Lady WiFi drew her saber at the masked man. "Because I know something you don't know."

"And what is that?" He asked.

She tossed her saber nonchalantly to her other hand. "That I am not left-handed."

ChatNoir was quite impressed with her showmanship. "You're amazing, my lady." He bowed.

"I ought to be after twenty years." She smirked lunging at the man with her saber.

"There is something I ought to tell you."
He said as they fought neither yielding.

"Tell me."

"I'm not left-handed either." He smirked.

"Who are you?" She asked as she was one of the best swordman in the Kingdom and yet, this stray was equally as skilled as she.

"No one of consequence."

"I must know."

"Well, M'Lady get used to disappointment."

"Well, okay Sir." The two fought a battle that was equivalent as a Waltz. The music was clashing of their swords glistening gloriously. Certainly a site to behold. But, at last a dance must end.

"Kill me quickly." She ordered as she knelt to the ground in front of the man.
She moved her auburn hair from her neck preparing to be beheaded.

"I would as soon destroy a stained-glass window as an artist like yourself. However, since I can't have you following me either...."

She bowed her head and he hit Lady WiFi over the head with the hilt of his sword. She hit ground, out cold.

"Please understand I hold you in the highest respect." ChatNoir said apologizing for knocking such an astonishing duelist unconscious.

Volpina notice the silhouette of ChatNoir held up the hill instead of her sword woman. "INCONCEIVABLE! Give her to me. Catch up with us quickly."

"What do I do?" Bubbler asked. Knowing that Volpina probably wanted him to distract ChatNoir but how Lady WiFi skills were uncomparable.

"FINISH HIM, FINISH HIM! YOUR WAY!"

"Oh good, my way. Thank you, Fox." He said relieved that it was on his terms not her's.

"Pick up one of those rocks, get behind the boulder. In a few minutes the man in black will come running around the bend. The minute his head is in view, HIT IT WITH THE ROCK!!" She ordered as Lady WiFi was the one to dispose of unwanted nuisances.

"You way is not very sportsmanlike."
Bubbler said only to be smacked by Volpina's flute.

ChatNoir approached only to be almost get crush by a boulder. "I did that on purpose. I didn't have to miss." Bubbler stated.

"I believe you." He paused staring at the boulder. "So what happens now?"

"We face each other as God intended...sportmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone."

"You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?"

Bubbler's voice cracked. "I could kill you now."

"Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting."

"It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise."

ChatNoir put down his sword and punched Bubbler which had no effect.
"Look, are you just screwing around with me or what?" As brute strength was not the answer for this opponent.

"I just want you to feel you're doing something." Bubbler threw a punch but the suave ChatNoir dodges it. "You're quick."

"And a good thing, too."

"Why are you wearing a mask? Were you burned by acid or something like that?" Bubbler asked as it was quite odd to wear a mask or dress like an animal unless you were Ladybug.

"Oh no, it's just they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone'll be wearing them in the future."

"I just figured that you would give me alot trouble."

"Why's that, do you think?

"Well, I haven't fought just one person for so long. I've been specializing in groups. Battling gangs for local charities, that kind of thing."

"Why should that make such a-" took a couple breaths for Bubbler had tossed him over his shoulder. "-difference?"

"Well, you see, you use different moves when you're fighting half a dozen people than when you only have to be worried about ... one."

ChatNoir didn't drop all his weapons for he still had his baton in which he used to trip Bubbler. His head hit a rock knocking the monstrous looking human  unconscious.

ChatNoir stood up dusting himself off.
"I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But, in the meantime, rest well, and dream of your beloved auburn haired lady."

As ChatNoir was wishing Bubbler sweet dreams, Prince Felix looked at the scuff marks on the ground on top of the mountain. With the Prince were his trusted soldiers Luka Couffaine and Juleka Couffaine; siblings and excellent trackers.

"There was a mighty duel. It ranged all over. They were both masters." Luka said as he saw foot prints.

"Who do you think won? How did it end?" Juleka mumbled to her brother.

Luka knelt to the ground and  examined the dirt closer. "The loser... ran off alone, and the winner followed those footprints... that way." He pointed.
"Shall we track them both?"

The Prince weighed his options. "The loser is no concernof mine. Only the princess matters. Clearly this was all planned by the Bourgeois.We must all be ready for whatever lies ahead."

Luka raised an eyebrow. "Could this be a trap?"

"I always think everything could be a trap...which is why I'm still breathing." Prince Felix said as she was always up for a little challenge.