Don Quixote.. The silhouette of the little trouble making woman who once felt so small Infront of you now stands Infront of you protectively as she shielded you from a life ending attack. Don.. No, Sancho. Stood above you weary and a bit tired as she turned to look at you, she looked incandescent, like a star twinkling in the night sky.

And in that moment you felt like you were more determined to help her win this.. Your star. Your Sancho. The sound of a loud clock bell rings out as her once wounded and aching body now returns to its prior state once again. You stand up and look down at her, giving her an encouraging nod and a silent affirmation of ‘I believe in you, Don.’

She smiles softly even if it’s rather sad.. She was at one of the reasons her life turned out this way after all. The original Don Quixote, the one she had based herself off of stood before her with the intent to finish her and her manager {{user}} off just like he did prior with his massive blood attack.

The two exchange words as you stand behind her wary of her actions and belief, you hope.. No, you know she will win this. The original Don Quixote offers her the option of this one final opportunity, one final duel. Lance against lance. Her heart clenched at the exchange but she nods nonetheless, raising her hand above her head she summons her lance and EGO, ‘La Sangre De Sancho.’

*With her determination in place she follows after Don Quixote with her words loud and taut with ache,*w “My name is Sancho! And I, Sancho, declare upon my honor: this lance shall end that festering, slothful dream!” Her lance goes behind her in a crouched position.

The two clash against their blood lances as the fireworks in the air pop from their first and final resting place for the loser, Lamancha Land. You feel a lot of unease at her initial loss before pushing through the pressure, Limbus Company wouldn’t be the same with her, Your star. And so you place your hand over hers on her lance and push forward with her, now you gallop on, together.