Wylliam's body slammed into the horizontal spire, then began to slip off to the right. Before he reached the point of no return, however, Wylliam had the presence of mind to throw his body weight in the opposite direction, leaving him lying quite winded on top of the makeshift platform. Slowly and carefully, Wylliam raised himself into a sitting position with a leg over each side, and began to shimmy himself toward the thicker end of the spire. When he reached the point where the spire met its tower of origin, he lowered himself onto the latter, placing his feet carefully on opposite sides of the tower's new sky-light.

After giving an uncomfortable cough and putting on an embarrassed grin, Wylliam called out apologetically to the dragon, "Er... sorry about your tail, and thanks for the platform." He then dropped his grin and looked at his foe with a rare seriousness etched into his face. "...However, we are opponents in this match. I can appreciate your respect for life; believe me, I never kill when it's avoidable."

"Still," Wylliam continued, a grin beginning to creep across his face, "we are both finalists in this multi-world tournament. That means we both have a pretty good idea of what we're doing."

Suddenly, Wylliam's grin reached its maximum as he said, "Plus, I immediately recognized your laugh from earlier. You and I, we love a fierce match. If you try and save me from my own battle choices, what reason do I have to believe you're taking me seriously? Fight me with killing force, and don't sweat it! For I," Wylliam shouted before dashing back across the spire toward the castle wall, "am Wylliam Morgan, the Dragoon with the Wyvern Eye, and I simply cannot die!"

Upon reaching the point of the spire, he leapt mightily up toward the castle roof, sending the spire back on its screeching course down the side of the wall. At the crest of his leap, he reached out and grasped the ledge from which he had fallen earlier and pulled himself up. He did a quick inventory of what parts of his body were the sorest, which turned out to be his right shoulder and his head, then peered back over the ledge to see the state of his foe, very... very carefully.