The combination of berserk strength and uncanny precision is simply too much for Propeller Knight to keep up with. Already on the defensive from Yang's onslaught, his rhythm is thrown off by the addition of Blake, and the two strike simultaneously, sending him careening through the air and into a nearby statue in a heap of limbs and armor.

After a moment's staggering, his propeller putters back to live, and he launches himself skyward unsteadily, looking much more disheveled than he was when he got here and trying to ignore the fact that his rapier's blade is now bent at a sharp angle. "My congratulations to you both for a fine battle - even two against one, to be able to best me is a fine feat. I shall disgracefully leave you to your gem."

"Tell the young man in shining armor that the Order of No Quarter send their regards." The knight flees into the sky, dropping behind a pair of roses for the victors.