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[Star Ranger4]

“I AM I, DON QUIXOTE! THE LORD OF LA MANCHA! DESTROYER OF EVIL AM I” his protector continued singing, even as he crossed his arms before flinging them back out in an arc before the pair, spraying something that glistened in a way that made Phobeus think of soap, or cooking oil where it landed on the cobblestones. “I will march to sound of the trumpets of glory, forever to conquer or die!” What ever it was, the men charging their position were slipping, falling; unable to stay upright.

“I don’t suppose?”

“No, Phobeus. These weapons are bound as tightly to me as your oath to your king. Bide, though, and I will provide.” After saying this, the strange Iberian Don leapt over the area he’d just denied the use of to Frollo’s men as the Don brought his gauntlets together, and when he drew them apart as he landed, a quarterstaff manifested between. A devastating weapon in the right hands, as the Don was proving, but one that a soldier could, in time, survive and return to service. Such mercy… was not something Phoebus had been trained to grant anyone other than to nobles of a rank higher than his own. Yet, Quixote was granting it to ALL who faced him on the field of combat this day.