was often carried abreast the winds that immersed the island of Lvneel into this particular district. Vana, wine as her maiden trade, attracted all kinds of personages to her bosom. Noblemen, musicians, swindlers and more, all were attracted to the charm she provided, and everyone did their best to own at least even a piece of her.

However, her heart belonged to the Bolden's. The Family of the Vassal Lord who ruled Vana. Their knights didn't wear armour strictly for protection or servitude to the veil, it was a fashion statement. A declaration of the wealthy and strong, brutes who had a taste for fine wines and women. Baggy underpants, light chainmail, and smaller crafts populated the Knight's Guard. Each of their chest pieces bore the Vana's District's symbol and the Crown's one on it's back.

There's a common saying that's been grandfathered into the legacy of this area - 'No favor goes uncompensated.' In fact, Bastion's prescience in Vana was a favor, a promise from Waldon to Bolden. Who better to send than his newest plaything? The Knight who'd become the newest murmur among drunk officials, the so-called hero of the people. A masked knight who hid his face purely out of chivalry, rumours were nasty little things, nothing could be farther from the truth.

Nonetheless, Bastion had arrived by noon, and within two hours, after all the official pleasantries had passed, the wine started to flow at Sir Blitz private estate in uptown Vana. Constructed with round arches and massive pillars at its foundation, the broad two story estate spanned across six thousand square feet of land. Meek for a knight in the court's grace, but such was the nature of Sir Austin Blitz, first of his name and cornerstone of his house's future.

He was constantly concerned about his public image, asking to personally chauffer around the masked hero. It'd look good to his admirers, even more so in Lord Bolden Senior's favor.

"What shameless men we serve."Blitz blurted out, slurring his syllables due to the wine's influence. Light weights who love to drink extravagant alcoholic portions, who doesn't adore them? Outside on his estate's patio, overlooking the quiet exclusive culdesac, Castor laid sideways in silence, propping upward to face the drunkard.

Listening to the man's woes, Castor had learned that the Knight's in this Kingdom tend to get loose lipped when under the influence but this proclamation was different. Much like his own persona, Austin was playing a role, whether it be the lightweight or disgruntled subject was unbeknownst to him.

Adjusting his face golden face mask, he'd lift the compartment allotted for consumption, gingerly emptying his glass.

"Depends on who you ask. In my short time in this Kingdom, the Lord's have been nothing but kind. However your words point elsewhere. What's so shameless about them?"Castor inquired smirking."Everything but nothing at all."Austin said in an ominous manner, smiling merrily. Averting from the baited words,"What say you of the disappearances?" Austin continued.

Sitting up, centering his weight in the middle of the hammock, "Strange indeed. No specific demographic or age. Since no remains are turning up, I'd assume all the victims are dead." Castor stated sternly. Chuckling, "Very cold of you. Victims. Is this the Knight rumored to be a beloved of the masses?"Blitz retorted. "Love is a fickle thing Sir Blitz. Often, it's the ones we love who receive our coldest pleas."Castor stated. Clapping his hands, summoning his servants to refill his glass, "Well said. I grow bored of male company. I shall retreat to my chambers until tomorrow. We'll begin our investigations on Ryker's Street. It's where majority of the disappearances occurred."Austin concluded, hopping up from his position in the mahogany rocking chair.

Two beautiful women arrived as he stood, interlocking their arms into his own. "My estate is full of pleasures. Have your fill. Unlike your Lord... I like my women of a certain age. I assume you follow suit."Austin said snidely, a jest at Sir Waldon's taste in young children. Scanning the room, Castor would wait until Sir Blitz was just about passed his position, making sure he was within close range for his next statement.

"Assumptions are dangerous things to make, and like all dangerous things to make... Let's take, for strawberry shortcake if even the tiniest mistake can yourself in terrible trouble.

Besides... No 'woman' here is much older than those that Mi Lord entertains from my gander. I'd assume his taste is just as ripe as yours. A ripe fruit is truly no older really in three minutes than it was prior. Nonetheless, the heart yearns for what it wants." Castor concluded, proceeding to drink the wine the servants refilled in his glass.

