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Hank stared at the ground, lost in his thought. He didn't know how he'd build up his entire meat collection from scratch again. Most of the meat he had in the explosion had been with him for months/]. He could try starting all over back in Australia, but there were small armies located at every wildlife preserve. If people wanted boring meat. He could try raiding some farm up in the states, but that'd put him on par with every other butchering schmuck. What made him above the rest is that he dealt in meat that you couldn't find at the nearest lil' food shop. Big Wigs all around the world knew about him notoriously, he was one of the few "Meat Men" who had practically every meat on the market, but he's not in that anymore until he can find some more meat.

He almost didn't notice when the kid standing next to him spoke.

“Mister, are you a cook?” Little Gideon asked.

"Huh? Oh. Uh... I am, yeah." Hank replied.

The strange kid stepped closer to the man, breaching the personal space to…sniff him. It had only taken two sniffs for Little Gideon to place the scent to some odd meat smell. He leaned back away from the man and told him—what he might have already known: “You smell like meat! Do you have any on you?”

"Nah... Not ever since, like, a half hour ago..." Hank looked at the child. He must have been some starving homeless kid, judging by how he was wearing some cotton dress. He sighed as he pulled out the mini-freezer from underneath his jacket. He was mildly surprised; He saw the last good thing in his collection, a Dodo Drumstick, which was it's own story with some crazy scientist...
He couldn't give this away, it was the last thing he had!...

But then he saw the kid staring wide-eyed at him, and let out a heavy sigh. "Here. Take it, kid."

Holding it out for the kid, Hank's face was filled with regret. He suddenly jerked it back.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Hank dropped his cleaverblade, and whipped out his Flamethrower. He held the drumstick in one hand, and roasted it with the flamethrower in the other. After a good ten seconds, he turned it off and handed it to the kid.

"Sorry, it's a little bit hot. Didn't want to feed a kid raw food."

Hank sat back down and sheathed his flamethrower.






Calvin saw Yen's wound and blinked. He wasn't used too much to the sight of blood.

"Oh wow. That's not too good." Calvin commented, as dozens of bullets crashed against the fan protecting them. His hand glew blue, and he he moved it close to her wound. "Here, maybe I can put it on ice."

Calvin waited for the rimshot. The guy was probably dead, though.

He shrugged, as he touched his hand against Yen's wound. Ice immediately started to build up around it, blocking the blood flow, but probably causing more pain from the wound than if Calvin had just ran and grabbed a first-aid kit. "Sorry, I'm not too good at healing."

Suddenly, Calvin winced as a loud thud echoed throughout the entire stadium over the gunfire and combat noises. Some giant pill had landed smack dab in the center of the stadium, four giant legs coming out of it. That wasn't a pill, that was a robot! It created some black-hole thingy in front of it, and both Yen and Calvin felt themselves get pulled towards it, along with anything else that wasn't bolted to the ground. Calvin tried grabbing onto some chairs, but kept getting sucked closer. Just as he was about to regret all those Walruses he picked fights with, he felt himself calmly hang in the air. Dozens of other Nomads and robots were suspended in mid-air around the black hole.

"Really rough day, huh?" Calvin asked to Yen.

Everyone suddenly hit the ground as the black sphere faded. This sure was a battle, Calvin thought, as suddenly all the Nomads and Robots fighting each other were suddenly in one spot through the entire stadium in all-out warfare. Calvin knew exactly what to do. He pushed Yen to a crouch, as both of his hands glowed blue with Ki.

"Igloo." Calvin calmly stated.

A neat dome of ice immediately erected around Calvin and Yen in the midst of battle.

"There we go. This should give us a few seconds to think about what we do once either this Igloo melts, or some robot blows it up. Or maybe some dick of a Nomad considers us cowards and immediately shatters it."
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Inanna’s question was left unanswered as the woman left. Well, he supposed everyone was busy with such a big tournament going on. Such rudeness should be a most intolerable offense in any decent society... his partner chimed, though Inanna shook his head. He wasn’t entitled to anyone else’s time! The voice churned out to continue the debate before Inanna noticed… something. He looked away, prompting his partner to ask if he was even paying attention, followed by silence.

The sky was coated in some strange form of creature neither of them had seen before. It was hard to get a good look at any one of them, but when Inanna focused, he could discern that they seemed to be made of metal, and they looked like they were holding those “firearm” things that he trained against a couple of times. He watched them for a moment. Bring one here... He nodded, opening a portal near him connected to one in the path of the drones. One flew through the portal...

Only to keep going and crash against the nearby wall. Inanna jumped in shock for a moment before closing the portal and making sure it was okay. It shuddered weakly, sparks flying from it for a moment before it ceased. Do not worry yourself, the voice chided. They are but thoughtless constructs, not fit to stand up to a mere human, let alone our divine majesty! Inanna thought about protesting this for but a moment before his thoughts were interrupted by a hail of bullets around him. A few stung against his ki guard before he dived sideways and opened a portal above his head to redirect the gunfire, connected to one facing down over the mechanical swarm.

“We should probably leave!” Inanna said as a few more robots flew into the ground around him. No, the voice commanded. They are clearly after something in the arena. We must examine this situation more closely. We may not get another chance! The voice was absolutely awash with relish, more than Inanna had heard from it ever before, and he decided to obey it. He heard explosions on the roof, and warped up there to investigate. He began to regret the decision as he was met with another barrage of gunfire, wincing at the pain. He put up a portal guard to protect his flanks, deterred some robots with a few swings of his staff, and dived into a roll to evade some extra fire. He actually felt a little cool pulling off that move… until he realized he fell into a hole in the roof. He cried out for a moment before he shortened his otherwise devastating fall with a well-placed portal to the ground, off to the side of the arena. He sighed contentedly for a moment, willing to ignore the fighting of the robots for just a moment while he regained his composure…

Until a far larger robot dropped from the ceiling, looking like some sort of large spider, perhaps. He watched in curiosity as the robot summoned a large black orb… and he was suddenly lifted off of his feet. Stay on your guard, you fool! Inanna swung his staff at the ground, being lucky enough to catch one of its hooked ends on some part of the stands. He spent a few moments scrambling to steady his grip before he turned back, noticing that part of the machine’s armor had fallen off, and that some other Nomads weren’t nearly as lucky with the whole gravity well situation. Realizing that he didn’t have a very good way to help them, he decided to open a portal near him connected to the area in front of the exposed machinery. He let his legs fall through the portal and began kicking at the incomprehensible inner layer of the robot. Not all that hard, but he could have sworn he heard something crackling a couple times. Maybe. He was helping, right?
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The strange man with the giant cleaver on his back surprised the kid when he removed a mini fridge from his jacket. Did they really make convenient to-go fridges? I gotta get me one of those, Little Gideon mused to himself. He watched Hank open the fridge and raised a little on his toes to see if he could peek inside, but the cook didn’t seem like he was ready to part with whatever was in it.

The man sighed as though finally giving in and yielded, Here. Take it, kid.

Settling down flatly on his feet, Little Gideon saw him reveal some chicken leg. At least it looked like a chicken leg. He made a grab motion for it only to grab air as Hank quickly retracted it. Briefly, Little Gideon’s eyes swelled pathetically. Was this guy playing a trick?

I-I'm sorry…

The man dropped his massive blade, scaring Little Gideon into taking two steps away from him. The boy’s face then went blank with confusion when Hank suddenly whipped out a flamethrower. A hand rose to Little Gideon’s brown hair to give it a scratch. Well...he said he was a chef. It only made sense that he had some fire source to cook with. Dropping his hand after Hank roasted the leg, Little Gideon excitedly took the leg like a cone from the ice cream man.

Sorry, it's a little bit hot. Didn't want to feed a kid raw food.

Waving the leg around to cool it a little, Little Gideon raced over to the bus stop bench and plopped down right next to Hank as though they were the best of friends, or from a social perspective, father and son. He brought the leg up to his mouth and sank his teeth into its toasted flesh. The only noise around them then was the sound of Little Gideon tearing meat from the bone and crunching through tendon. Why the boy was there was a mystery. Were they catching the same bus? Maybe.
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The green-eyed woman stared curiously at the darling of North Korea as she aimed a jump kick at her opponent, the American with the fascination with dinosaurs, and sailed right over her head, using the momentum of her enemy's attack. An unusual move, but based on her opponent's reaction, an effective one. Yes, this will have to be recorded.

The fight between Yeong-Suk and Brooke was exciting enough that no one really payed much attention to the perfectly average woman sitting quietly near the back, her acid green eyes staring intently at the two of them locked in epic combat. Acknowledging the impressive jump kick, the woman pulled from her sleeve something resembling a round chunk of obsidian that fit in the palm of her hand. Her fingers twitched instinctively as two crystals started to grow from the rock, bending and shaping themselves into two humanoid figures, standing in fighting poses. the woman's eyes flashed once, and the two figures performed the move that she saw the North Korean perform on her opponent. Satisfied, the mysterious woman waited for the crystals to be absorbed back into the stone and replaced it within her robes. She doubted that she would be in a situation where she had to move against this little patriot, but as the Keepers said, a little insurance never-

Someone nearby screamed. The green-eyed woman wondered if she missed something happening in the fight when she recorded the move before realizing that everyone was turning around. She got a glimpse of something gray and metallic barging into the stadium before gunfire joined the sounds of panicked shouting. Robots, the green-eyed woman realized with a scowl. The handiwork of inept primates, barging their way into the arena. This was not according to the plan. Deeply irritated at the interruption, she waited for a panicked crowd to flee in her direction before crouching down in their midst and vanishing, appearing to have been swept off with the mob. This tournament was over, she reasoned, and with no winner the prize was going to vanish from her sight if she didn't act. And luckily for her, the cash prize would certainly draw some hapless nomads and lead her right it.

There was a clanking echo of metal as one of the machines nearly barged into her invisible self, only for her to step gracefully to the side, leaving one foot extended to trip it up. Her invisibility wore off as the robot tumbled head over heels down the stadium seats, banging like a gong on every step before landing in a heap next to the arena. The woman looked around her as the artificial eyes trained themselves on their latest victim, half of them charging forward with blades extending from their arms, while the other half lumbered forward with their guns, backed up by a larger machine standing head and shoulders above the others, its eyes a vicious glowing red.

Vindani's eyes flashed green as the machines lumbered forward. Standing their casually with her arms behind her back, the woman quietly observed them as they charged in, dodging a wild swing from the first to reach her. It lost its balance slightly. The momentum threw it off. The blades are heavy, not balanced for their bodies. Another swung forward, missing by inches. The woman saw the metal skin up close as the blade passed by. Cheap steel, better for mass production, but lacking flexibility. Scraping of metal as it turned, sparking wires. Joints are weak, unprotected. They're armed with standard weapons. Human weapons. Easily disabled. Cannon fodder. Common soldiers. Easily destroyed. Easily broken. Easily sundered with the perfect...precise...strike...

...

There. Right there.

Time to deconstruct.

"Pathetic worms. I will tear you all to pieces!"

