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"...Yeah but it's your planet. What would you do if this place was caught in a storm or something? Stand in the rain like an idiot pounding on the door?" ....Okay, scratch that. Penthe probably would cause apparently she couldn't hit worth s**t. "Real good thing you're attack arcs... You'd be ******** otherwise..." Lellouch sighed. The blonde just crossed her arms as she listened. "Three things. One, now what? Second, A petrified forest? Third, if it's yours then why are you bitching about breaking a window."

"Four day's isn't a hell of a long time and you know it." The blonde senshi just snorted and continued to watch the Ginger throw rocks in vain. "After watching this.... spectacle, you have no right to mock my magic anymore." Course Penthe had yet to even SEE her magic. "The second you start too, I will promptly remind you that you couldn't break a ******** glass pane with a rock." Lellouch huffed, as she knelt to get a rock or two for herself. "We both know you'll jump me and take me here anyway, regardless if I even want to so why are you even pulling the 'If ya want t'come back' bullshit?" She mumbled, doing her best impression of the war ravaged senshi.

"This may be a stupid question considering who I'm talking to, but why the Colosseum?" She asked as she lazily tossed a pebble to the side as the pair walked down the street. The next thing either of them knew, there was a loud shattering noise which caused Lellouch to flinch instantly. The last time she had heard that noise, she had been thrown through a window herself. The blonde turned her head, and sure enough, she had completely shattered the window to one of the smaller buildings on the street. Lellouch blinked, looking from the now empty window, to the shards, to Penthe. Then with out warning she bolted for the Coloseeum.

"How the ******** was I suppose to know it would break! I just watched you fail miserably at the same thing!" Lellouch shouted over her shoulder. "What happened to '********' magic!'." It wasn't her fault. At all. Nope. She was totally innocent.

"If I'm cursed, I will kill you." The blonde senshi grumped as Penthe finally caught up with her. "Alright.. once again, now what. We're here."

"In my defense. I didn't know that. Or else I wouldn't have thrown the ******** rock.." Lellouch grumbled, following Penthe in the building. "Who do the voodoo? You doo!" The blonde sing songed only to flinch when Penthe turned and glared at her. The blonde instantly straightened and feigned innocence. "Which one of you naughty children be messin with the shadow man?" Lellouch chirpped when Penthe turned back around.

This time Lellouch had to duck when Penthe threw a punch.

Penthe huffed quietly, turning back around as she walked towards the center of the Colosseum.

A moment later, Lellouch was - by her perspective - gone, because she no longer saw the Colosseum in the present, but instead the version of it that had existed a thousand years before.

She could hear a crowd cheering all around her, shouting her name, calling for "Evadne," and some part of her realized that was the name of her past-self, but more importantly, she knew that she was here for battle. She and her opponent, a young man, were circling each other, hands curled around small daggers. Her opponent was cocky, obvious in his stance and his tone when he addressed her.

"You think to challenge me with a girlchild? She's not even a full Senshi yet!" His laugh was mocking, and he stopped moving - and she used the opportunity to strike, leaping forward and driving her dagger into his chest.

He made a sputtering noise of surprise, desperately flailing with his dagger and opening a cut on her arm. She pulled out her blade and slashed his throat, and with a gurgle, he fell.

Cheers erupted around her, and a voice boomed -

"The Trial of First Blood is complete! Evadne has succeeded!"

Penthesilea jolted back to reality, and shook her head. She was used to small impressions, whispers of words or calls on the wind, maybe a brief glimpse - not a full-on trip a thousand years back.

"Whoa," she said, her voice soft.

Evadne. She had never heard that name before, but it felt good. Right.

"I was Evadne," she said, out loud, without properly realizing it.

Penthe had to be reoriented to reality, but Lellouch's confused voice did a good job of doing so. She jerked her head up and shook it a little. "I had a...a vision. A memory, really, of my past life." She could still feel the weight of the dagger in her hand, and hear the desperate gurgle with which her opponent had died.

"I saw, or - I was past-me, participatin' in some kinda ritual battle. Couldn'ta been more'n thirteen. I had t'kill my opponent with nothin' but a tiny little knife." She brought up her hands to indicate the size - perhaps seven inches from end to end. "I did it 'cause he didn't take a tiny thirteen-year-old girl seriously." She didn't realize it, but a wicked grin had made its way onto her face and her eyes lit up as she described her victory. "They called it the Trial'a First Blood. An' I finally heard her name. My old name. Evadne."

Penthe laughed, shaking her head. "I'd argue I ain't the weird one, but I did just see a vision a thousand years old," she said, and then she sighed. "We should go back." She said, and she held out a hand. "I'm sure somebody on your chain'a command is lookin' for ya."

Penthe closed her eyes and concentrated, and in a moment they were whisked back to the same rooftop they'd left from. "That was educational," she said, which seemed an understatement. "You alright?"