Storming off in frustration at the man's implication, thus ended Castor's first day in Vana.

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Thrusting his frustrations into rotations of his hips, Sir Blitz took his exchange with Castor poorly, to say the least. Switching from servant to servant, the man used pleasure as his ego booster. Every ejaculation brought him closer to the clarity he needed to be his usual cheerful and witty self. A side of him that disappeared in situations where embarrassment reared itself, hindering his usual performance. The morning time came, his usual routine of being pampered commenced. From his hair down to his toenails, the servant girls washed and trimmed every inch of his body, while the male squires assembled his armour.

Castor followed suit in a less high-maintenance manner, banning the servants from his chambers. The man couldn't afford to have his identity revealed. Hiding a body on the estate wouldn't be too difficult really, but the blood, that was always the deal breaker in killing others in residential or public areas. After both men's rituals had been completed, they were escorted towards the kitchen for breakfast.

Eating Dax's food had spoiled his taste bugs, as the man radiantly bragged about his chef, Castor couldn't help drawing the comparison to his crew's own potty mouth cook. Most of the breakfast items were bland and didn't have much pizzazz to them. However, every bite was filled with excitement for Blitz, further continuing to butter up the Head Chef of his estate. Finishing his meal in the least amount of bites possible, the duo commenced their first day on the job.

Vana | Ryker's Street

Travelling south downtown, sitting in the carriage, Castor would peer through the shone glass, examining the exquisite taste in clothing the locals seemed to favour. It was all strange to him, having lived in Lvneel for most of his childhood. It'd be as if he'd visited an entirely different island in contrast to the Capital's culture. Smiling faces, even the more rural areas were vibrant and filled with hawkers. In comparison to Jotun, this place seemed to be a paradise booming from both an economic and social standpoint. Yet, citizens were going missing in broad daylight, at obscure hours of the day?

"One thing I noticed. The streets... They aren't patrolled as heavily as would be in the other districts. Why is that?"Castor inquired.

Chomping at the chance to mouth off,"That's because of our very strict laws. All crimes are governed with similar consequences. As ruled by Sir Bolden Elder, theft, murder, adultery or assault, the only punishment is execution. Here in Vana, stealing an apple is the same as murdering a Knight."Blitz declared grinning, flicking his long flowing locks out of his face. The information was alarming to him, to be executed for theft, and this was happening on an island under the World Government's banner?

Castor couldn't help but to chuckle to himself. The idea was absolutely ludicrous. If Blitz could see the actual expression on his face, the confident smirk he currently boasted would fade.

"Of course. We have an alternative. Working on the Wine Plantations. Repay your debt to society by helping our major export industry." Blitz added.

"Stop the carriage." Castor declared. Bringing the horse driven ride to an abrupt halt. The sudden jerk caused Sir Austin to fall from his seat onto the floor, the sound of the man's longsword clanking against the ground, caused him to peer upwards to Castor annoyed.

"What-" the Knight declared, ready for an argument or even a scuffle to break out.

Hopping out from the carriage onto the busy street, "Why all the animosity? How are we going to investigate from the comforts of luxury? Let's hit the streets, Sir Blitz of House Vana." Castor declared smugly.

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The commotion caused from the carriage being in these parts drew the attention of the average man. Castor cloaked in his full gold armour set, with his nodachi and spear wrapped diagonally along his back in a brown cloth concealed.The five footer looked like a child in comparison to Sir Blitz, who was six feet and then some, and everything about his attire screamed noble.House crested chainmail, long white baggy pants with plaited streaks, padded hard leather boots and a red feathered cavalier, made with black material. The street was quite busy upon their arrival, the women and young girls swooned over the two knights.

