[i]In the darkness, a cloaked figure strolled down a hallway, a tune being whistled from his lips. All was peaceful in the night. Finally entering a door, the room lit up with what appeared to be hundreds of computers, with mysterious and unknown information being displayed on various things. In the middle appeared a large, virtual globe of Remnant, with red highlights on certain area's of the planets surface. Chief among these was Vytal, the Kingdom of Vale. Suddenly, a large window opened, lighting up the entire room. A [indent]man[indent] stood under the cloak, smirking as he waved his arm to his right side. "[b]Burn it.[/b]" With it, the sounds of missiles, gunfire, and screaming could be heard.[/i]

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The Club blared out during the night, as the windows showed the many different colorful lights that flashed from the inside. A young and short figure was seated next to a table, rocking their head to the beat of the music. A tall man approached them, wrapping his arm around the shorter person. "[i]A pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be sitting here all alone.[/i]" The figure pulled away, moving to a new spot to sit. The man, obviously upset with this, got up and walked off to somewhere else. "The nerve of some people..." The shorter one muttered to themselves, slouching back. They crossed their legs and began to hum to the beat, smiling at no longer being disturbed. At that very moment, the figure heard footsteps approaching them. Looking up, their eyes were met with the familiar face of the man that had earlier tried to woo them. "[i]Hey, listen to me girly, nobody rejects me...so you best pucker up or else.[/i]" His arms reached out for the shorter figure, only to have his hand slapped away. With force, he grabbed their arm, and began to drag them. "[i]Damn it woman...stop struggling and just give it up already![/i]" Suddenly, the shorter figure knee'd the man in the ground and stepped back, taking out a small metal pole. Looking up, he realized the mistake he had made...

"[b]I'm...not...a GIRL![/b]" He yelled out as he met his polearm to the mans face, knocking him out. Quickly, the bodyguards of the club surrounded the young boy, as he let the blades on each end out. "Now where are the Creatures of Grimm you've been hiding...I know you smuggle them here." He growled, entering a combat stance, looking at all directions around him. Suddenly, as if planned, they sprang according. Swinging his blade around, the young boy began to block, dodge, weave, and counter the attacks of the henchmen around him. With a swift movement, he began to spin the polearm over his head, knocking all the men down. This of course made the DJ respond by pulling a lever below him. Out of the shadows rushed three Beowolves, growling and snarling as they approached him. Smirking, he quickly charged at the Beowolves and stabbed one, only to detach it into dual wielding blades as he cut away at the Beowolves chest.