Raj listened as the old man spoke. He felt a strange burning sensation in his hand. He looked at it. Looking at the silverish cup studyingly. He ended up back in the living room. The symbol of merlin upon his hand. He shakes his head. "Guess the one with no idea how to play has to play..." he said sadly. He backed up when she came in. His magic forming a white dragon orb around him. He looked at her. "The grail decided I have to play a game I know not how to play. I already know what the wish I will make will be...we should work as a team to take down the rest...than we can fight each other as must be. At least that is what you said had to happen. Has anyone ever challenged the grail? Challenged what goes down? Has anyone ever tried just admitting defeat without killing?" He shakes his head. "My word stands strong Arthuria. However, I know the sentiment...isn't shared. If you try to kill me...I won't try to kill you. The magic...might try to though...I don't know. It killed the strongest of the morganians minus their leader." He backed up a bit. "This is where we should fight as a team then take on each other. The decision is yours. If...you say no...I'm jumping out the window. I won't fight you until I have to. I don't want to hurt you." He knew his wish. He knew he wouldn't lose to her but his wish...would be for her to be able to use magic still. A selfless wish is always the most powerful of wishes.