One half divided in the mystery of what face lied below the Masked Knight's veil and the other captivated with Blit's princely good looks.Castor was accustomed to crowds, though usually they'd be running for their life, spit choked in their windpipe, concentrating on nasal breaths, all geared towards escaping the Three Eye's rage. However, on this street, another spectacle came into focus far off from the crowd, a massive seven footer who'd outclassed both knights in size and height.

Castor couldn't help but gawk at the monster of a man, though Blitz was preoccupied with the ladies.Aside from the murmurs in his immediate vicinity, those from afar began to register on his electro radio. A doctor? A new one in the area at that? This sea was truly filled with all kinds; a man of his size could have easily opted to be a knight or at least security. There wasn't really any menacing energy or anything peculiar that stood out about the monstrous doctor but Castor's curiosity to see him in action forced him to create a spectacle of his own.

Stroking his hand along a maiden's face lovingly, Castor caused the woman to wince in pleasure from receiving the affection she'd craved from a man in his position. The touch had much more than love intended, with one swift shock, he'd disburse enough electricity to cause the woman to faint. As her body dropped towards the ground, Castor immediately assumed his script.

"Miss! Miss! Stay with me!Someone get a doctor! Anyone! She needs assistance immediately!"Castor exclaimed urgently, smiling behind his golden face mask. Among the members along the street, many of the citizens began to gawk at the new resident doctor to spring into action. The seeds had been planted, pure curiosity in watching the man at work motivated the knight's actions. It'd happen so fast that noone's eyes could pin him as the true culprit behind her fainting spell, they'd sooner blame it on an unknown illness or the beating midday sun.

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The Masked Knight observed intently as the massive doctor sprung into action. Clearing a path with two words, the bizarre medic began to treat the woman's condition. His assessment was accurate, Castor had indeed electrocuted the woman for his own amusement. Reaching into his jacket, the man revealed a syringe filled with an unknown concoction that he referred to as a muscle relaxant. Leaning in to examine the situation more accurately, the man's needle work was clean and efficient, finding her vein within seconds as he administered the injection. Drawing closer to the doctor, Castor's nose picked up on a scent he knew all too well.

While the man's height was cut due to administering medical care, Castor leaned in whispering in the man's ear. "You smell of fresh blood." Continuing his motion forward, the imp knight would toss the petite woman over his shoulders, non-verbally complying with the doctor's request. Finally paying attention to the task at hand, "What about our investigation?! We don't have time to be saving every woman that faints in the street!"Sir Blitz declared."It's ruined now. Any kidnapper who was wondering about our presence here... You just blew our cover."Castor retorted, wobbling from side to side momentarily before regaining balance, the woman was heavier than she looked.

About to follow the doctor back to his examination room, a loud high pitch screech echoed, coming from the adjacent street. "Meet back up at the Scarlet Rose! I'll check out where that's coming from!"Blitz shouted, automatically dashing off towards the supposed damsel's cry. Turning towards the doctor once more, "Shall we?"Castor inquired. Frustrated from his interactions with Bastion, Blitz used this opportunity to redeem himself by probably solving what he'd thought to be a petty crime. However, once he'd arrive to the scene, yet another victim had been abducted in broad daylight.

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The scene of the kidnapping wasn't as crazed as the victims cry, actually, it was oddly normal. No one batted an eye at the woman who'd been seemingly whisked away into the alleyway, had she not scream, no one would have been the wiser. That was the twisted culture of Ryder Street and all the surrounding areas of downtown Vana. Snitches didn't last too long and even if they did, the only way to ensure survival was fleeing Lvneel. Blitz went from citizen to citizen, trying to get a solid report of what had happen but chillingly, he had been met with the most blank expressions from everyone questioned.

"Tch. This is why I hate these parts... I hate being among these peasants." Bltiz thought to himself but his facial expression showed his annoyance.

"Ah. I can tell you what happened to the young lady."A voice called out from a distance.

