[b][u]The Greatest Jubilee | Epilogue[/u][/b] [i]Metal clashes as Dante and Faraway claw and fight relentlessly. Swing after swing, blow, after blow, and yet not a single drop of blood has been spilt. Sparks fly as their attacks become faster. Faster, they swing, they combat and counter. Faster, their ferocity rises with every failed strike. Faster, until their blades parallel each other and they make contact with their opponent's chest. As both men fly back, Dante glimpses a distraught and bloodied June running towards him.[/i] "Not bad for a bunch of misfits, eh?" "Funny. I used to say the same thing about the guardsmen. But don't worry, victory is only as sweet as the blood of who fell trying to obtain it. Steel yourself, Marauder: you can't save your friend from all of us." [i]Faraway chuckles at this sound. For he, too, must admit.[/i] "You're right about that, but you assume I'm here to save him. You are sorely mistaken. He's my mark too." [i]Dante takes his words with a mild confusion, backing away slightly. He stares into the void underneath his cowl, trying desperately to find reason within his thinking.[/i] "Dante! We have to return to the Jubilee!" [i]He turns back and runs to June, who in turn halts any pursuit with a wall of purple fire. They depart, defeated, but confident. Almost as if they too have their own aces to play...[/i] [b]Quest: Complete.[/b]