Vindani erupted into her true form just as she dodged another attack from the robots. The vipers leapt from beneath her robes and tore through the unprotected leg joints, throwing the machine to the ground as a glowing green cobra sliced through its neck. The Naga left no room for retaliation as she danced from robot to robot, her serpents ripping through the arms and legs of the machines as they helplessly tried to fight back. The other robots fired back, but only hit their friends as Vindani's serpents pulled and twisted the machines back and forth, shielding her from harm. It wasn't long before the robots who had charged her were lying on the ground, helplessly writhing back and forth. The Naga gave a sharp, hissing laugh and charged at the remaining machines. Confident from such and easy shot, the robots saw their bullets fly through a smokey mirage before the Naga appeared behind them. And the game began again. Serpents ripped through their joints as Vindani writhed in the midst of the carnage, bullets piercing through metal as the cobras pulled them back and forth, tearing them apart like dry leaves.

With a crack of her tail, Vindani sent the last of the machines into a wall, watching pompously as it scrambled to get up again, only to collapse as the acid from her serpents dissolved its legs from the inside out. Smiling, she turned to the last machine, towering over her like the colossus. Did they feel fear, Vindani wondered? If they did, she was certain this soulless automaton would have felt it now. The cobra in her sleeve reared up to strike, waiting for the right moment...

It was provided. The machine lumbered forward with one heavy swing, and it was over. Vindani sidestepped easily, and with a flick of the wrist the serpent leapt out and plunged into the robot's exposed arm and vanished underneath the armored plating. Chuckling to herself, the Naga watched as the machine jerked back and forth, a pool of dark fluids collecting underneath the machine's feet as the ki cobra tore through the vulnerable innards of the great metal monster. Finally there came an acidic hiss as the cobra burst from the machine's neck in a shower of sparks, popping off the head like a cork in a wine bottle. Vindani somberly held out her arm as the ki serpent crawled down the chest of the machine and onto the arm of its master as she extended one finger with the same hand and gently pushed on the robot's chest. Thus with a sound of strained metal, the once formidable robot keeled over, hitting the ground with a thunderous echo that shook the ground. Vindani paused to admire her handiwork, but only for the briefest of moments.

She still had work to do.
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“Here.”

Voyt tossed down the briefcase in front of the old man and his small group of suit clad bodyguards. The Jackal winced as the case hit the sandy floor with a thud and looked up at Voyt with a frown.

“It’s padded” the gunslinger said with a shrug “Your little science project’ll be fine.”

“Be that as it may” The Jackal replied, making a genuine effort to keep up his facade of an affable businessman “There’s a good few vials missing inside this case.”

Voyt frowned slightly. “You oughta know by now that the arena’s lost. Few gang members targeted the tourney a while back and now the building itself is under attack from these machines, strange stuff.”

“Yes I’d heard that” The Jackal said with a slight nod “Regardless you are missing some of the targets I requested, but given that there’s about to be far too much media attention on Brazil than I’d like we have no choice but to wrap things up. The funds are being left where we agreed, with a penalty for not completing the contract fully.”

If Voyt was angered by this development he didn’t show it, continuing to stare at ‘The Jackal’ which was beginning to unnerve some of businessman's hired help, The Jackal himself seemed unfazed however.

“Now, Mr. Voyt if that’s our business concluded I must bid-”

“I don’t rightly get you old man.” The cowboy said suddenly, cutting the “old man” off. The Jackal seemed slightly taken aback by this before retorting with a hint of bemusement.

“Nor do I you Mr. Voyt.” He said with a condescending smirk “Are you a killer with a conscience or is that perhaps the persona you just strive to have? Maybe it’s just something to help you sleep at night? You are a mercenary my boy, a hired killer, if you believe that I am the morally bankrupt of the two of us, then what exactly does that say about those under my employ?”

“What are you planning to do with those vials of blood?” Voyt asked, ignoring The Jackal’s question.

The Jackal sighed in annoyance “For a reputable assassin who claims to ask no details you are surprisingly incapable of doing so. My contract followed your guidelines and your payment has been delivered.” The Jackal’s patience noticeably began to wane as he glared at Voyt “Our business is concluded.”

Voyt wordlessly put one hand on a revolver at his side, prompting The Jackal’s men to draw their weapons and train them on the gunslinger. The Jackal shook his head as he rested a hand on his forehead.

“This could have gone by so much quicker.” he muttered before looking up at Voyt with a frown “It’s for research purposes. I’ve been working with a few PMC’s and other aristocrats in England on developing ki artificially, through a serum or a pill, anything of that nature that keeps people coming back for more. The blood is to analyze talented ki users further, we couldn't exactly ask you to bring in a complete body, we’re trying to be discreet here as you can understand.”

Voyt paused, as if registering The Jackal’s words. “That’s insanity.” he finally said “I don’t know much about ki but I know it doesn’t work like that, you’re wasting your time.”

“Perhaps to someone without ambition, such as yourself, it may seem that way. But it’s a project with a very lucrative end goal. Progress may be slow but whether it is from your contributions or something else we will get there in the end, of that I am certain.” The Jackal said with a frown, dismissively tapping his cane against the ground.

“You’ve been given all that you requested and more. We are now through here. Good day to you Mr.-”

The Jackal’s words were interrupted as a bullet pierced itself into his stomach. The old man fell backwards and collided against the wall of the building behind him. Watching helplessly as the gunslinger, with the speed and aim of a demon, shot down each of his men, some before they even had a chance to place their fingers on the trigger. He looked up to see one of his men who’d been posted on the roof see this carnage and turn to run, the cowboy looked up and wordlessly fired his revolver at a weather vane on the far corner, the bullet ricocheted and disappeared further onto the roof before a cry of pain rung out, followed by silence and then a sudden and loud thud on the ground on the other side of the building, then nothing.

“Bloody, f-fucking mercenaries…” The Jackal managed to spit out, Voyt approaching him menacingly. Despite pressing one hand against his bloodied stomach, The Jackal mustered up enough strength to look up at his former employee.

“So… What was it then?” He asked, struggling with the words but managing to bring them out regardless “Change of h-heart? Those people you’ve k-k-killed. Died. For nothing! You haven’t accomplished anything here, all you’ve done is sign a death warrant for y-yourself, for what? Honor!?”

“You mistake my intentions old man” Voyt said, kneeling down to stare him in the eyes “I never was working for you, I was sent here by my employers to keep an eye on you and deal with you if and when it seemed you were going to be trouble down the line.” Voyt stood back up, un-holstering his gun.

“All I’m after is money.”

At this, The Jackal paused, letting it all seep in. Oddly, a small smile crept across his face, despite his condition he let out a small spiteful chuckle, coating his lips and chin in flecks of blood. He stared at Voyt with his unsettling grin.

“As was I lad.” he said “As was I.”

The two stayed still for a moment before the old man shut his eyes. Voyt lifted his revolver and fired into the old man’s head, the shot ringing out in the silence. Voyt began walking away, holstering his gun and pressing two of his fingers against his right ear.

“It’s done” he said to no one.

A reply came, sounding neither male nor female. Not quite mechanical either, Voyt could only describe it as ‘wrong’.

“Good.” It said “Did you find the target?”

“I did. Met up with him in town. Could’ve killed him then and there, but he got away.”

“Unfortunate, but he'll show himself again. He always does. If he knew anything, he'd leave Rio, after all...”

“If you say so.” Voyt said unenthusiastically.

“Your payment is where we agreed. Get back here ASAP for new orders.”

Then, with a sudden beep, the voice was gone.

Voyt placed a hand on the edge of his hat and lowered it over his eyes as he continued walking, kicking up dust as he went along. Brazil had dealt with enough chaos ever since this tournament had begun, Voyt was more or less pleased he was now going to stop adding to it. The cowboy strode towards the bright orange sun as he slowly disappeared over the horizon.
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With all the Nomads in the area in it's sphere, the machine merely disabled the singularity. The Nomads and chunks of the area it sucked in fell to the ground. In perfect range for all of it's attacks. The combined damage done to random areas barely slowed it down. As it was made to withstand the mightiest blows from the Nomads. It felt it's faceplate being knocked off by a little man with a lamp. It's sensors focused on him for a moment, before a cannon came out it's bottom side, and fired a green blast of plasma right at his body. Before other cannons appeared out of it's body, it sensed ki inside a strangely placed igloo. It raised it's foot up into the air, and swung it's leg at it. Giving the inhabitants little time to respond, while also striking wide enough to potentially hit many other Nomads.

All the while the many robotic grunts that were floating around the arena came to the defense of the robot, and the situation quickly became a chaotic battle between Nomads and machine

When the singularity came to a stop, Brenda sighed in relief that she didn't have to hold on anymore. That was when she got her bearings as to what in the hell was even going on. She saw that the robot had deployed an array of cannons. One was aimed right at Brenda, and fired a green blast of plasma. She quickly reacted when she punched the ground and make a stone hop up into the air and tank the blow for her. It shattered into pieces, and Brenda covered her face and let the stone harmlessly crash against her. Teeth were well grit as she realized she would have to get in close. She cocked her fist back, covering it in stone, before it turned into hot magma. She threw her fist forward in a charge that was akin to a meteor, as she was surrounded with flames. She rushed the robot head on, and punched the machine square in the leg. The sheer impact knocked it's leg off balance, up into the air as it left a hole inside of it.

The machine quickly focused on Brenda, before a long metallic tentacle came out of it's body, similar to a giant cable. It quickly whipped Brenda across the face, and sent her flying backwards a few feets. She loudly yelled as she hit the ground with a skidding stop. Before she came to, hopped on her feet, and rubbed her face. Okay, she really didn't appreciate that... She looked up and the machine had several other tentacles deployed, and she knew she was in for a fight.

Otsana watched in awe as the giant pod crashed into the ground, knocking her onto her ass. "Oh come on how'd nobody notice this approaching?" She scrambled away from the black hole as it was fired, only to feel it tugging at her. Sliding against the floor, she scrambled to load a grappling hook and fire it off, grunting as it caught on a hand railing. She hung by her harness, dancing on the end of the micro-cable reel to avoid concrete, metal , and the odd Nomad as they were pulled towards to robot. It was only a matter of time before her luck ran out and she was hit by a blue clad nomad. The cable broke and they both and twisting in the wind, both of them rolled to a stop behind a pile of rubble.

"Oh merde ! Désolé !" Margot sat up, adjusting her hat and patting her swords to check they were still there.

"Aucun problème" Otsana rolled her shoulders, pulling her machine gun out from under her and unclipping the busted line from herself. She spotted a wayward tentacle swinging their way and without saying anything she pushed Margot out of the way, the metal limb swinging where their heads used to be.

"Too close. We need to keep moving."

"No shit." Already she'd sprung to her feet, waving back. "Good luck." With that, the broke in opposite directions, both drawing their weapons, carving a path around the arena.

Calvin rolled from underneath the igloo as the giant robot squashed it. He hurled a snowball into one if it's eyes. After seeing how pointless his one measly snowball was, he realized how massive this thing truly was. Just like... a giant walrus... Calvin charged ki into his flat palm, and right in front of the giant robot. He then slapped one of it's legs with a Walrus Anasthesia Slap, creating a large shockwave through the air as his slap made contact with it's leg. It blew off several chunks of the robot's leg, and exposed wiring and machinery as it was knocked aside. Even Brenda was impressed, but the machine pulled it's leg back into it's body. Sparks flew as it initiated a repair mode. The robot replied by directing several cannons at Calvin and Yen, and firing a green blast of plasma at him. Calvin quickly raised a slanted Ice barrier. It blocked the blasts shot at them, but quickly shattered into thousands of melting pieces.