Shuffling through the busy street, the Knight brought himself in front of a quaint little wine stall with a wooden sign reading - 'Richie's Wines and Liqueurs'. "The lady who just screamed out... She was dragged into that alley over yonder."Richie declared, previously introducing himself in a short exchange. Skeptical of the man's report,"Everyone here says they saw nothing... Yet you are so willing to give a report... Why is that?" Blitz reported."Aye. In this area, not many people, are willing to yak to your kind. Less stress ya' know. Me, I'm more interested in rewards. If she's found, just remember good' ol' Richie Rich."Richie declared, grinning broadly.

The man's mouth was filled with cavities, blacken stubs degraded by what appeared to be a tobacco habit and alcoholism. Blitz jerked back slightly at the sight, the contrast between the well-dressed salesman and his dental care was night and day. Resting his arm across his chest diagonally, bowing towards the knight, the salesman upped once again, wrapping his hands against the wooden handle to his cart. It was a wagon, makeshift with carpenter work as a counter front. Making it easy to traverse various streets, giving him optimal coverage for sales.

Blitz knew it'd be too late to garner any evidence from the alley at this stage. Heckling at the vintner, "If you see anything else, come pay me a visit tomorrow at the Scarlet Rose. You'll be rewarded handsomely for whatever you can find."Looking over his shoulder and grinning, Richie would wave at the Knight in approval. Pushing his cart down the stretch, his wine barrels shaking along the bumps in the road, the man began to sing a merry tune.

"Do you know... The Liquors Man? The Liquors Man... The Liquors Man... Do you know... The Liquors Man? Who lives on Vana's Ways." Richie sang out loud, shinning his molars to those who walked next to him on the street. Each of them taken aback at the poor state of his teeth each time. On the cart, one of his barrels shook violently, this time, it wasn't from being pushed along the streets humps and grumps.It was the barrel closest to him, and with one swift motion, he'd slap his hand atop the barrels cover.

"Silence." Richie said aggressively. Without halting his pace, the man continued to push the cart humming his spirited tune. "I want to be just like you... Doctor." Richie whispered to himself grinning.

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Following the massive doctor alone was a spectacle in itself. Every route he'd walk would avoid major roads, leading him eventually to the very plain, very quaint clinic. Castor had gotten his hopes up for nothing it seemed, it would be common for medics to be exposed to copious amounts of blood. As the man leaned to walk under the clinics doorway, the imp fit through in one go obviously.Resting the lady onto the bed, Castor would make sure to place her down slowly, ensuring no further harm would come to her person.

Walking around the clinic, Castor would begin to examine its contents. The shelves filled with medical books, the medical charts on the wall, and the various mannequins displaying aspects of the human anatomy.

"How long have you been working in this town Doc?" Castor inquired, calmly browsing. "I actually grew up here along time ago. Though I haven't been to Vana until yesterday, I returned to Lvneel recently for some unfinished business."Castor declared.Ending his examination where the Doctor was, Castor would smile beneath his golden mask, awaiting the strangers response. "My name is Bastion. Sorry for rambling, and you are?"Castor inquired.

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Castor's smile expanded below his mask,"Some women say I have that affect on them. It's the mystique.If they knew what my face truly looked like..."Castor said, motioning his index finger in a gun like fashion towards the sleeping damsel."I guess it'd have the same effect."Castor continued, chuckling to himself."To answer your question...Yeah. I am responsible for her loss of consciousness. As to how or why, I'm not sure I fully trust you yet to give a full answer Vic but I will say this... I wanted to see how the doctor who is the talk of the town responded under pressure."Castor concluded.

In an instant, a bolt of electricity soared from the man's index finger towards the sleeping woman. The charge set the bed ablaze, eviscerating the bystander's body. The lingering scent of torched flesh filled the room, as the fire burned steadily. "We'll be in touch Victor. I'll say this much. I'm intrigued by you and now we share a little secret. The best way to start a friendship is to commit a crime together. Tonight around midnight, I'll be looking for the kidnapper. The victims might be injured, so a doctor would be necessary. I'd like to have you present. That is of course, if you're not too busy. "Castor said, walking towards the entrance of the small clinic's door."Oh. I'd rush to put out that fire... Flames tend to spread pretty quickly in small enclosed areas.Fires unearth truths... Who knows what they'd find with a proper look around. The meetup location is called the Scarlet Rose!"Castor exclaimed, exiting the clinic.

