Maureen
Athena notices William wake up having a revolver aimed towards her before he puts it back down. As he puts his coat and tie on, She says

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"How do we always find ourselves in this situation, A Little nostalgic of how we met isn't it. Anyways don't worry about winning, it wasn't the point of participating anyways. The battle was really entertaining either way, You did a great job."
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She then looks at him and says

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"Are you ok though?, Sounds like you had another one of those nightmares." 

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Bonnie
"Huh oh, yeah just another nightmare that's all. Don't worry about it." He responds trying to hide his true feelings in his voice, shifting his weight on his legs he goes into a more comfortable stance and says "I don't really remember how we first met that well, remember I was bleeding with a gunshot wound in my shoulder and I also shot your micro thing. Whatever you called it." William gives a slight smile to the memory
Nathan
Sable, without turning, perceived the oncoming attack before it had even arrived — the Palm Gun whirring and its bolt oncoming; Gold's own hostility on open display. The candlelights about her flickered, but did not waver entirely, before the beam had collided, and the sorcerer visibly flinched, seeking to dodge the attack. Yet as she shifted her weight upon her right leg, the step became clumsy as she winced, her golden eyes tightening as she briefly turned to Gold, failing to move as reactively as she desired. The Palm Gun's attack collides with her upper-back before she presses her hands together, dissipating into smoke and vanishing before the onset of lightning descended upon her.


**```asciidoc
☾• "Ver𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦...!" :: •☽```**
***`CLAP.`***
*`Sputter.`*
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The flames now waver and Sable remanifests amidst the crowd of the Festival, within them taking cover and between them passing-through to chase after Ha. The impact of the Palm Gun against her back had left her staggered and bruised but not severely injured, her persistent passive mana-reinforcement serving much to protect her otherwise fragile body. 

*```asciidoc
☾• "...Je bent even ongewenst als dat je een dwaas bent..." :: •☽```*

She muttered, scoffing beneath her breath. The small licks of flames like candlelight — four in number — hover in a scattered formation around her, each independently flying at a moderate jogging-pace through the air far beyond her. One notedly pursues in the direction after Ha, its golden light flaring, brightly, as though to sharply illumine a path toward her. The Koi's trail was fresh; Ha was fast, but under the right circumstances, the golden-eyed sorcerer may well be faster. She takes a quick step forward with her left foot, then a slower with her right, shifting her weight softly upon the leg as she sifted through the crowd, irises aglow as she sensed the presences of all around her — the crowd, in their indifference —, behind her — Gold, in his heat —, and ahead of her — Ha, in her flight. 

The density of the crowd around her served much to protect her from ranged attacks from Gold and also to slow the movement of **DOUBLE** As it seeked to slow her down. Yet as the blade came close, Sable tightened her eyes, in a moment sharply focused on the oncoming blade, and as it took a poke at her, she grabbed its handle tight — tight as she could — a fiery mana flaring off the surface of her palm.

***```asciidoc
☾• "Ga weg." :: •☽```***

The fiery mana consumes the entire blade, before it dissipates entirely into smoke.
***Forced teleportation.***
The blade remanifests at one of Sable's set runes — behind Gold. It would likely not attack or even pose a threat to him, yet it would take **DOUBLE** Out of the equation entirely.
Justin
The magician continues to pursue hard after Ha, her pace now picking up. They grew closer to the duel-grounds. They grew closer to the ***Margo Aeternitatis*** And perhaps would be visible to its spectators and the staff tending it, the Custos Regni including it. They grew closer to one of the three paths that all the participants of the Koi Hunt saw at its inception: the southward path, one that led down the descent of a metro-tunnel further south than the duels themselves. This posed two new concepts for each of the three to keep in mind: one, they were being watched, carefully, presided over by both the O.S.A and the Custos Regni to ensure they would not disrupt the crowd; two, there was perhaps an escape route for Ha in the metro tunnels below, one which she might able to lose her pursuers within.