Inanna sighed in relief when that strange pulling sensation finally came to an end. He hung halfway through his portal for a moment before he adjusted himself and began to wriggle out, absentmindedly closing it before he was all the way through. He yelped in surprise as he sailed through the air over the larger robot, knocking down several of its smaller escorts before he broke his fall on one of them on the other side of the arena. This was fine... It gave him a chance to think about how he was going to defeat that thing! He deftly thrust his staff at the smaller robots across the field as he did so by way of some quickly-created portals.

Askin shook his head. Everything was spinning slightly. One moment he'd been swirling through the air, then a burst of green, a strange wavery pain all over his chest, then nothing. He struggled to his feet, and then he saw the robot.

No more singularity; the other nomads were moving into action. It looked like the smart ones were going for the legs—right, nice, that sounds like a plan. Askin stumbled through the rubble, his vision still rather blurry. What had once been a spider-looking robot had quickly expanded into a massive, flailing thing, legs and tentacles waving about and beating down at its attackers. The tall, dark woman from earlier and a nomad with snow on his shoulders seemed to be keeping its attention up front: Maybe if I can get to the back— he started to think, before being interrupted by a hard metal fist to the face. Askin went spinning and fell to the ground. Again. Reinforcements were here, more of those robot soldiers, everywhere he looked. Okay. I can work with this, sure. Stumbling to his feet, now faintly aware of the smoke rising up from his chest and the burns all over his coat, Askin took a few steps back, and waited for a robot soldier to rush him. When it did, Askin bottled it away with a flick of the wrist.

He was off, scrambling his way around the massive robot titan and its swinging legs and tentacles. If a soldier came close, Askin would bottle it, or swing another bottled soldier like a sledgehammer and smash the things together like dolls. Eventually, he managed to finagle his way to the robot titan's rear left. He opened up a container, put on a burst of speed, then rocketed up to the rear of the leg. The robot's foot seemed to be divided into two parts, several front toes, then one rear toe to keep the foot planted in place. With a single bottle, Askin vanished the rear support, leaving the robot's foot split in half and unable to hold up the full leg. And for his efforts, he was rewarded with a tentacle coming down from overhead. From the relative safety of the back, to the not so relative safety of the front, suddenly Askin was delivered with indiscriminate blunt force straight into the middle of the fight, nomads and plasma and blasts of energy all around, deafening, like putting on earbuds but forgetting you'd set the volume to maximum just last night. His legs were wobbling, and he couldn't make them stop. That couldn't be a good sign.

Brown had done her best to resist the pull, grabbing hold of one of the chairs in the stands and holding on until it was ripped clean of the concrete with her. Crashing down onto the arena with the other Nomads she watched as Brenda was back handed (back tentacled?) by the hulking killer machine. It's design was distinct from the tin cannon fodder they had beaten through up to that point. That machine's size alone made it clear that it was well and above anything they had previously come up against. Yet as Brown stood to her feet there was no fear, not even a flicker of concern as she stared across the arena.

Gazing over the robot's exterior Brown shot forward across the arena, he feet slamming against the already cracked stone as she propelled herself forward. Seeing a tubby coated boy attacking over of the robot's legs Brown ran over to attack the adjacent one. Pulling her yo-yo off her belt she spun it through the air till it picked up enough speed to become nothing by a brown and white blur slicing through the air. Running in close Brown swung her yo-yo over her head and whipped the head towards the back of the massive robot's leg knee-joint.

"Taikutsunakiba!!! (FADED FANG!)" The wild eyed girl screamed as she dumped the full strength of her arms into the blow...Which assisted, and caused another hole to be formed in the machine.

Lucie's eyes darted around as she took bearings of her surroundings. After being sucked into the singularity, the Frenchwoman was thrown into the ground, with an odd assortment of misfit Nomads, presumably those participating in the tournament that she was supposed to guard, gearing up to fight The robot itself seemed to transform as well. It was armed to the teeth with cannons, and it was firing giant green pulses of plasma at the ragtag team of Nomads. A second later, the MAVERICK agent started grinning as she loaded a fresh magazine into her FAMAS. While the death and destruction caused by the giant metal monstrosity might be unfortunate, Lucie finally got a chance to prove herself. She was going to take this robot down, and everyone would finally adore her!

Springing onto her feet, the Frenchwoman aimed her gun at a hole created by some small childlike nomad slamming her arms into the robot. Exposed circuity was the perfect place to unload well-aimed bursts at the robot, and that is exactly what Lucie aimed at while attempting to roll away from the giant robot's plasma bolts. The Frenchwoman relied on her experienced trigger discipline to avoid shooting at the poorly clothed woman directly.

Her fire was soon joined by the much louder and flashier fire of a machine gun. Otsana kept up her focused fire as she slid behind cover with her. "Ah, good to see at least one cop's competent here. Not sparing her another glance, it didnt seem like she noticed the MAVERICK logo on the Frenchwoman's uniform. "Keep up the good work, I'll see if I can get a better angle on this thing. It seemed like she was talking to herself as she slung her machine gun over her shoulder and drew her pistol, yelling as she made her ways into the stands, shooting several of the smaller drones down in the process.

Before it could suffer even more damage, it retracted it's leg for repairs... while also deploying the other, newly repaired, leg. It got annoyed, it retracted all of it's plasma cannons... before rocket launchers appeared along it's back. A barrage of missiles was fired at it's aggressors, from Brown, to Askin, to Brenda... and all the other Nomads.

Inanna's eyes widened a bit when he saw the series of missiles heading straight towards him. This was exactly what he was waiting for. He waited for the missiles to get as close as possible before he opened a portal in front of him that led to an exit right above the robot's body.

"Thank you very much!" Inanna said to the soulless machine as the missiles sailed through his portals and collided against the robot.

"Damn it!" Brenda hissed in between her teeth as she broke out into a sprint. A trail of missiles hit the ground behind her, and exploded. Sending rubble all over the place, as Brenda narrowly dodged them. The others probably weren't having similar luck, but she knew there had to be some way to beat this thing. She punched the ground, and made a stone hop off the ground on her path. She sprinted over to it, and swung her arm at it, the back of her fist colliding with it, and sending the rock flying. The stone hit the robotic beast... and shattered against it, only leaving a dent. She swore, before she came to a stop when there were no more missiles for her.

However, the robot just retracted the missile launchers, and reloaded them with fresh salvos. Before firing another barrage, giving none of the Nomads any space to counterattack.

That was until a barrage of light arrows appeared, and hit the rockets. Causing them to explode preemptively. Standing on a piece of rubble was Sage Pimm, holding a bow and arrow made out of light. They kept firing at the missiles with pinpoint accuracy, as they shouted. "I'll keep the guns off you all!" Sage fired another arrow, "Just destroy it!"

Easier said than done. Hitting the legs seemed like the right plan—no legs, easy pickings. That was before it pulled away one of the damaged ones—Brown's handiwork, holy shit—and revealed a brand new one in the time it would take for a scolding parent to tie the shoes of a rambunctious and rather slow child. Legs may not work out in the long run. Then, Askin caught sight of an explosion of rocks overhead: hey, that looked familiar. As the glowing angel went into furious combat with the guns—that's what that was right? An angel? Askin was having trouble seeing that far, blood kept getting in his eyes—he stumbled towards the source of the rock ballistics, and a welcome, familiar, if not especially friendly face.

"Hey, boss," he said, hurrying over as quick as his wobbly, tired, and suddenly very shivery-feeling legs could manage. "I think I got an idea. How far an' how fast do you think you can throw me? Given you can punch holes in armies, and that I'm basically a human china-doll."

"I have an idea," Brenda said, as she crossed her arms, observing the missiles exploding like fireworks. Giving them a chance to stop and actually strategize. Brown was going wild like an animal, and Brenda wondered where in the hell Otsana's ass was. Either way, it was up to her to stop this... and this hobbit. Regrettably. She shrugged. "I can throw you on a rock."

He pointed up to the rattle-clank roaring of the main gun hanging from the robot's belly. "If you lob me—" All of a sudden, Askin's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. "Um—fuck—okay, don't need legs for this, that's fine, cool—listen, if you get me close enough, aerially, I mean, I can vanish away some of the armor on the underside like I did with the robot's face, make an opening for one of your artillery shots."

"Look, you can barely stand up," Brenda pleaded. "You're just going to get yourself killed."

Lucie barely had enough time to swap magazines before she realized a salvo of missiles were heading straight to her position. She could have tried rolling away, like she was doing with the plasma, but those missiles were tracking her, as she figured out after attempting to roll away from what the MAVERICK agent thought was a far away distance. She was rewarded for her misguess with a face full of missiles, knocking her back flying into yet more rubble. Yet, the Frenchwoman got back up on her feet only moments later, bruised but still under no means out of the fight.

Her eyes turned to some... boy? Girl? Androgynous person who was lying bloodied on the ground. While the appearance of what might be a literal guardian angel seemed to have to removed the immediate threat of more missiles slamming into the ex-arena, it would be only a matter of time before the robot switched back to the plasma shots it was using before. Lucie had to do something fast to help them get out of the warzone.

"Hey, idiot!" the MAVERICK agent yelled as she pulled a smoke grenade from her box of explosives, "Get out of here while you can!" She lobbed the smoke grenade a yard or so in front of the injured androgynous person. A few moments and a small explosion later, smoke rushed out of the canister, breaking line of sight between the monstrous robot and Askin.

"Oh, that's convenient," said Askin. In the distance, a woman with gray hair—was that the same person Askin bumped into around the singularity?—seemed to be yelling something. Get out while you can. A deep, uncomfortable shiver went down Askin's belly. That's right, he could probably get out of here. It's not like he was doing much good with his legs knocked out.

Askin pretended he didn't hear her.

"I don't die easy," he told Brenda, pushing out a tired smile. "I'll be fine, really. Honest-to-God. We might be able to get some real damage in this way. But if you have any other ideas, I'm all ears, whatever puts this thing down faster."

IIf Askin was so confident in himself... well, he surprised Brenda once before, then he can probably do it again. She sighed, as the woman swallowed her pride for just a moment. She quickly punched the ground, and the slab of stone that Askin was lying on floated up into the air a few feet. Before she turned towards him. "Alright, hold on tight..."

"What's that thing they say about bugs and rugs?" he said, smiling. He dug his hands into the rock, in one hand, an empty container, in the other, a bottled breeze.

WIth that comment, Brenda turned towards the robot, and threw a glorious punch out in the air, and sent the rock flying right at the robot at high speeds. Doing just as Askin requested... and hoped he didn't unceremoniously bounce off it's armor

Askin and the enormous slab of half-molten artillery shot through the smoke, streaking straight for the underside of the robot.. Closer, closer—the white metal stomach quickly swelled across Askin's field of vision, stretching out in all directions. As soon as they were close, Askin opened both containers at once—in one, a great slab of armor plating was sucked away from the robot's belly. The other sent Askin streaking off the side of the magmatic boulder in a concentrated jet of wind, seconds before impact.

