- I can't maintain this form! -
The fearsome Decemvir Tiphereth would even block out the sun with a disco ball in the name of beauty. Arthur's group returns to Britannia,
but can they save her neon-coated friends and people...?
Right there! No!
¡Falta poco! ¡No!
¡Falta poco! ¡No!
Non ! J’y étais presque !
Pochissimo! No!