There stood a tall knight in rusted armor, he had a rather masculine, yet tight face, a wide eyed fellow at that. "WHAT!?" The Guard raised his voice, as if he himself was a form of a siren. He listened to the ragamuffin. "A Blackmage is assaulting someone!? Point to the direction of where you saw this assailant head off to!" ______________ The Lumyian was hit on the shoulder, the ribbon somewhat sliced through and caused external bleeding. "What...?" he spoke softly. He burned the ribbon- melting it. "You're really getting on my nerves you lanky freak..." He turned to the "blackmage". "You might have fooled the others, but even I can see what you are without the Libra ring..." He placed his hand on his wound, it flashing green, but once removed the bleeding was no more. The Lumyian pulled out a set of Tonfas. "Leave me alone. A job is a job, and 'this' isn't part of this." He seemed to somewhat bounce a bit as his legs somewhat hopped about, dancing really. [center]- Battle start- [/center] The Lumyian began casting, there was an elemental circuit under him that resembled a thunder bolt,it was ridged in design in the perfectly symmetrical ring, the caster sent a bolt flying from above. "Please hit..." He spoke as the flashing purple bolt was descending. _____________________________ Meanwhile at the castle's throne room. A figure in Ebony robes made himself visible, most of his frame hidden. "Hello." Spoke a lispy voice. "And might I ask who has stepped foot in my kingdom?" "You could call me a rare fortune teller." Brahne smirked at the response, her lips curling oddly. Garnet however somewhat tilted her head. "My mother asked who you are, now I recommend you'd speak." She stood up, holding her gift from earlier. "I spoke, even if it wasn't the response she wanted. As hair to the throne, I think you should be familiar with the idea of differing results, especially with such an untrained hand." The male spoke once again. "But to the point your majesty... The future is subject to change..." "A Lumyian." Beatrix spoke as she walked closer to the male. Observing as he crossed his arms. "You don't have the form of a fighter, so it is safe to assume you're here on your own accord, one of non-violence." The male turned his head to face the one eyed general. "That is a safe assumption. But you must take magic into consideration. But yeah, I'm not here for a fight. Even I know what is suicidal." He chuckled. Brahne got a chuckle out of the scene between he and Beatrix. "Well... We welcome you with open arms with such open honesty. But you may go on with the fortune, but there is no hurry." "Unfortunately I have a schedule to keep, but I'll speak clearly as I can without dodging the point." He bowed his head, as did her majesty. "As for this evening, there will be differing results as everyone plays a wheel of fate, but it is a matter of what cogs work in conjunction. As the judge works against you, and my kind, he also works for an absolute factor- control." He readjusted his stance a bit, leaning onto his left side a bit. "There will be falling out due to trust between the nations, and Burmecia may fall..." The Queen's eyes widen a bit, fanning herself a bit in a attempt not to make a outburst. "Garnet... She will have a fun life..." he turned his head to the Princess. "But there will be a period of uncertainty for everyone... be strong and endure..." He bowed once again. "But... Why does Burmecia fall!? And period of uncertainty!?" The princess spoke up. "This is a trial everyone will have to face, and such events are subject to change, only few can make such a change of course. With that, I say have a happy birthday. And try not to get burned." He said before turning on his heel. The air went stagnate as the stranger left. "Your majesty..." "Beatrix... we will deal with such matters as they come along. But it is something to ponder and discuss openly, but tonight we try to enjoy ourselves." Beatrix bowed as he placed her hand upon her breast plate, a slight fist forming. "You're dismissed."