As plumes of smoke funneled out the window, it wasn't enough at the moment to draw the attention of neighbours. Though it'd be strange that smoke would come from his clinic and not the living quarters kitchen in the back, as empty as the street was at this time, no one would pay it much mind. After awhile, once the coast was clear, Castor would enter into his lightning state, jolting along the concrete, and eventually stone houses towards the nearest roof top.

"Now to find this Scarlet Rose. Wonder if they serve decent food?" Castor thought to himself, dashing from rooftop to rooftop, looking out for any signs that advertised his desired location.

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Dashing from rooftop to rooftop, finally, the painted billboard sign came into view. Art depicting a scarlet rose with its petals falling off lied atop the board's wooden surface. Attached on top of a building that was two stories in height, carrying the look of a small motel. Landing into a nearby alleyway, the Masked Knight regained his form. It'd be about two in the afternoon at this point, and as he crossed the street towards the building, two ladies of different race approached him.

The first was a rabbit mink and the second was a Long Armed Tribesman woman, both interlocking their hands around the knight. Hospitable greetings awaited him from the time his feet stepped through the doors, as a selection of woman, more skimpily dressed assembled. All draped in nude material robes, the ladies of the Scarlet Rose inquired on the Knight's 'taste'.

"I'm just meeting a friend. A fellow knight. Any of you happen to know where he'd be." Castor inquired

The man's statement was met with cold responses from the girls, and as they disbursed, two large macho guards, dressed in black suits appeared from the doors on opposite sides of the room.

"This ain't the place for loitering bub. If you're not buying, then scram."the first 7fter stated, clutching at the longsword at his waist.

"Our clients privacy is A1 at the Scarlet Rose. No one left any messages saying additions to their party would be arriving. Knight or not, our establishment pays quite a bit of taxes to Vana's Lord. Meaning, this is a legal gig."the second 7fter added, resting his battle axe on his shoulder.

"I don't have time for this." Castor exclaimed sighing. Activating his Conqueror's Haki, the man silenced the two guards to a deep slumber. The weight of their opal shaped bodies falling onto the ground caused an audible thump. Walking over to the receptionist area, the Knight slammed his hands onto the counter.

"Plus one to Sir Blitz party please." Castor declared.

Shaking in fear, the woman behind the counter responded nervously:

"Yes sir. R-Right this way."

Walking up the cascading staircase, the woman escorted the Masked Knight to Sir Blitz chambers. Castor's entrance only interrupted the man in the middle of the act, causing the ladies in the room to cover themselves in embarrassment.

"Tch. Just when I was about to get to the good part. What do you want Sir Bastion? Done playing doctor and nurse with the strange giant now?" Blitz inquired irritated.

"No need to stop on my account. You're the one who told me to meet you here. I thought this trip was business only. I didn't know you came for pleasure as well." Castor retorted, amused at the frustration in the man's voice.

The door to the room was locked behind him. The escorts exited the room, all shuffling to flee as fast as they could.

"Just a little celebratory present to myself for luring the kidnapper here." Blitz declared grinning.

Castor's eyes expanded widely.

"Oh?!" Castor astonished.

"Taking him down in the street would have been too messy. The owner of this brothel and I are good friends, I've already told her to make arrangements."Blitz stated, hopping up from the bed naked as he was born, clutching onto a spare towel to his right.

"You care to explain how you found him?" Castor questioned, confident this was another of the Knight's ruse.

"I saw through his barrels with my Sixth Sense. They were several living bodies stuffed in them, mixed among the wines. Most of them deceased of course."Blitz said calmly.

"Haki? You're capable of it?" Castor inquired intrigued.

"Among the five shields... They exist an elite vanguard of knights known as Oubourous. All of us possess Haki, of course. It's a requirement for those who are potential guards for the King at the Reverie.