With the armor gone, the robot quickly went into a state of self-repair as it attempted to compensate for the missing materials by cannibalizing the materials from the other robots.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Brenda shouted, looking to capitalize on the opening. He brushed away at her lip, as she charged at the robot. Her body surrounded in flames like a meteor. She quickly raised a fist up into the air, and gathered ki... which converted into a red hot flame that gathered around her fist. "ERUPTION!" She slammed her fist onto the ground, and a fissure in the ground was created. Shooting burning hot magma up into the robot's underbelly, and destroying much of it's circuitry. Brenda hopped backwards, before realizing that the robot was still coming. It desperately focused it's self-repair module on the damage Brenda just caused.

But, it had a counterattack in mind. It retracted it's missile launchers, before the massive singularity orb appeared again... except twice as large as it was before. It sucked in everyone twice as hard as the previous one... so strong that it tore pieces of the ground off.

Calvin was lifted off the ground and pulled towards the singularity again, though he attempted to grab onto a crack in the ground near his feet. Yet the piece of ground he grabbed onto peeled off as he held onto it, pulling the chunk along with him. He created a snowball in his palm as he turned back to the face the rapidly approaching singularity. Aiming carefully at the part the singularity was closest to, Calvin tossed the snowball... Only for it to be absorbed into the singularity as well. "Well crap." Calvin said in defeat.

Brenda tried the same trick she did when it first did it's black hole thing. Digging her hands into the ground, but all that happened was that the ground was pulled alongside her. She let out a yell as she willed the rocks out of the way of herself. Even though she hit like a rock, getting a faceful of rock was not going to be fun.

Inanna let out a cry as he was torn from the ground yet again. He attempted the same thing he tried before, digging his staff into the ground. These efforts proved to be fruitless as the ground itself was torn out from under him, and he was eventually drawn into the crowd floating around the singularity. He was surprisingly okay with the situation, only clinging slightly more tightly to his staff as he floated around.

Askin floated pointlessly through the air, half-upside down. He bumped into some of the others as they swung around the singularity, shouting out slurred, distant-sounding apologies.

"Damn damn damn!" Brown cursed, raking her fingernails against the tiled arena flooring as she was sucked up into the air. She flailed her air and tried desperately to gain some kind of control over her accent but it seemed totally fruitless. The sudden feeling of powerlessness got her heart racing. Her previously calm, almost cold expression she had before when facing the robot vanished. Desperate, unshielded fear exploded across her face as she looked like she was ready to scream.

Lucie felt herself being dragged up into the air yet again. She cursed as the singularity lifted her out of the ground yet again. She frusteratedly slapped her gun into a single-fire mode, before pointing its barrel at the robot's eyes. With a few well-placed clicks of the trigger, the Frenchwoman fired at what she hopped was an exposed area of the robot, trying to get the singularity to cancel out as quickly as possible.

Once the Nomads were in range, the singularity faded away yet again. However, this time, a mechanism activated within the machine, and a cannon came out of the front. It loudly charged up with a bright green light, as it fired a massive beam of plasma that swept through the area. Brenda balled her fists as she quickly began a sprint.

"Get behind this!" Brenda shouted as she flipped over a large piece of stone - several times larger than herself, and used it as a shield against the beam. It stopped it... but the rock was quickly coming apart. However, another combatant had an idea.

Sage hopped high up into the air, and shouted, "Someone get behind it!" As they drew their arrow and fired a few times into it's eyes, drawing the attention of the beam upwards towards them.

Inanna rolled against the ground and quickly picked himself back up. His eyes widened when he saw the beam of plasma, and he quickly dropped down into a portal beneath his feat, landing behind Brenda's shield. Come now! the voice inside him chided when he returned to his thoughts. This is a battlefield, not some foolish puzzle. If there were not so many other targets you would likely be dead already. Make your decision, and make it quickly! Inanna nodded.

"Damocles Drop..." He whispered as his eyes glowed green for but a moment. He opened a portal next to him and dropped his staff into it, which sailed into another portal above the first one. The staff began to fall through the portal loop, falling faster and faster as time passed. It was kind of like cooking! Except it wouldn't get burnt if he waited for too long. He peeked his head from the side of the shield for a brief moment as he chose his target.

Lucie appreciated the cover that the other Nomad managed to create for her and the other, and immediately rolled to position herself behind the rock. Flipping her FAMAS back into a three round burst firing mode, the MAVERICK agent popped in and out as the robot was more focused on blasting its laser at the cover itself, shooting her bullets at whatever the MAVERICK agent guessed her attacks would be the most effective.

Hitting the ground and barely making it behind Brenda's shield to avoid the beam Brown was the first one to come sprinting back out into the open. With the robot distracted she ran, her expression of fear warping into something unstable. Memories began to flood her thoughts. Countless incidents of pain, humiliation, defeat, and utter helpless played before her in an instant. Her pace quickened, her hands clenched into fists, and her breathing grew deeper as her heart began to thunder wildly like a motor beneath her ribs. As ran into position behind the robot Brown looked up and saw not a mechanical enemy, but a personal enemy. The summation of all the doubts that she and others had placed against her. The idea that she couldn't and wouldn't gave physical form.

"You think you're better then me!? You think just because you're bigger, that you were brought into this world to fight and kill means you'll always win?" Brown screamed at the robot, eyes wide and body shaking in a blind almost unhinged rage.

"Anyone who is brought into this world and given gifts that make them 'superior' to others will ALWAYS be inferior to those who work for their gifts. You're a machine. You were designed to fight, designed to kill. Well I chose to fight, I chose to kill. And right here, right now I choose to kill YOU!" Taking a deep breath Brown concentrated, every synapse of her brain straining as the very limiting functions that kept the human body from pulling itself apart suddenly switched off.

"Fururirīsu!!!!!!!"

Brown's voice boomed outwards as her veins thicken and her petite, athletic muscles seemed to harden and inflate outwards. Her heart, lungs, brain, kidney, every single part of her body went into overdrive...

... Only to be nonchalantly kicked by the robot.

There was an air of silence among the Nomads (even the robots stopped fighting for a moment to look). Brenda had facepalmed, she honestly wondered what she had expected. Sage was also caught off guard, as they carelessly floated to the ground. She was only saved from hitting the ground hard when Margot jumped into the air and caught her.

"... That was anti-climatic." Sage muttered to themself. Either way, they need to capitalize on the distraction. "... Can somebody else get behind it?" Sage asked.

Calvin raised his hand "I can!"

He created a trail of ice that went underneath the robot between it's legs. He then hopped over the shield Brenda had raised and slid underneath and behind the robot. Once he got to the other side, he just awkwardly stood behind it, He looked at Sage.

"What now?"

"Back legs!" Sage shouted, as they fired arrows at the robot's front legs as it resumed its plasma barrage on everyone. "Everyone go for the legs!" The damage Brenda did was about quarter repaired... but if they take out it's mobility, they won't have to worry about the beam, and can swing away at it.

"Okay."

Calvin raised his fists as he started punching the robot's back leg, with seemingly no effect. Then his fist glowed blue with Ki, and he slammed his fist into one with a [b][i]Walrus Punch![b][i], severely denting it into a narrow column, which he shattered with a roundhouse Kick.

Otsana popped out from behind some abandoned seats, riddling the robot with tiny but distracting bullets. "Understood! Attack the weak points! She ran down the aisles, circling wide around the arena as she loaded another grenade into her launcher. Moving swiftly, she dodeged the occasional beam. Thankfully the bot hadn't been designed for an attack from above. The hip joint was an easy target. A few bullets riddled the joint, opening the already thin armor there before she shot the grenade in. While it didnt blow the leg off, she smiled at seeing the thing stagger as sparks rained from the wound.

"I can do that!" Inanna chimed. He looked at the legs, focusing on the knee-like joint high in the air, where the armor was far less exposed. He put one hand on his hip, and with the other, he pointed just above his target. Ready? Ready!

"[b][i]Damocles Drop![/b][/i} Inanna repeated, his eyes glowing green as the two voices spoke in unison. A portal appeared above the robot's leg, and the staff fell through with blinding speed, piercing into the limb and embedding itself at the staff's head, which cut partway into the joint, as sparks flew from the "wound" that they had inflicted. Well, he supposed he'd have to get that back later?

Askin had absolutely no idea where he was or what was going on. Back legs! someone had yelled. Yes, Askin's back legs, those were feeling quite rough at the moment. Or, rather, he couldn't feel his legs, at all, which was presenting some problems. After being sucked uselessly towards the singularity, then spat back out to slam rather harshly into the earth, he'd been having some trouble following what was going on. There was a good deal of yelling, but that wasn't anything new. Then, there was a thunk, the sound of brute metallic force striking human flesh and bone. The next moment, a rather dashing woman all in blue landed just a few feet away from Askin, with a familiar face in tow.

"Oh," Askin said, his voice a whispery but rather pleasant (all things considered) rasp. "Hey Brown. You don't look so good." Taking her in, no, Askin was realizing just how much she definitely wasn't looking good. This can't all be damage from the robot, Asking thought—her veins were dark and spiderwebbed thickly beneath the skin, and her muscles were shivering, like angry rabbits.

"Hey, miss," he said to the blue woman. "If you put her down, I can try and heal her up."

"No." Brown snarled as blood run from her mouth and the burst veins in her arms. "Ah, Brown, wait—!" Askin started. With gritted teeth she flexed her arms and legs, the snapped muscles sending sparks of painful protest to her brain as she flung herself out of Margot's arms. She landed on her feet but her legs buckles and she was soon on her hands and knees. Sweat poured from her head, mixing with the blood as it trickled down her face in a warm slurry of violence.

Margot quickly moved to catch her. "You two are hurt, we need to get you out of here. She looked between the two and winced at the state of Askin's legs. "You especially.

"Not nearly as bad as it looks," Askin insisted, as he nestling his shoulder under Brown's arm to keep her upright. "Boy, you're really something, you know?" He produced two tiny brass bottles from his pocket, little things that might've fallen off a child's game board. "This is only temporary, Brown. You have fifteen minutes, tops. When the time is up, all your injuries will come rushing back, so be prepared."

With that, he closed one fist around each of his little trinkets, then spoke the words of power. Into one bottle, Brown's built up pain and exhaustion wobbled, burned, then, after maybe a minute, were sucked away. Into the other, her injuries were bottled up, the tears in her muscles and the wear on her organs and the puncturing in her blood cells. Soon, Askin held Brown's pain and suffering divied up in either hand, parted from the body they had plagued just moments before.

"AGHGhhhh!" Brown gasped, eyes widening as the pain she fought through was pulled away along with the weakness and tension in her broken limbs. Rising to her feet she only briefly glanced at Askin, her eyes showing a glimmer of thankfulness before they once more grew cold and wild as she faced the robot.

"Full-" Brown bent her knees, breathing deeply as the cyclopian robot fixed it's gaze on her "Release!"

Once again Brown's body kicked into over drive. The muscles in her arms and legs flared outwards, thickening and hardening as all restraints were removed. Her heart fired like a combustion engine as her senses sharpened like a blade filed down to a near invisible thinness.

With a sharp concrete rupturing crack Brown set off running towards the robot like a bullet fired from a gun. Seeing her approach the robot lurched forward and sent dozens of steely tendrils out. They stretched, arching through the air into Brown's running path with the aim to stab straight through her. Yet instead of the crunch of bones and the puncturing of flesh only the sound of shattering stone reached the robot's audio sensors. Brown had dodged the tendril, guided by millions of dollars worth of targeting software and cutting edge combat processors designed to out think any fighter, like she was side stepping a telephone pole while jogging. The countless other tendrils coiled down to skewer her but ended up stabbing the ground, becoming little more then obstacles in Brown's path.

