"Already done, Master Py-ton." Fabian replied, smiling. "I sent them a warning an hour ago." Sipping from his goblet and letting out a sigh, he smirked. "You know, I'm quite thrilled, actually. I haven't been this excited to fight anyone since my face off with Gray Fullbuster."
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'Ghost' evaded yet another dagger swipe from 'Cyrus' as the two circled each other. I only have a minute to kill him so I can keep this body! 'Cyrus' thought to himself as he swiped over and over, to be blocked by 'Ghost' each time. "Screw it, SPIRIT DAGGERS!" 'Cyrus' commanded, but nothing happened. "COME ON! SPIRIT DAGGERS!" he yelled, annoyed. "What the hell's going on?! Why can't I use my magic?!"
"Have you forgotten? It's not your magic anymore. It's MINE." 'Ghost' coughed, smirking. "And sure, I'm in the same situation, but the difference is...I don't need magic to kick your butt! Or...my butt...? Ah, screw it." He began to approach the trembling redhead, cracking his knuckles.
"S-stay back!" 'Cyrus' warned, holding his dagger in front of him. 'Ghost' simply replied by kicking the weapon out of his hand. "Ummmmm...look, I know we kind of fought and said things we might regret, but maybe if you look deep into your heart...you'll find that you don't want to hurt me...?" Fortunately for the possessed mage, Reaper, who was busy fighting Jeanne, crashed into 'Ghost'.
"Cyrus, are you alright?" Jeanne asked, landing beside 'Cyrus'. "You know, it's not like you to be backed into a corner like that. Be more careful!" She looked up at the mage before her, but then her gaze shifted and narrowed into a glare as she looked toward 'Ghost'. "Now then...how should I deal with you?"
"W-wait, Jeanne, it's me, Cyrus!" 'Ghost' exclaimed. Jeanne paused, confused.
"Wait...what?" She muttered, raising an eyebrow. She was doubtful, obviously, but then again, she shouldn't have any reason to believe the Grim Brothers members knew them, given they weren't even registered into the guild roster. "But...you're not Cyrus, you're a minion!"
"Don't listen to him, Jeanne. It's obvious he's lying to try and throw you off." 'Cyrus' mused, approaching her. "After all, I'm the only one you'd allow to do...this." He then leaned into her face slowly, Jeanne flinching as he got close. Before their lips touched, however, a fist sent 'Cyrus' spiraling into the guild wall as 'Ghost' gave him the scariest look yet.
"Oh, no. You're not pullin' any of that Dio crap!" He snarled. "How DARE you try to make a move on Jeanne without her consent! You're nowhere NEAR good enough for her, DO YOU HEAR ME?!" He kept ranting incoherently as he pounded 'Cyrus' deeper and deeper into the stone wall.
"Yeah...it's kind of clear now who's who." Jeanne muttered as she watched her supposed enemy beat up her supposed ally with a deadpan look. Then, another blinding flash of light caused her to look away, and when she could see them again, Cyrus was back in his body again and holding Ghost by the neck.
"Don't you EVER...try that again! Got it?" There was look of menace in his eyes, making Ghost whimpered and nodded frantically, signaling Cyrus to let him go, after which he swung his leg around and slammed his heel into the renegade's temple, knocking him out. Banshee soon came to and saw his teammates.
"Reaper! Ghost! Hang on, I'll get you to a medic inside!" he said, a voice of panic clear in his voice. "We won't forget this!" he shouted toward the duo as he carried his comrades into the guild. After a few moments, Cyrus let out a sigh and sat down.
"Ugh...I feel so sore..." he muttered. "and exhausted..."
"Well, you did just literally beat yourself to a pulp. At least it saved me the trouble of doing it." Jeanne laughed.
"Oh, har har." Cyrus said sarcastically.
"I know. Hilarious, right?" Jeanne teased back. Then, she sat down beside him. "I'm feeling pretty tired myself..." she said with a sigh. The two of them sat there, taking a moment to rest in silence after taking care of their share of work.