<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ab9mZw0.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/ghfTOGz.jpg)</div><br/>The trio of adventurers banded together to launch a perfect flurry of offense. Peaches' blinding flash sent the Lunar Knight reeling, Juro's piercing spear forced open it's defense, and Katra charged in for the kill.<br/><br/>Katra lunged forward, aiming her lance at the Knight's gleaming crescent, aiming to end it with one final attack. However before the tip could reach it's mark, the mass of twisted arms reached for her weapon. A dozen hands grasped onto the spikey blade, holding it back with all it's might, stopping her an inch short of her target. For a moment it seemed like it had fully stopped her, in fact it was even starting to push her back, when suddenly Juro gave another sharp twist at it's innards and a second golden flash erupted from behind Katra's head, curtesy of the fearsome fairy. Their dual assist loosened the Lunar Knight's many-armed grip, enough for Katra to drive her lance forward and strike true.<br/><br/>The floating moon shattered, like a ball of glass, tiny shards of glowing white and dusky black exploding outward, lingering in the air around the three for a brief, seemingly frozen moment, before falling harmlessly to the stone-paved street. The Knight's hulking body suddenly went limp, it's pale blade clattering to the ground, with the rest of it joining soon after with a heavy thud. And just like that the trio found themselves alone, the street empty save for the fresh corpse at their feet (it seemed the street quickly emptied after people spotted a group of, presumably drunk and/or high, weirdos shouting and swinging their weapons around at thin air).<br/><br/><div align="center">*CLAP<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">CLAP</span> CLAP<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">CLAP</span> CLAP<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">CLAP</span>*</div><br/>Their ears were suddenly filled with what sounded like two people clapping. Had their battle had an audience? However when they turned their attention towards a nearby alleyway, only a single figure would emerge. They wore a long robe and a large, witchly hat, both as white as snow and seeming to dimly glow in the dark, moonless night, "Well well, that was quite impressive" a soft voice cooed from beneath the wide brim as the figure stepped closer, slow but confident, "In fact I'd go so far as to call it marvelous" they added, "After all to survive an encounter with a Lunar Knight, even a younger one, is indeed a marvel..."