Swinging her arms as she ran Brown began to smash the ground piercing tentacles. Her flesh and bone arms shattered the tightly wrapped titanium coils like cheap twine, sending a flood of damage notifications to the robot. It's sensors struggled to follow Brown's approach until she was nearly right in front of it. Raising one of it's front legs for another dismissive swipe the massive robot swung it downwards, putting it's full weight baring straight down on Brown who spread her footing and threw up her arms. There was a deafening crash and a rush of air and stone dust as the robot's leg struck it's targets with enough force to crater that spot of the arena. Silence hung in the air as the robot's internal processors hummed, assuming success even as the dust clouded it's sensors. Then-

CRACK

"DANGER LEFT LEG UNDER EXTREME STRAIN"

The robot's processors flared to life and it's monogramming fumbled. It tried to retract it's leg from the dust cloud but found it begin pulled, forcibly straighten out and tugged to the point it's hydraulics were beginning to groan. A sudden gust of wind blew the dust away and the robot's optics dilated as it saw Brown standing in the crater, not simply holding up it's arm but pulling on it.

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"You're pretty heavy, let's see I can't help you lighten your load!" Brown's pained grimace curved into a smile as her legs sank into the powdered concrete, every muscle in her body screaming as she leaned back and pulled on the robot's leg with a sudden jerk. Metal plating warped as hydraulic lifts as thick as tree trunks ruptured, sending dark oil spraying outwards like hot blood from a torn arm.

"BEGINNING AUTOMATED REP-"

ZCHHHHUNK!

High current sparks erupted from the robot's left leg joint as the leg itself was pulled away, trailing still intact wires and cables behind it like cut nerves from a severed arm. With one final earth shaking tug Brown ripped the leg clean from the robot's socket and nearly sent it falling over. Her whole body shook, her heart felt like it was going to explode and her arms burst as she held the unspeakably heavy robot leg over her head like an oversized baseball bat.

"ENEMY THREAT LEVEL REEVALUATED BEGINNING INVASIVE MANEUVERS"

Rocket thrusters in the bottom of the robot's legs fired, spewing fumes and heat that uneasily but steadily began to lift the robot upwards and out of danger's reach. It was already preparing another ranged attack, believing it
had mitigated the danger Brown faced. Yet in it's haste to follow it's programming the robot made a grave error. All the thrusters on it's legs fired.

Even the one Brown still held

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Brown roared as she kicked off the ground with the 30 ton robot leg clutched in her grip. Launched skywards she soared higher then the ascending robot before beginning to drop. As she felt she heaved the robot leg over her shoulder and swung downwards. At the moment the robot's thrusters reached peak output and the massive rocket engine on the back of the leg fired with the force of a space bound shuttle. Sensing something the robot's single edged head turned skyward just as it's down leg as smashed into it like a gigantic rocket propelled sledge hammer. The deafening sound of crushing, rending, exploding metal cut through the arena as the robot's head was completely crushed. Billions of dollars worth of high end sensory equipment reduced to the consistency of shop class metal shavings in a single instant.

Thrusters cutting out the headless, three legged robot crashed back to the ground. It's body hurled stone and debris outwards like a grenade as it cratered the ground beneath it. Moments after it landed Brown hit the ground as well, landing on her feet and straightening herself out. She looked onto the fallen robot, a weak smile on her face.

"Like I said you were made to kill and that's why you'll always lose to someone who chooses to...kill..." Brown wavered back and forth as blood began to silently erupt from her arms and legs. Her eyes drooped until she eventally collapsed, her legs folding up as she fell onto her back. The damage to her muscles and bones suddenly showing themselves as she lost consciousness.

Margot stood in awe as Brown tore the thing apart with her bare hands. "Mon Deiu, thank goodness she's on our side. She jumped as Brown collapsed. Using some of her ki speed, she caught her and carried her to safety. "I hope you didn't overdo it..."

The machine was still operational, but just immobile, and heavily damaged... in a final, desperate moment to save itself, it deployed all of it's weapons and fired wildly in all directions. But, it couldn't save itself.

"Everyone! Unload everything you have into the robot!" Sage shouted as they raised a hand up into the air, and a shining beam of light bore down, and created a massive bow that was at least twice the length of their body. "My loving God..." Sage muttered as they pulled the string, and an enormous arrow of light appeared. "Please, guide my arrow so I can destroy all threats to your loving reign...."

The arrow lost shape as it took more of a form of fire, vaguely arrow shaped.

"... So all may be well."

Sage fired the massive arrow at the machine, and it was followed by a blinding trail of light. It pierced through the robot, and created a giant, gaping hole. Which should make it easier for the other Nomads.

Calvin rubbed his hands together, spreading them apart as he began channeling massive amounts of his ki into them. By the time they were both radiant with blue ki, he slammed them on both sides of the Giant Robot's rear. With both hands filled with overwhelming force colliding towards each other, The creatures rear was completely crashed. It left the Canadian exhausted, however, and he fell backwards, still conscious, but breathing very heavily.

Finally, Brenda mustered the strength for another eruption move. This time, it should finish the job. She raised her hand up into the air as she gathered volcanic ki, until her fist was glowing a bright orange color. She twisted her upper body, and punched the ground hard as she possibly could. A massive fissure appeared, and sprayed the machine with volcanic lava, and Brenda hopped back up with her fists ready.

Now the angel was yelling at everyone to throw their strongest attacks at the robot. Unfortunately for Lucie, she already was throwing her strongest attack at the robot! It's not like she could just with her sheer force of will force the bullets that she was shooting to hit the robot any harder than they were in the fight previous before! Guns simply just don't work that way!

Unless...

The Frenchwoman rummaged through her box of grenades, before pulling out a highly experimental potato-masher looking explosive. If Lucie wasn't holding it right in her hand, she thought it would have came straight out of those science fiction games that she once played as a teenager. It was a highly experimental Tesla Grenade, and these things cost a fortune for the MAVERICK organization to get their hands on. The grey-haired woman was reluctant to use this grenade earlier in the fight, seeing how much strings she'd had to pull to get her hands on another one of these babies. But looking at the destruction this one single robot managed to bring, Lucie knew she really had no chance.

She twisted the stick of the grenade, causing blue sparks of electricity to jump all around the grenade. The Frenchwoman jumped out of the remains of Brenda's stone cover, to face the robot directly.

"I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU, ASSHOLE!"

The MAVERICK agent lobbed the grenade as hard she could, straight into an exposed area of circuitry. A beautiful explosion of electromagnetic and kinetic energy erupted as soon as it pounded into a hole on the robot, frying all the unshielded electronics in its vicinity.

Clenching the bottles in his hands, curled up on the ground, Askin muttered words of binding and magic into his fists. Holy shit, did that really just happen? The robot was a staggering mess, nearly single-handedly crippled by Brown's unforgiving strength. But Brown herself hadn't gotten back up after her vicious pummeling, and the dashing woman in blue had gone to rescue her from her vulnerable position just before the robot. Askin hadn't seen Brown take any hits, but a nasty suspicion about the woman's sudden burst of energy was working its way into his head. The seven syllables of the sea, the circle of prayers, the iron hymn—as he focused his energy, Askin stuffed Brown's earlier injuries deeper and deeper into the bottles, binding their lids, hoping to buy her as much time as he could before her old wounds returned. As he spoke, he pushed himself as fast as he could towards the blue woman, waving frantically, saying in a soft, rasping voice between sealing syllables, "Hey! Over here!"

Margot away from the robot, trying to dodge the few remaining gun drones. She ran back to the last bit of cover she had, next to Askin. She stopped next to him, kneeling to put Brown down for a moment as she looked around. Her eyes locked onto him. "I don't know how you healed her so quickly, but I hope you can pull the same trick twice. I think she's pushed herself too hard." Already her mask was trying to diagnose Brown's injuries and suggesting first aid treatments, though each of them were bracketed with a "PROFESSIONAL MEDICAL TREATMENT REQUIRED"

"Christ above," Askin muttered. Brown's injuries were just as bad as the ones he bottled away. He'd miscalculated—this was self inflicted, massive stress from some kind of super-move. "Listen, ma'am, I didn't actually heal her, I just bottled away her old injuries. There's maybe twenty minutes before all these injuries double." He took out the bottles. One, containing Brown's pain and exhaustion, he pocketed and ignored, focusing only on the one with her injuries. Another quick word of sealing, and concentrated burst of willpower. "That's another five minutes. I can't hold this off forever though, we gotta get her to some kinda hospital facility for when her old injuries come back."

Otsana ran over, putting her gun over her shoulder. "Holy shit, Brown, is she okay?" She got down next to the others and looked the girl over. "Shit, where's Doc? We need Doc. Askin, did you see Jonas around here or is he still AWOL?"

"Jonas? Is that the other woman's name? I think she's somewhere over there." He gestured to a massive pillar of earth off in the distance, the product of another attack from the earth-powered woman. It was then, however, that Askin tried to get to his feet, and a burst of jelly-like pain ran up his body, and he remembered his shaking, unworking legs. "Ouch! Ah. Shoot, wow, I forgot about that."

Otsana facepalmed. "Right, you haven't met him yet. Did either of you see a guy running around in a white labcoat?"

"Not me," Askin said.

Margot looked over at Otsana. "It was pretty hectic back there. They could be anywhere, but he," she motioned to Askin, "needs our help to move. Think you can carry him while I carry her? We're on a time limit here before she gets worse."

Askin looked over Brown's injuries as the others talked. Even if the others carried her away as quick as they could, she must be in incredibly unstable condition. He had no open bottles left, but, that could always be amended.

Digging into his pocket, Askin produced yet another tiny brass bottle, and opened up the thumbnail-sized thing over Brown's face. There was a soft sound, like children's laughter coming from far away and deep underwater. A good, happy dream was released into Brown's sleeping subconscious. And now, a free bottle.

With hurried words of power and sealing, Askin removed the worst of Brown's injuries, though it was a rush job, and he couldn't take away her pain or exhaustion this time. "That should buy us another ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Not a lot though."

"Right, I gotcha Askin." She picked him up with a practice motion onto her back, his arms wrapped around her neck, a soft ooph! expelled from his chest. [color=lime]"Name's Otsana, by the way."/color]

"Well, thanks for the lift, Otsana. Ah, sorry if I get any blood on you. It's been quite a day." He tried to be careful with his arms around her neck, though she seemed more than capable of supporting him (or ten of him, at that). After the chaos of the fight, and spending most of his time beaten across hard, unforgiving rock, it was nice. He left his head rest gently on Otsana's shoulder. Blackness hovered around his vision, and he fought off the sudden urge to fall into a deep, deep sleep. "Oh," he remembered, looking faintly to the woman in blue, drowsiness winding around his eyes. "I'm Askin, by the way. Askin La Askerrone."

Margot nodded. "Renard Bleu, nice to meet you." She picked up Brown carefully herself, standing up and motioning to the group of fighters already forming. "After you."

"Oh," Inanna said sheepishly. "Did we win?"

The robot couldn't take the barrage of damage, and the grenade was the straw that broke the camel's back. The robot broke down, falling apart into several different pieces as the lights went dead. It hit the ground with a colossal thud, and it's corpse rested there. The robots that defended it quickly left the area, and the Nomads celebrated.