Like I said earlier. Taking him out in the streets would have lead to too much confusion. I planned to confront him and yourself here."Blitz stated, shuffling around the room to assemble the pieces of his armour set.

Drawing his long sword Valor, the Meito blade shone of bright white steel, as if the moon itself was shining in their presence.

"I wasn't sure when his Lordship paired us up. However, I was certain when you worked your Black Magic on that woman earlier today. There's a darkness within you. It definitely doesn't feel like that of the noble hero." Blitz declared, his usual animated demeanor turned stern.

Gashi Gashi Gashi Gashi

"I have no idea what your talking about Sir Blitz. If I did, it would be surely not magic. Science explains lightning as a naturally occurring phenomenon. However, if you draw that blade against me. I'll have no choice but to retaliate in self-defense, surely." Castor stated, grinning beneath his mask.

"I've never trusted Jotun Knights. Here in Vana, assault is punishable by murder. Knights are no exception. I shall see to your execution myself." Blitz declared, spitting onto the ground in disgust, pointing his blade towards the Masked Knight.

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Enroute to the Scarlet Rose, lurking in the shadows with his cart setup in front of the brothel, was the kidnapper, Richie in question. He'd been monitoring those who go in and out of the building, biding his time to kill the nosey knight. However, his whole world would change when the Doctor he'd been stalking all this while had appeared before his eyes. Saliva began to drip rapidly, staining the man's black dress pants, his eyes expanded widely locking his sights on his mentor.

At this time, nine hours and forty-five minutes had passed since Castor had been accused by Blitz. A quarter to midnight, after valiantly avoiding Blitz attacks, the man's blade slashed his gold mask in two. Bastion - The Masked Hero's identity was revealed to the Vana Knight, beneath lied a smirking Pirate Captain, who had been awaiting Blitz's curiosity to tire but that time never came.

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As the fragments of Bastion's mask hit the floor, the collateral damage dealt from Blitz's blade could be seen across the room. Several deep gashes in the ceiling, wall and floor displayed just how effective the Knight's technique was. The men now faced each other, eye to eye minus one for Blitz. Taken aback by the Masked Knight's appearance.

"No wonder you wear a mask. To hide that hideous eye of yours, Sir Bastion." Bltiz declared.

"I'm quite proud of my lineage. If you think taunts are going to work on me, save your breath Sir Blitz." Castor retorted, reaching beneath his armour's backplate to draw his Nodachi - Summer Rain. Its grip was sticking out from the collar region, giving Castor easier access to remove it from its sheath. The long draw completed as the pirate extended his blade, resting it's tip onto the ground.

Pushing off using his right foot, Castor for the first time in this fight took initiative. Taking advantage of Summer's elongated reach, Castor avoided stepping all the way in towards close combat quarters. Blitz blocked the initial shoulder strike, attempting to over power the shrimp with brute power. However, the moment Castor sensed the man's weight being distributed; he'd opt out of a power struggle, side stepping to the left, releasing his grip. (HT)[Raijin's Flicker]As the man's body jerked forward, Castor would grip his blade once again with his right hand only, slashing Blitz along his closest thigh. Cutting through the man's fashionable pants, the iron wiring beneath it shredded like paper against a scissor blade.

Spinning Valor with one hand, Blitz remained focused, nursing the light scratch momentarily before ignoring it completely. Alternating the weight between his feet, Blitz dashed in, lowering his stance during the final moments, lunging his blade toward's Castor's legs. In quick response, Castor avoided the swing by turning his legs into lightning, allowing the blade to pass through.

