"Where is Ezra Miller?"
Ezra was unnerved, wondering what the problem was, but then he saw the one speaking-Valentine Kreel.
"Yes?!" Ezra hollered.
"Huh?" ran through simultaneously across everyone's mouth as they turned to see a tall dude draped in black clothes with silver hair.
The adequate response came forth.
"Who are you?"
Ezra locked eyes with Theron. "You haven't told them?"
"I was about to…" he stared at Valentine. "…when she came along"
"What do you want?" Ezra asked.
Valentine stared for a long minute. "I know that voice, but…is that you Ezra?"
"Of course not, my name is Micheal"
Valentine narrowed her eyes. "I'm not stupid you know"
"Huh? I actually didn't know"
She clenched her fists, quietly looking over Ezra's new figure. "Last time, you ignored my request for a duel. I'm here officially to reissue it"
Ezra stared with dead eyes.
His mind was still a mess hearing the possibility that he was unable to advance, so now he was just annoyed.
