Cecil: *angry… starts fighting him harder, swords whistling as they begin to blur*

Drake: |: O *is being forced to give up ground*

Cecil: This ends here! *fights, moving without needing thought, unaware of the slight blurring and light around the edge of his shape*

Drake: *ducks around the side of the Cottage* ~It’s time for phase two. Your magic-machines better work, OMEGA!~