Jaron ran with a smile on his face towards his car. He wasn't far from home base at all, he calculated that it'd take maybe six or seven minutes to get there. He pulled out his phone, dialing Chemical Girl's number. [i]Damn, I hope she's recovered enough to help. That Dragon dude was pretty tough.[/i] He received no answer, so he left a message.
	"Ay, Chem Girl. I hope you're ready to fight. The Light needs us." He closed his flip phone and stepped on the gas pedal of his sedan. Excitement building. Then the ground began to shake. His car was thrown off of the side of a road by a sudden crack in the road. He opened his eyes to find himself three feet from the mass of mangled metal that was his car. He tried to sit up but stopped when one of his broken ribs poked through his skin. He decided that was enough for him and passed out. 
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Chauncey stood about 50 yards from the Old Man. He had been just as shocked as Light by the shockwave. [i]He[/i] certainly hadn't caused it. He would deal with that later. As of now, he had a Light to darken. His hand split in two and the metal plates of his arm slid back revealing a sizeable minigun. He right hand did the same, but, this time revealing a short sword. He leapt from his hiding place and ran towards Williams. He stopped about six feet away and began spinning the cylinders of the minigun. He spoke to the old man.
	"I am CHNCY-3, I'd tell you to call me Chauncey, but it wouldn't really be worth it considering I'm about to riddle you with so many holes, one might mistake you for a poorly built dam." He really needed to work on his intimidating trash talk, but there'd be time enough for that after he ended the Light.