"Oh."Blitz thought to himself, coating his blade in Busoshoku Haki. (passive) "I'm guessing that won't go as well next time." Castor stated smirking. A notable white aura began to dimly glow around Austin's person and blade, whipping around his arm like a whip, the Knight began to use his arm's elasticity to attack. Shooting the point of his blade toward's Castor's shoulder, the extended motion spilled Castor's blood onto the furry carpet floor. (LT)[White Rose] Defenses still caught off guard, Blitz removed the blade from Castor's shoulder and slashed horizontally along his chest.(LT)[Thorn]

Disbursing a high voltage of electricity, the lightning bolts gushed from the Castor's chest cage, their contact points aimed at Blitz's kneecap and kidney regions. The bolts that took on the visage of wolf heads burned through the Knights armour, electrocuting Blitz, rendering him temporarily stunned. (LT)[10 Million Volt - Raiju] "That ability of yours... I knew your face looked familiar. Your that pirate who was causing trouble in Asgar. Castor O. Nox - Sanpaku." Blitz exclaimed, astonished at the revelation."Being a popular man is hard. Can I tell you a joke?" Castor inquired, taking stance to attack once more.

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Breaking through the walls of the closed room, Castor and Blitz feverishly exchanged a series of strikes. In the corridor overlooking the foyer area, the two men danced steps to a rhythm, not many others, could have matched. Sweat dripping from their brows at every pace, Blitz temporarily taking the upper hand. When it came to pure swordsmanship, it was clear that the Knight's own was superior, and moving around in the heavy suit of armour was proving to prohibit Castor's movement. Disbursing electricity from his entire body as they fought, fragments of the melted armour plastered the brothel's floor. Leaving temporarily, puddles of gold that ended up hardening into flat plates ontop the ground. Alleviated from his disguise, Castor was able to finally fight as he normally would.

"I don't know how Knights of Jotun do it... That armour is more of a decorative piece to me."Castor declared, sighing a breath of relief, stretching out the various strained joints on his body.

"It's a discipline. A small minded man of your stature couldn't hope to understand." Blitz concluded.

Dashing inward at a tremendous speed, Blitz slashed open Castor's right thigh, cutting through his hakama. Busoshoku covered the blade, blackening its texture, which caused the Three Eye Tribesman's blood to shine in contrast. Castor accepted it, he was inferior with the sword alone against the Knight.

"I didn't want to use this unless it was necessary. However, at this rate, I'll keep avoiding his attacks, but this fight will go nowhere."Castor thought.

Sheathing his blade, the Pirate Captain rose his hand above his head, concentrating a mixture of positive and negative charges of bolts above him. Firing off a single lightning bolt through the ceiling, the massive surge expanded towards the heavens, harking an ominous tension among the clouds. A single clap of thunder roared, as if the clouds in the sky were screaming it's praises for the electrical meal. As the offering continued to surge upward, Blitz stood in awe at the spectacle that was transpiring before him. The Unmasked Knight appeared as an ethereal being, almost untouchable was the pressure and heat that surrounded his body, stepping any closer would have caused Blitz's very armour to heat up, cooking him beneath it in the process.

In a matter of seconds, the mood of the forecast changed significantly. The once cotton white clouds were tainted by Castor's power, their morality altered towards heinous actions. Multiple wicked booms rained down at Castor's command, a simple snap as the catalyst. Ripping apart the brothel, several buildings surrounding it, and riddling Blitz body with lightning bolts, the man's armour was stripped away from the surge, his bodies agility stripped away with every strike. The storm would continue to rage on but the bolts shortened, the blackened clouds still trying to organize their displeasure with the peons below them. (AOE)[Jupiter's Rising]

Plumes of smoke trailing off Austin's body set the scene as the scent of torched flesh in the air painted tragedy for the Knight. Castor shifted through his utility to grab onto his spear Iris during the man's current paralysis situation. His confidence with a katana wasn't high to say the least, his Nodachi was just optimal in most scenarios over his spear.However, the familiarity Castor had with Iris made his next steps even sharper. Dashing inward, the floor now riddled with holes from the Lightning Storm, the levitating warrior began a series of thrusts that forced Blitz to move his body through willpower alone. Trying to intercept the incoming barrage, Castor bore several holes in the Knight's exposed flesh, sending him flying over the balcony, onto the foyer's floor.

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