"Well, that's one pain in the ass out of the way," Brenda said as she put a hand on her hips, as she watched the robots flee. Probably was a central unit, or leader? It could possibly be controlled by someone? Brenda couldn't tell, but maybe a little punching could.

"Everyone has cleared the arena," Sage said, as their ability to sense the light of people around them told them that nobody was around... other than the bodies. The poor civilians that didn't get away in time. Fortunately, Sage did all they could to save who they could. They put a hand on their chin as they thought about it. "This attack seems... random. They couldn't have been here to kill people, or else they would have just blown the place up from a distance..." They mused out loud.

"I thought they were after something here..." Inanna said. No,that was my idea... The golem opened a portal to where his staff was and grabbed hold of it before planting his foot in the leg it was embedded in and pulling hard. It eventually started to give... But only because the staff had broken in two. He fell backwards and clutched the staff's head against his stomach and letting it fall to the ground. He looked around for a moment, seeing that some others hadn't gotten through the fight with nearly as much luck as he did.

"Possibly," Sage said. "Such as... the prize money?" They suggested.

"Oh, yeah, like that!" Inanna agreed. "Thinking about this is really fun, but we seem to have some wounded. Maybe it would be a good idea to get them some help first? Or get them somewhere a bit cleaner and safer?" He opened a portal leading outside the arena to demonstrate his point.

"Yeah..." Brenda took a look at Brown, whom proved her strength to Brenda. Maybe the girl had something in her that Brenda couldn't quite see yet. Maybe the girl had passion. Though, there was something else on the stone-boxer's mind. "But, I feel like there is something we forgot..." Brenda said, as she rubbed her chin.

... The explosions of the bombs they failed to disarm quickly reminded her as she quickly looked around and saw the arena go up in flames.

"... Oh, that." Brenda said as she looked at Inanna. "Quickly! Make a portal!"

"Right!" Inanna said. He closed the first portal and opened another one next to him, leading much farther away from the arena this time. Brenda quickly rolled inside of it without giving her team a second thought.

There would be no escaping through the gates. All around, the walls of the arena went up in clouds of rubble and molten fire. Some nomads, the ones capable of flight, were escaping through the air, carrying what friends they could. Not too far away, the woman who Askin had assisted with the combo attack had shouted something at a strange-looking youth—that's right, he remembered, the slight, white-looking boy who could summon portals.

"Over there," he shouted, though in his current state it resembled something more similar to a stiff breeze than a shout. Even with the world crashing down around them, the drowsy blackness hadn't left his vision, and he could barely lift his head from Otsana's neck.

Otsana had already broken into a sprint. "I can't believe we got sidetracked on that shit!"

Margot gave her a sideways glance as she followed her. "Any port in a storm.

"Lamma bada yatathanna," Askin sung distantly, his thoughts and words dissolving into a humming whisper. "Aman, aman, aman aman..."

Calvin weakly raised a hand towards the glowing portal. He was still exhausted, having spent so much ki in his attack. "Somebody help me?" His arm collapsed to the ground. He hadn't really spent this much energy in a single fight before.

Lucie raised her fist excitedly as she watched the robot broke apart after the grenade! The Frenchwoman finally did it; she saved the city!

Well, most of the city, she corrected herself as she looked at all of the bodies strewn across the ruined stadium, the remains of slaughtered attendees and competitors. Still, many more would have died if she did nothing, and that what was important, right? Right?

The MAVERICK's attention turned to the androgynous person she bailed out with a smoke grenade, the one she tried to tell to leave while they could. They evidently didn't take her advice, which suit themselves, but now he was trying to volunteer to stay behind while others evacuate! The Nomad that seemed to be relying on some sort of magic for basic locomotion!

"MAVERICK doesn't run away from a site of disaster," Lucie barked at the androgynous being, "You need to get out of here!"

The Frenchwoman had half the mind to try to evacuate the androgynous person herself, but that idea quickly went to the backburner when she heard an injured Nomad with a slight Canadian accent begging for help. She turned to face a brown haired youth-looking nomad reaching towards the portal, unable to get his body moving.

"I got you," Lucie said as she ran towards the person on the ground. She leaned the injured nomad over her shoulders and started dragging him towards the portal, away from this catastrophic mess.

"Wow, thanks." Calvin said gratefully. Calvin looked hopeful, despite the apocalyptic stadium falling to pieces around him. Then he saw the bodies. Several of them nomad, several of them robots. His eyes drifted to an asian-looking girl, and his expression dropped from mild discomfort to shock. It was Yen, the girl who he teamed up with. She wasn't moving. He held an arm out to her, and then tapped the girl he was with on the shoulder. "Hey, can you see if she's okay?" He pointed towards Yen.

Lucie nodded, momentarily laying the Nomad she was carrying back on the ground, before walking over to what she assumed was his friend. She was as stiff as a door, just by looking at her. She didn't really need to go any further to give her coroner's report to the first Nomad, but she wanted to let the brown haired kid to at least have the comfort of knowing that she tried. She kneeled over the corpse and put her fingers over her neck, trying to find a pulse. As she expected, there was none.

"She's dead," Lucie somberly noted. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

The MAVERICK agent shook her head and lightly sighed, before going back to carry the still-alive nomad to safety. They can cry over the dead once everyone is away from ground zero.

Inanna frowned, concerned over the loss of life as he watched the two head through the portal. Making sure that everyone had gotten through, he stepped through the portal and closed it behind him.




Right when the Nomads cleared the arena, the stadium fell apart. Collapsing in on itself. Fortunately, everyone got clear, and there were... no more casualties. But, it was the fall of an icon, a landmark to all martial artists... in crumbles. Brenda had rolled out of the portal, and looked over her shoulder and watched the tragic show. While she didn't care for the stadium, or even the tournament... this place was something often talked about by her peers in the boxing gym. And... she always passed by this place when she was younger.

Then she realized that, on reflex, she left her entire team behind.

"Guys!" Brenda shouted as she looked around. "Is everyone okay?"

Sage shortly came flying down, as their wings dissipated. They paid no mind to the arena, and focused on the Nomads... they didn't need the angel's help, but there was something on their mind.

Inanna tilted his head to one side as he looked at what was left of the arena. What was next? What's next? We were supposed to find out what they were after! We're fresh out of leads, now... Inanna sighed. It was another excuse to head back home, along with his need for a new staff. This got him on the receiving end of a lecture on how irresponsible he was to break such an ancient heirloom, but it quickly faded once the voice realized that Inanna was only pretending to pay attention.

Calvin hopped off of Lucie's back. "Thanks for helping me. I can walk now."

He stood in front of the blazing arena, hands in his pockets. Other nomads looked shocked and broken at the destruction of a piece of fighting history. Calvin stared at the floor, and kicked a single pebble into the inferno. He turned around and sat on a bench, and sighed.

Lucie smiled as the nomad hopped off of her back. Thanks to her work, she can definitively say that she made sure at least one person survived all of that carnage.

"Don't thank me, it's just my job," Lucie said. It sounded like the heroish thing to do? Lucie did like to be thanked though; it felt like an affirmation that everything she did was ultimately good.

"I just wonder where the rest of MAVERICK was..."

"The rest? Are you a member of MAVERICK? That's cool."

Calvin didn't know where he was gonna go next. He didn't have any money to travel, and had already visited most of the Americas. He wanted to visit more of Europe, but didn't have enough money.

"Oui," Lucie replied as she slowly changed magazines, as a precaution in case any further violence came around. Never know, one of those smaller robots could have survived. "MAVERICK was the security detail for the tournament..."

"Yeah, was," Brenda bitterly added. "That didn't turn out so well, did it?"

"Now hang on. Even MAVERICK is probably ill-prepared to fight off an entire army of sci-fi robots. If they weren't there, that probably means a lot more people would have died if they hadn't shown up." Calvin shrugged.

"I just hope they can stop whoever did this before it happens again..."

The sound of a familiar voice pulled Askin's consciousness out from the smoky river of his unformed, half-sleeping thoughts. "Hey," he said, shifting his head slightly in Brenda's direction, "I know that voice."

Otsana looked over her shoulder. "Well we just got through a horrible terrorist attack, so there's that."

Margot nodded, looking for a place to put Brown down. "We need to find this girl a doctor, quick."

Lucie shot Brenda a glare, not just from wounded pride, but also from the all the deaths at the stadium now being laid at her feet.

"I responded as fast as I could."

"She did," Askin piped in quietly. The dark blur of sleep that sifted below his thoughts, once so terribly inviting, suddenly took on familiar shapes more like memories than dreams. In the same way one gags when bile rises from the belly to the mouth, Askin felt a similar reaction as the past trickled up from the stomach where it sat to and intrude on his tongue. "I don't think it's fair, blaming anyone like that. She fought. We fought. But now, uh, no more fighting, please."

Brenda crossed her arms, but chose to take the little Hobbit's advice... for now. "Fine." She looked around.

His head fell back down onto Otsana's neck, no longer able to support itself. Memories nipped at the edges of his eyes, like fish picking at dead skin. He hoped very much that Brown was going to make it.

It was probably time that Brenda and the crew departs. Jonas is probably dead, or if he was smart, he would had left - hey, where did the doctor scurry off to while they were fighting the robot? If he left, then, after Brenda's mission was complete, she was going to personally shove her fist up his ass. But, for now, Brenda walked over to Margot, and said, "I'll take her off your hands." She took Brown, and effortlessly carried the girl. She looked over her shoulder, then said.

"... We have a damned good doctor."
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The Slums of Rio were abuzz, even more than normal, with the news of the Brazilian Fighting Cup being reduced to cinders. Entire crowds formed in front of the small outdated televisions that broadcasted the smoking husk of the Fighting Cup. Except for the bastards who planted the bombs, hooting in their hideout.

Amist all the confusion, SYM-04 crawled out of a sewer grate. After escaping the Fighting Cup, he hopped into the ocean, and snaked his way here. There were a lot of people, lots of ki. But SYM-04 knew Horizon was still around here. If he tried to take their ki, he knew they would find him. He couldn't take any ki just yet, didn't need it. He didn't hurt much now. When it got dark, then SYM-04 would find ki. There was plenty of it. Knowing that, SYM-04 buried himself in a pile of garbage, and fell asleep.






Ivory squatted in Horizon Frontier's garden, watering some flowers. The door on the wall behind her slid open, and a man wearing black sunglasses entered, with two guards on either side of him.

"Ms. Ivory?" He said, clearing his throat

"Yes?" Ivory set the water pail down, standing up.

The man walked over and handed her a file folder. "Your first assignent. Japan has been suffering some issues with "Oni", and the weather. Your duty is to retrieve a specimen. Further details is located in this file."

The man walked out. Ivory went back to watering flowers.




Rod walked into the middle of a dark room.

"Wow, that car's fast! It's ama--"

"Rodney. You know why you've been called here." The overspeaker buzzed.

Rod's cheeky grin turned to a serious frown. "I know. The SYM-04 model escaped. In my defense, it was hard to expect a terrorist attack at here of all places."

"You promised you'd be able to watch over that thing." The overspeaker buzzed, slightly louder.

