A cannonball explodes one of the outpost walls.

Three soldiers died because of it.

Artanne can be seen appearing through the hole, looking more irritated than gentle.

"Guys, they were mine! I'm hungry, I still have an appetite!"

The shooters saw their leader gesturing with his hands between the bodies and themselves to complain.

They burst out laughing and encouraged the unpredictable one to continue.

A grand staircase stands before him.

" On the upper floor is the chief sergeant, huh?

• Oh ho, this guy is finished. "

Artanne leaves his thoughts and climbs serenely.

His opponent was well prepared.

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With heavy armor and a huge steel hammer.

The indefinable one whistles with a big smile.

"Gosh, is that you, Caliclès?

* Artanne... Look at what you've become.

* Hmmm?

* Doomed to be the victim of your own madness,

Orchestrated by impossible dreams of grandeur.

I am the first rampart of Archal.

And you shall not pass.

* But wasn't your girlfriend leaving you because you were too fat?"

Caliclès fumes and charges straight at Artanne.

The violence of his first hammer blow shakes the entire structure like an electric shock.

But anger had gotten the better of his precision. He missed and was vulnerable.

"Oh no! She left you to come to me!"

He tries to cut his throat,

But the sergeant rolls on the ground and gets up in less than three seconds.

"I know you, Artanne."

The designated one was panting, smiling, and drooling.

"You're nothing special.

You're just sick.

Yes, you're one of those Amoks as they call them.

On the battlefield, you parade,

And avoid fighting with your allies

So that your murderous madness doesn't tear them apart without mercy.

But this armor will wear you out.

And your crushed head will delight me."

Artanne throws one of his scythes which digs into the iron skin.

He pulls on the chain connecting his two weapons to propel himself towards Caliclès.

The latter raises his hammer to easily strike down his target,

Hand in pocket,

Lit dynamite close,

Ready to explode,

In the gap caused by Croque,

Quick kick to get free,

Biting his lips.

Artanne begins to dance

And it explodes.

While he's fully into his revisited salsa.

"Tú y yo a la fiesta

Tú y yo-oh-oh, toda la noche yo yo allez !

Tú y yo a la fiesta

Tú y yo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Bailando, bailando

Amigos adiós, adiós, el silencio loco

Caliclès el nullos-os-yo !*"

An audience would have applauded him,

But it's his opponent who congratulates him,

By hitting him with a surprise hammer blow,

With immense force.