(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Gildarts]

"Ha! You'll do great-" Looking at the girl spawned a new discovery in the mage. Karl had said Gildarts had another daughter and then it dawned on him, that letter he'd received had been very old. Lost in the mail, or something. Verses have different times the realization wrote itself over his stony features. Then, Gil sighed and let it go. It was in the last Abyss he'd learned a vital lesson about friendship, and a great lesson about this Prime only championship. There was no permanently killing anyone of his competitors or even his partner. And then, as though someone had been holding a breath for many years, a weight was released from the prime's shoulders. One he had felt the last competition, but this one, a futile mission, instantly turned out to be a dead end.

But here was a new beginning, a new face, and a new fight.

"Do you like magic Cerise? That's the kind of fighting style I have. It's called Crash Magic and it is one of the most powerful and destructive from my home land." A reassuring smile touched his eyes as his lips widened through his beard. Gildarts offered comfort in the confidence he felt in his own skin, radiating, the 'kid' could become more comfortable in her own time. She looked a little jittery, and her small stature didn't help her look any less like a bug.

"Most people think that destruction marks for the end of an age, but it also allows for change and new growth," if the child hadn't seen his steel leg from beneath the cloak, she now had the opportunity to get a gleaming glimpse at the ashy silver, hollow contraptions as Gildarts raised his hand and a small beam of white netting glowed like a lantern to the ceiling. The mage kept focus on his release, wasn't it last time he'd shaken the floor ? This time he didn't plan on crumbling the ceiling above them, especially with his youthful partner in his presence.