"Okay, okay. I know I promised a lot, but it's easy to get pretty confident when you have the, quote, The best technicians we, Horizon Frontiers, have scoured, unqoute, It's pretty easy to get a little inatent--"

"Your job was to make sure that failures to protection contingencies wouldn't happen", The overspeaker screeched slightly as it buzzed. Rod winced in pain.

"Look I'm sorry! I can take care of this, Just-- Give me one week, you know I can handle this! Geez... With our guys, finding a rogue Symbiote is bound to be like finding a lost puppy. I promise, I got this. Please."

The overspeaker hung with static. "Looking at your recent history, we will grant you three weeks. Or the terms of your employment shall be terminated." It clicked as it went offline, and a doorway opened, shining a blinding light into the dark, featureless room.
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Lucie continued to stare at the burning wreckage of the stadium, not minding any attention as the other nomads around her slowly started parting ways. She slowly and repetitively pulled the magazine in and out of her rifle, the soft clicking of the gun punctuating the rhythmic motions of the otherwise still woman.

After a few tense seconds, the MAVERICK agent turned on her headset

"AO cleared of all hostiles," Lucie said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "And of all stadiums. And civilians."

"Affirmative," the same voice that responded to Lucie hours ago, to approve of her entering the battle. "Head back to base for debriefing."

"Going to have to take a detour, but roger that. Over and out."

The Frenchwoman flicked her headset off. Turning around, she was suprised to see that the same brown haired kid she rescued from earlier was still there.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"To be honest", Calvin began, "Not really. Most of the other guys here have some sort of goal or vendetta. I don't. I just sort of wander around. But I think we ought to stop whoever launched this attack."

Lucie blinked.

Was this nomad being serious? After almost being killed by a marauding horde of robots, he wanted to investigate and hunt down the people who led the attack? She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Kid," the Frenchwoman said, with perhaps a hint of condensation in her otherwise dreary voice, "You're way over your head if you think you can help."

Calvin shrugged off her attempts at discouragment.

"Well, the reason I could hardly move was that I blew off the giant robot's rear with my own two hands, having spent so much ki. Would that say anything different?" He shrugged.

"This is going to be a war, kid," the MAVERICK agent retorted, "if you're going to collaspe after every fight, there's no garuntee someone is going to be around to pick you up."

Lucie sighed as she started to walk away.

"Leave this to the authorities."

Calvin started after her.

"Well, I definitely won't do something like that again. But still, I can handle myself."

Oh god, now the nomad was following her. So he really doesn't have somewhere better to be

Still, given the condition of the city following the robot attack, it's probably for the best that Lucie let the nomad follow him. It means he'd be getting away from that shitfest at the very least. Plus, all she was doing was finding Asterix; it's not like her drone was some piece of classified black box technology that civilians couldn't see.

"Suit yourself, kid. But I'm not going to be looking after you."

"That's fine. I can keep myself alive. So, where are we heading first?"

"I'm looking for my friend," Lucie responded, "Told him to wait away from the carnage. Once I find him, I have to report back to base. Won't be able to follow me back then."

Calvin shrugged. "I can atleast help you find your friend for now. What's he look like?"

"Small. Grey. On treads," Lucie noted, not phazed at all that what she is describing was clearly not human, "You'll know him when you see him.

Calvin nodded, but then stopped as he tried to imagine what Lucie was describing. "Is... Is he a... uh... Is he some midget alien cyborg?" Calvin knew his question was dumb, but he had no idea what he was supposed to picture.

"Close. He's a drone," the Frenchwoman said with complete sincereity. "He's my closest friend in the whole world. Usually he's armed but I had to remove it because he gets fidgety when there's too many people around him. So I had to tell him to get away"

"Huh. Well if I didn't ask, I wouldn't have known when we see him. You know where he would be, generally?" Calvin asked.

"In our fallback position. A nice abandonded warehouse near the edge of of the industrial zone. Shouldn't take too long to get there."

""Let's get moving, then." Calvin nodded.

"I'm Calvin, by the way." He finally introduced himself.

"My name is Lucie," the Frenchwoman responded back with her name.
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"... Hold still," Seven-Seven ordered Justin. "You want me to try and fix you, correct?"

"I know, I know," Justin answered, as he sat on this stool with a pout on his face. Seven-Seven stood overtop of him, as her fingers transformed into tools that were repairing Justin's cybernetics. He tried to relax, but he was worried, it was hard to. "But, my nerves are still active, and it stings like hell."

"Perhaps you should have gotten the nano-repair system, similar to mine, installed." Seven-Seven playfully teased.

Justin looked down at the grease-stained floor for a moment. He looked off to the side to see a red car raised on an elevated platform that he couldn't identify (or simply just didn't want to). The room was dimly lit, but one flip of a switch in that brain of his, and he was able to see perfectly fine in the dark.

"... Sorry, but I didn't have time to get any upgrades," Justin shook his head.

"I just wish I had better parts to work with!" Seven-Seven said as she replaced a piece of Justin's wiring. She welded it shut. "I can barely do anything."

"It don't gotta look pretty," Justin said, "I just need a quick patchwork before we get out of Rio. Voyt, Abel, and whoever the hell else, may be right on top of us."

He leaned forward and rested his face into the palm of his metal hand. "This tournament backfired on us so hard."

"Don't think of it like that, Justin," Seven-Seven said with a smile. "It was a great idea, and we would be in Germany by now if it succeeded! But, alas..." She said, before she shrugged. "We'll get to Germany somehow."

"I hope so..." Justin said. "Now, hurry up befor-"

Timing couldn't be anymore against Justin Haggar here. The door swung open, the lights were flicked up, and a middle aged man in blue overalls came in. Wielding a shotgun, that - while it didn't intimidate the Nomads - it was definitely going to attract a lot of attention.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Justin said as he hopped to his feet, and Seven-Seven retracted her repair tools. "Don't-"

... And of course the man fired the shotgun. His cybernetic frame was pelted with a barrage of pellets, as he turned to the side and used his arm to shield his face. What would be a fatal shot... merely scratched him.

And he liked his shiny metallic body.

He closed the distance, and grabbed the shotgun, and put a hand against the man's mouth. His blue eyes met the man's brown eyes, and he said, strained, "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? Just calm down."

The man looked terrified, as Justin disarmed him with one swift movement... and didn't even look human. Justin took a few steps back, releasing the man, and gently placing the shotgun on the hood of the vehicle.

"Who... who are you?" The man asked, and Justin was glad that not everyone knew about them. Which left him room to do this.

"Brenton, and this is Andrea, sorry for breaking in," Justin said, "But, we're looking for a phone... we need a ride to São Paulo."

"I... I can give you a ride," The man said. "But, it isn't for free."

Seven-Seven stepped forward, her lips curling into a grin.

"... We have a way."




It was a long and bumpy ride in the back of this mechanic's truck. Seven and Justin were sitting across from each other as they were getting knocked up and down. There was not a whole lot of small talk in between getting launched around the truck. So, it was quiet as it was... unpleasant. The truck came to a stuff, and Justin hoped that he wasn't dragging them into a trap. But, Seven-Seven would had noted that before the vehicle even came to a stop. The door opened up, and the man nodded his head.

"You're here," He said. "Where is my money?"

Seven-Seven walked up, and as she got out of the vehicle. She smiled at the man, and handed him a device of some sort. Seemingly a piece of some sort of high tech machine. It looked very complex. She said, "Sell that, it's worth a lot y'know." She walked away, and Justin followed.

"Take it easy." Justin said.

Good... São Paulo, one of the wealthiest places in all Brazil. If they were going to find an odd job or two, it'd be here. They arrived here at the dead of the night, which made it even easier. Justin merely threw his hoodie up... while Seven merely walked with her mink coat on. As she didn't have another hood. Besides....

... She liked her mink coat!

They walked into a shady bar, and it looked like the place you'd find some equally shady people that had something to be done. It was a dirty job, but whatever got the pair closer to their goals. The moment they walked in, everyone put their eyes on the dude with the hoodie, and the girl with the flowing blonde hair. Justin merely shrugged, as he pressed on to the counter.

"Tequila, please," Justin said as he slid his way onto the stool.

"Haha..." The burly bartender said to him. "We don't sell tequila out here, friend."

Yet, he still went back and grabbed a bottle, and poured Justin a glass.

"Drink some Cachaça, shit tastes better than that Mexican shit anyway."

Well, Justin can't really get drunk anymore, but fortunately he can still taste it. He grabbed it with his hand... which elected a raised eyebrow from the bartender. He downed it all in one slurp, and shook his head.

"Another."

"... Wow, robot man," The bartender said. "Take it easy."

Justin shook his head, as he gazed up towards the TV screen above them all....

HEADCLINE: Major Terrorist attack during the Brazilian Fighting Cup.

And it used an image of the same stadium that Seven and Justin fought in. Burning. Collapsed. In pieces. He raised an eyebrow. Abel...? He thought to himself, but before he could continue that line of thought, the camera focused itself on the woman, who explained.

"This is Molly Schuler, and tragedy has struck at the Brazilian Fighting cup in Rio!" Molly started off. "Right when the first match begun, a horde of machines, descended upon the stadium, and caused a massacre. Destroying a majority of the stadium, along with the death of many civilians."

Molly cleared her throat as she continued.

"Brave MAVERICK soldiers fought bravely to ensure the contestants, and survivors get to safety, but it seems an explosive went off in the building." Molly started off. "Authorities are still looking for survivors."

She centered herself.

"MAVERICK is still investigating who is behind this attack, but it is believed to be either the work of the dreaded ZODIAC group..." Molly trailed off, as she pressed her earpiece, and turned to the side. "... We have received word that the two terrorists, Justin Haggar, and a woman who refers to herself as Seven, are the two behind the attack."

Justin, out of shock, suddenly crushed the cup in his hands. He looked down at his hand, and sighed. The screen showed an image of both Justin and Seven-Seven standing side by side.

"These two are responsible for the destruction of MAVERICK headquarters, currently with a bounty of a trillion dollars," Molly started off. "Said bounty has doubled to two trillion dollars each. Seven is wanted strictly alive..."

Suddenly... everyone started giving the pair a look. Grinning madly, and laughing. As a massive payday is standing right in front of them. Why not just take it?

"... And Justin Haggar is wanted dead or alive."

Justin sighed.

"... I was about to ask for another drink," Justin started off, as he got off the stood to face the droves of men and women. Pulling his hood down to reveal his face. "Fellas... it's not going to go down the way you think." Justin started off, cracking his robotic knuckles.

"Sooooo, if I were you, I'd go back to drinking."

Instead, the horde of men rushed square at Justin, and he sighed.

"... Always gotta do things the hard way, don't cha?"

Justin mused to himself, as he started the fight by throwing the first punch. A left hook right to the face of a mook charging him from the right. He came to a stop as his whole body trembled with the tremendous impact of his left. But, Justin utilized momentum to turn into a pivot, and swung his back leg out. Charged with a light-blue ki, when it swung out, it created an arc like a scythe. The men went flying.

Justin's arm underwent a transformation as it glowed with ki, and vents opened up in his arm to let out the steam. He leap forward with his fist cocked back, and sent it flying upwards. "Rhythm Uppercut!" The men were launched through the roof, and came flying around all over the bar.

"Seven!" Justin shouted, as he created enough breathing room for Seven to...

