A shattering sound echoed out over the valley, but just as young master Providence’s mind realized that the sound was more along the lines of an ephemeral mirror cracking rather than the sundering of the earth and stone, it was too late.  Through the remnants of the spectacular special attack strode his opponent. Before the fog lifted from his mind, the trash- “His name was Kite something” -had stepped up to him, grabbed the voluminous front of his robe and struck his face with a gaunt...