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"She sounds familiar but.....oh, for Goddess' sake, Detect Glamour."
Serena snaps her fingers and something shimmers across the hooded woman's visage. The hooded figure smirks.
"Ah, finally. You found the one thing you were useful for, Serena, using pointless party tricks to impress mortals. I apologise for Serena, man with the wiggler mask, she can be somewhat useless."
"She's using some kind of glamour. As it's not a curse, I can't actually break it. I don't know spells to break anything else!"
"That's....oddly specific."
"Oh, a useful Goddess you are. Luckily for you, I DO know a glamour-breaking spell. You're going to have to get me closer. Snake girl, whoever you are, get some help. This is going to get messy."
"Y-yes, Ma'am! I-it's such an honor to meet you, L--Lady Belphegor! I-I'd always thought it was a myth t-that you ever left that armor-'"
"Help? Now?"
Sitri simply nods hurriedly and slithers away to gather cavalry.
"Impressive talk for a slothful hellspawn."

As Jarvis finishes his sentence, a loud crash sounds behind him.

General Satan, of the Demon Lord's forces, groans as he pulls himself to his feet, a ruined slot machine being the evidence of his arrival.
"Ugh....damn."
"Satan?! What are you doing here?!"
"Could ask you the same question, Bel. I thought you were in hiding."

"No hard feelings when we win, Rika."
"Yeah. We got some new tactics to try out."

Professor Ramsay nods, before walking over to the stairs leading to the ring.
"Class 3-F, Class 3-C, take your positions on the arena. The rules are simple. You will fight until every member of the class is down. You are down when I tell you to get out of the fight. If you fight on, I will evict you from this classroom and give you a detention for your own safety. You will fight to subdue the opponent. You may use the entire room, but do try to keep the fight inside the arena. The janitors will thank you."
"Also look at this as your dry run. As you know, the Solrise Intra-Class Exhibition Tournament is in three months, where you will have the opportunity to show off your skills to the wider world and test your mettle in a sportsmanlike fashion."

"Yeah, I think the issue here is....both."
Rosencrantz looks confused at himself, before stepping aside.
"Though....you're not exactly the biggest fan of horny people, so....you can understand my concern."

The dark-skinned man glares at the Warriors who insult him, but Lucy catches him off-guard.
".....you kill my blood brother, and then you FLIRT at me?!"

Of course, the Warriors don't even take the time to pause and grace that with a response, heading up the stairs into the station.

Normally, their path would be barred by small gates that have to be activated using a tram pass, one of the innovations of Ishim's technological sector. By paying a certain sum, the pass could be charged with enough magic to pass the gate up to a week, which paid for the public transport system. Similarities to similar systems used by Revivians in their own realm are, of course, coincidental. Similar systems have been considered for adoption in other cities, though with the prohibitive costs, only Dernier, the capital of Penultia, has made any such headway.

of course, this being so late at night, the gates are open, including the larger gate ordinarily intended for letting in bicycles, luggage and the occasional horse. Wyverns are generally banned on the Magitram lines, though for obvious reasons, those with flying mounts tend to eschew the trams.

A crystal hangs off some rusted bolts on the platform's ceilings, with timers showing when the next tram will arrive; right now, it's blank, as the tram currently in the station is the last tram of the night. THe tram itself is a line of carriages fashioned from wood and steel, with crystals lighting the inside revealing tacky velvet seats. The tram is practically abandoned, and the doors are ajar.

"The tram's about to leave! E-everyone, get on!"

The Warriors make their way at a sprint, the Chiefs hot on their heels and running up the stairs. Anya stumbles on the way, only for Owyn to yank her to her feet, almost tossing her into the tram, helping Anna onto the tram and waiting around to ensure nobody else is left behind, before jumping on.

"The doors are now closing."

The Chiefs make it up the stairs just as the announcement ends and the tram pulls out of the station, leaving Fiorina Station behind.

The dark-skinned man glares at the back of the tram.

"....I have to know....what did they mean by that, being framed? Have I been played? Dammit. Brutus, Scipio, bring your men. We're going after that tram."
"With what, sir? We don't have horses or pegasi!"
"Have the Chiefs ever shied away from a challenge? Let's go!"

Belphegor looks aghast at Yliss' foolishness.
"...t-that's not how Succubus magic works! It only affects you in dreams, it shouldn't have any effect on you while you're awake! Are you literally insane?!"

---

As the (actually really nice) Ishim Corkscrew disappears down Yliss' throat, she feels...warm. Really warm, as if she were suddenly surrounded in a cushy, comfortable blanket. A haze begins to settle over her eyes, and nothing seems wrong.

In fact, everything seems better than normal.

When did Jarvis start working out? Yliss starts noticing the subtle, muscular curves of the monster-hunting man beneath his hard, firm armor. Maybe his face was as handsome as his body looked beneath all that. It'd be the stuff of fantasy, at least.

Was Asuna always that hot? Her smooth, pale skin, the way her hair falls across her back, her bright eyes....if she didn't frown so much and wasn't always bathed in the blood of her enemies, she'd be wife material.

And there was Keith. Damn, Keith. All natural bulk, built over years of bodybuilding. Twenty years of hard partying really didn't do a thing to make him look any less attractive. He was pretty much the model of the all-American boy, and that meant a good lot for his looks.

In fact, even looking at Vlad, one might understand his unique appeal. His heroic chin, the way the makeup accentuates his eyes...

---

Of course, from everyone else's point of view, Yliss has just simply begun sweating as much as Marta has.

Rosencrantz takes this moment to chirp up.
"Uh, guys? I think we have a problem."
He gestures towards the rest of the casino. Indeed, the free drinks have made their rounds, and it seems many of the casino's patrons are suffering the same ailment as Yliss and Marta, swooning and sweating, eyes full of lust and desire.

"Yeah, if any of my lazy sisters ever got off their backsides and went down here, maybe I'd let you beat them up. You mortals think I'm bad? At least I try even if nobody thanks me for it. _{And Mother wonders why I don't WANT Freya helping me.}"

Marta, meanwhile, looks disappointed by the free drink. She wipes her forehead.
"That....tastes off."

As the group begin leisurely walking up towards the station, they hear the rush of footsteps on the road behind them.

When the Warriors look back, they notice what, exactly, is coming for them. Clad in black and gold armor, wielding swords and other weapons that don't look either improvised or shoddy, the Drake Park Chiefs, it seems, have appeared.

At their head is a dark-skinned man, looking furious as all hell, a fur-lined cape billowing in the wind behind him as he hefts his large blade behind him.
"Warriors! It was you who killed my blood brother! I want answers, now!"
"Let's just go. We don't need to pick this fight, we'll miss the tram!"

With that, Nico makes a break for the stairs leading up towards the station.