Jester was bouncing up and down the ground with his pointed shoes, the bells all over his costume ringing loudly. He was the type of guy that was powerful and hard to catch.
Midnight would admit that if he faces someone who is faster than him, he couldn't keep up, even with his power. But Jester could do it. Even when an enemy is faster than he is, he could use his tricks that would lessen the speed of his opponent so he could keep up.
He had tricks inside his pockets and sleeves, and most probably all parts of his costume. Elliot was lucky he blocked with Formidable Parry just a second after the explosion. He crashed on the ground, creating a small hole from the impact.
"Oh, little Elliot," Jester called. "I think you need more practice. I don't think you're qualified to win it yet."
