Monica Montero let forth a battle cry as she charged with her sword over her head. At long last, she had uncovered the man behind the heinous murder of her brother. Django flipped backwards, removed his overcoat and whipped out a sword of his own, concealed within a holster beneath his tuxedo.

He grinned harshly as their steel blades clashed so hot that sparks shot from the metal. "Tell me this, chica," he asked as his purple eyes gazed coldly behind the blade. "Why did you take so long to find me? If I remember, Hector was killed on your eleventh birthday and your face was like a birthday cake left in the rain."

Monica Montero's teeth gnashed as her long dark hair flew in every direction while they sparred. "I knew I couldn't handle you as I was then, maleante! I had to get stronger."

Her brown eyes glared harshly at him. "You were the second strongest swordsman in our village and only Papa stood ahead of you. His and my brother's death is why I picked up the blade."

"Ah," Django smirked as he parried her swing. "So that is why you sought such a creamy sauteed technique as the Loveblade."

"I will have my revenge by any means necessary," Monica said. "Even if it meant tracking down the Beauty Scroll to do it!"

Django chortled, still in his waiter demeanor with a few 'ho ho ho's'. He stepped back and held his sword in a way that divided his face. "Go ahead, chica. Hit me with it then. My body is your oyster."

"Very well!" she cried. "I will!" and she etched a heart in the air, creating a pink aura like the one she had used on Chloe. With a kiss, she blew it forward right at Django.

With a grunt, he shattered the aura in half, leaving Monica, Chloe and Ramone agape. "Why didn't it work?" she growled.

A grin covered the face of her rival. "I think you don't understand sword magic at all, leetle girl. A master like me can shatter a parlor trick like that in seconds and dice it up like a sweet onion that makes you cry!"

He began to chortle, leaving Chloe red faced and Ramone even redder.

"Weak-willed?!" the young queen stammered.

"No wonder my seduction technique failed on him," Ramone said with his hooves held to his heart.

"Nah," Django said. "You're just an old goat!"

Ramone bah'ed so hard it sounded like he was reverting back to his animal roots. "Kick his booty for me, Swordswoman!"

The sixteen year old swordswoman had no idea why her enemies had become her biggest cheerleaders, but she used the oppurtunity to chase down Django. She swung her sword like a berserker aiming to separate his head from his shoulders.

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But Django merely snickered and nearly telepathically countered every swing she took at him. "I know the reason indeed why you're here!" he said.

Monica pursed her lips. "Other than to carve my family name in your murderous chest?"

"Such fire and spice!" Django laughed. "You are one hot tamale! But no, I've seen you marking your family name all over the vacation complex. Perhaps you too are looking for the golden walnut that lies within one of these houses."

"Golden walnut?!" Ramone muttered. "All these food metaphors are making me hungry."

"They're making me want to barf!" Chloe exclaimed.

"Yes," Django said with a fixed smile. "For her father had concealed a fabulous treasure in one of these houses, rarer than the goose who laid the golden eggs! Both the girl and I are searching for it!"

"Si!" Monica said her face covered in her dark hair. "But I will finish you before that!"

With a roar, she charged forth again giving it her all, but Django merely lifted his leg up high and kicked her in the chin. She fell back to the ground dazed as Django stood over her. "Ho ho ho," he chortled. "You will never match the prime rib that was your father. Or even the delicious side dish that was your brother. You may be pretty, mon cherie, but being beautiful doesn't amount to anything in the world of swordfighting."

Monica breathed hard as she looked up at him. He tossed his hands aside "Haven't you noticed how the best sword fighters in the world are a bunch of uglies? Covered in scars and lacerations?!"

Monica was totally silent. But as she looked up at him, her memories flashed back to hearing the same things from her brother. Only her father didn't feel the same way as either of them.

"Go back to your pagents chica!" he sneered and he stepped on her chest.

She gasped as she felt his boot attempt to crush her lungs."You'll never beat me. I have years of advanced training and I don't have a bunch of assets weighing me down like a fancy wedding cake!"

The cruel ex-waiter continued to snicker, but he stopped when he saw a veiny purple fist come flying at his face. "Get off that strangely hot lady!" Chloe cried.

Django jumped back, stepping off of Monica's chest. "Another clam joins the chowder!" he remarked. "No matter."

His sword was pointed right at Chloe's neck. "I will finish you," he hissed.

"Master Django--"

Django turned his head. A masked man on a horse galloped next to the patio. He resembled the way Monica dressed before she had revealed her face. He held an inked piece of paper in his hands.

"Django!" he cried, pulling the reigns back on the horse. "I've located Montero's vacation house and I've got some good news and some bad news!"

"Proceed…" Django said. "Good news first."

"The good news," the goon remarked. "I located his treasure."

"The bad news?!"

"It's merely a sea chart that leads to his treasure!"

"Well then," Django remarked. "I've got some good news and some bad news myself."

The masked man dismounted and looked earnestly at Django. "The good news is," the slasher began and he took the sea chart. "I found the sea chart."

"And the bad news?!" his minion asked.

"Like leftover pizza, I won't need you anymore," he said with a snarl and he slashed the man, leaving him dead on the ground.

Django leaped onto his house and shouted "Au revoir!"

As he galloped away, Ramone ran up to Chloe and Monica, the latter who lay coughing and sputtering from being stomped on. But before they could say anything to her or even help her up, they were surrounded by royal guards of the Queen's navy.

"Queen Annabell?!" the head of the guards announced.

"What?" Chloe demanded.

"We've just received word from the minister. You're coming back to Dedlam Asylum with us."