Arthuria looked at him, slightly annoyed by his cocksureness. Who was he to decide if she was incapable of killing him? She shook the thought off as the more she thought of it, the more agitated she became. "Yes, I am of the Knight class." She drew out a roll of the city map from beneath the coffee table, "From now on, we will have to mark out any strange occurrences on the map. They will allow us to have an inkling of the other's position."<br/><br/>She brought her symbol up, "Return to thy sheath Excalibur!" Without pause, she looked at the symbol to be assured that a stroke had faded before continuing, "In this, the Seven classes already have soft counters towards each other. For example, Casters are supposed to hold the most territorial advantage due to the amount of wards placed in that area. What I have learned from the past records is that the Knight class was supposed to have some sort of mana-armor to negate the negative effects of magic. Maybe it would show itself in time... But then, I don't want to kill, but I want to win this war... I don't know what to do..." She fell silent for over a minute before snapping out of her reverie, "Oh yes, I have to make dinner."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>"Are you sure about this?"<br/><br/>"Don't worry, once you have slipped past his defenses, you have nothing to fear."<br/><br/>The man nodded and was engulfed in black mist before disappearing.<br/><br/>"What a fool. I hope he serves his purpose."