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Persevering Spirits Safehaven

Lancelot, annoyed at the fact that he had missed his attack, slid across the floor, right claws extended to his side. They began to glow brightly as he prepared a brick break attack. The Weavile began to charge for Darkrai again when a voice rose about the others.

"Lancelot! Halt immediately!" Lancelot dug his heels in and stumbled as he stopped, ceasing his attack. He looked over as Arthur approached. The Gallade had recovered somewhat, having adjusted to Darkrai's presence, but he wasn't entirely used to it yet. Arthur glanced over Darkrai warily. "You refer to us all as hypocrites when there are some that stand before you innocent of the crimes you have accused them of? If you are trying to negotiate something, it is not off to a great start." Arthur stepped a little closer to the Darkrai, ready for an attacking but not preparing one himself, relying solely on his ability and quick reflexes should it come down to it. "But it seems there's two sides to this story. Pray tell, oh legendary, why do you approach us now and in this manner? You are, no doubt, well aware that we are obviously not found of you or your kind for the transgressions against us. And yet you still appear before us, not attacking, but not seeming entirely peaceful either. And you also accuse us of murdering innocent legendaries, an oxymoron in every sense to us but not so to you." Arthur paused then asked, "What is it that drove you here today, Darkrai?"