Her chest hatches opened up, and a large orb came flying out. A curious device propelled by a rocket... which immediately exploded and caused a blinding flash that engulfed the room in light. Everyone screamed in agony, as they desperately tried to shield their eyes. It was like staring into the sun! But, by the time the light faded...

... They were all gone.




Not too far away, Justin and Seven rested in an alleyway. Well, Justin went into a fit of rage as he punched a brick wall so hard that he created a hole in it.

"Damn it!" Justin shouted.

"Justin!" Seven pleaded.

"Everyone is so damn stupid!" Justin shouted. "All they're doing is helping the real bastards!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Seven replied, as she grabbed Justin's wrist. "We'll have to prove them wrong, prove them all wrong." She said.

Justin shook his head, as he leaned up against the wall, and crossed his arms.

"You know what this means, right?" Justin asked. "Even more, loons like Voyt after us. We can't trust no one."

"What about the beach?"

"They had no idea who we were... and I know that portal kid is going to want to run that spear of his through me...."

"Maybe, maybe not..." Seven trailed off.

Justin shook his head, and shrugged. He looked up to the nightsky... and saw someone staring down at them. They were dressed like a ninja! When he looked up, the person left. "Another assassin." Justin said as his arms transformed. "Great."

He launched himself upwards with a single beat pulse, and Seven-Seven followed with a quick boost. They both landed on the roof, as they caught sight of the stranger.

"Don't let 'em get away!" Justin said. "They'll ju-"

The stranger threw a flashbang and the two shielded their eyes... So that's what that feels like. Justin thought to himself as his arms were ready to roll. But, the light faded, and the person was all gone.

... But a letter was left behind.

Seven-Seven walked over to it, and opened it. Her eyes went wide as she read the contents, and Justin stepped over and took a glance at it.

Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

My father has seen you in action, and is disappointed that you were not only eliminated early, but didn't even get a proper showing. The fighting cup may have been interrupted, but we cordially invite you to our private tournament in Hong Kong. The prize will be even greater than the one offered in the fighting cup.

I hope to see you there,


Justin raised an eyebrow.

"... Could be a trap."

"But, maybe we should look into it," Seven-Seven said. "We were unprepared for this tournament."

Justin shook his head.

"Germany first," He took a few steps towards the edge of the rooftop as he threw his hood up. "Then we decide if we want to attend a shady tournament."

He extended his hand to Seven, and said.

"Are you ready? We got plenty of work to do."

Seven smiled as she took his head, and the two were launched across the night sky.

The adventure had barely begun.
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Inanna sighed as he turned away from the wreckage of the stadium, eager to head back home and rest for at least a little while. Wait, the voice inquired. The staff! Inanna frowned. Wasn’t it broken? Couldn’t he just get another one? That staff was no run of the mill sigil! It was the genuine article, preserved over millennia for us alone! You cannot simply let it rust away beneath the rubble of some frivolous stadium! The young warrior frowned before he shrugged and took a portal to the ruins of the arena.

Aside from the rubble and the heat, both pieces were relatively easy to find. He remembered the precise spot where he dropped the top half. The handle was somewhat more difficult, as the leg of the robot it was embedded in had since fallen off, and the handle had since fallen out of that. Finding it was a small task compared to everything else he had done that day, though. At least now he had some time to think. So the staff was… special somehow?

Yes, the voice answered as Inanna pried the staff out from a pile of rubble, falling over backwards. It had stood by my side for decades… Perhaps, once you grow more talented with the arcane arts, I can teach you how wield it properly... Inanna listened intently as he opened a portal under his feet and dropped down back outside the ruins, stumbling for a moment and scrambling to hold on to the pieces of his staff before he got a hold of them once more. The voice held back a sigh. Though I think you wield it well enough already. Inanna tilted his head to the side slightly. Yes, you fought rather well. I daresay that if the circumstances of our existences were different, you would have made a fine member of my guard. Inanna smiled, happy to finally get a compliment out of his partner.

Inanna attempted to open a portal back to Iran… and failed, his entire being beginning to ache and strain against itself. Do not strain yourself, The voice echoed. You have done more than enough magic for one day. The golem wished he could do a bit more, but he could make some good distance on foot, right? Stow away on a boat? Maybe even get a little rest? He began to head off before a mysterious figure appeared in front of him, pressed a letter into his arms alongside the pieces of his staff, and left as quickly as they came. The golem tucked the pieces of the staff under his arm and opened the letter.

Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

It seems that, despite your best efforts, you have missed the scheduled sign up date for the tournament. The fighting cup may have been interrupted, but we cordially invite you to our private tournament in Hong Kong. You may find exactly what you seek.

I hope to see you there.

Inanna folded the letter away and stored it in his robes. Well, it seemed that they had found their lead. I doubt it. They’re likely baiting us into some sort of ridiculous errand. Let us head back to the temple, first. We shall get our staff fixed before we plan our next move. And make sure no one’s tracking us, this time. Inanna nodded. It sounded like a plan! The golem hummed an ancient tune, feeling, as always, that everything would turn out for the best.






Iran, Hours Later...

The armored relic trudged through the desert sands, ignoring the perpetual sandstorm that surrounded her. It was that and other ancient magics which hid the temple’s presence, which she dispelled by humming an ancient hymn. She continued to hum as the sands faded to reveal a decrepit stone temple. It looked abandoned, though she knew better. She held her free hand up to the front of the great stone doors as her song reached a crescendo. The door refused to budge. Had she forgotten the spell? No, that couldn’t be. They simply knew better than to let such a trick work in the first place. She raised her rifle and pointed it at the door.

“Maahes…” She whispered, firing several large bursts of flame from the rifle’s grenade launcher. They stuck to the door for a few moments before exploding violently, blowing open a hole big enough for her to pass through. She didn’t, though. She stood at the threshold and peered inside. Through the smoke, she could sense those inside; their ki, their magic, the heat from their bodies… Some of them could evidently do the same, staring at the warrior clad in shining white armor and discussing it amongst themselves, wondering what to make of it all. The warrior frowned, her rifle falling to the ground as she shot her hands forwards, palms laid flat.

“Mafdet,” She recalled as her fingers began to glow. “Missile!” She let out a warcry as green beams of magic arced out from her fingers and traveled towards the robed figures inside, just as one tried to attack her. Far too late. The missile batteries on her shoulders opened up and began launching missile after missile, the boosters on her back flaring to counteract the recoil generated by the onslaught. After what seemed like an eternity, the barrage ceased, and the room was covered in smoke.

The old soldier picked up her rifle and walked through the temple’s hall, scanning for survivors. Some were dead, many were wounded, mortally or not, but none were in any shape to fight back against her. A cold, analytical stare could barely be seen through her visor as she looked to the doors further impeding her search. She turned towards the sound of one of the doors opening, seeing a figure in the same red robes as the rest of them, wearing a hood and an iron mask that obscured most of his features. He wielded a steel staff topped with a sigil all too familiar to the armored Nomad.

“Who are you,” he asked, sending a burst of magical energies sailing towards the relic. “What are you after?” What a pathetic display of the arcane. The woman whispered as she raised the shield on her arm, creating a shield of blue energy that sent the projectile sailing back towards her foe. Panels on the back of her armor opened once more to reveal boosters that flared and sent her rocketing towards the man in red as he was hit by his own attack, and she raised a hand, catching him by the neck and slamming him against the stone walls of the temple, jamming the rifle into his stomach.

“The vessel.” The armored figure inquired. “Where is it?” The man only gasped and struggled periodically. How foolish of her… The warrior loosened her vice grip on his windpipe and repeated her question once more.

“I shall repeat myself.” The warrior said, more impatiently this time. “Where is the vessel?” The sheer animosity present in her voice was more than enough to make him fear for his life. But he remained steadfast enough to notice that, through the glow of her visor, the warrior’s eyes could just barely be seen, and with her eyes, was the Wadjet symbol her right one was decorated with. Realization flashed through his eyes.

“You,” he said quickly. “You’re The Traitor! After all these years, you have finally-”

”WHERE IS THE VESSEL?!” The woman roared, tightening her grip on the man’s neck once more before slamming the back of his head into the wall. She took quick, deep breaths as she slowly steadied herself and loosened her grip.

“We suspected you were long dead,” The man said hoarsely. “We expected him to be back from Rio by now. But even if you challenge him, you shall never succeed, demon. You may wipe us out, but the might of H-”

“Do not say that name in my presence!” The golem said loudly. “You pathetic fool. Do you have even the slightest idea who he was, four thousand years ago? Do you have any idea what his vision was for humanity?” She dropped him and kicked away his staff, staring him down and pressing her rifle into him. She let out a long, tired sigh. She had seen many foolish humans in her years, who sought out these strange, self-destructive goals, but to her, this pathetic cult put them all to shame.

“In truth,” The armored warrior continued. “I have little desire to destroy my brother once more. I see no reason to seek him out. But I must head to Germany for the sake of my mission, as you will likely figure out regardless, and if you have the slightest bit of sense and compassion left within you, you will not send him after me. For I will still kill him the moment I deem it necessary.” She turned her rifle to the side and smashed his ribs with the stock, knocking him to the ground. She turned to leave before she heard the man speak in an arcane tongue once more, and promptly turned and delivered a quick bullet to the man’s kneecap.

“And on the subject of wiping you out,” The golem growled. “If I didn’t have the slightest inkling of hope that you might have knowledge that I may find useful, this temple, you, and your ilk would have been reduced to nothing today. Even history would not concern itself with immortalizing your pitiful existence.” And on that note, she left, vanishing into the sands as suddenly as she had appeared.

It seemed to the warrior that her brother thought he could invest in this pathetic cult, hidden away for thousands of years in a part of the world she would not expect. But she would likely have to thwart him once again, even after all this time. Humans often said that history repeated itself, and it was a bitter irony that she had experienced herself multiple times over.

A figure had appeared before her, given her a letter inviting her to some tournament and promising a reward, but she simply crumpled it up and threw it away, setting it aflame as it sunk into the dunes. She could not waste her time thinking about such things. She had a mission to attend to.






Iran, One Day Later...

Inanna warped gracefully from dune to dune, stopping to tuck the staff pieces under his arm take a bite of his kebab every once in awhile. After he finished, he hummed absentmindedly, listening to his inner voice as the two of them chatted away. It was rather pleasant conversation… which stopped once the golem finally returned to his home temple.

The magic hiding its location was gone, and the door had been breached, the lighting inside revealing scorch marks across the walls and floors. He entered, seeing the disturbed and sorry faces of the people that he considered to be something close to family light up with hope at his return. Many of them were wounded, their red robes still visibly stained with blood, with the healthier ones closely tending to them, while others still were completely absent. Inanna’s companion did not need to tell him why that was so. A voice called out to him, and he turned to the altar, seeing a familiar masked figure leaning heavily on his staff, almost like a crutch.

“Elder Bijan!” Inanna cried, rushing towards him. “W-what happened?” The old man smiled, coughing several times before he answered.

“The Traitor yet lives,” he explained. “She lives, and she tore through us like a bloodthirsty animal. But all is well, Inanna. The fool told us that she has business in Germany. All you must do is take her core. Then you shall be truly complete. You shall be the true savior of order and mankind that you were made to be.” Inanna looked at his broken staff, and the elder nodded, motioning to set them upon the altar. Inanna did so, and he steadied his creator as he dropped his own staff and began to speak in his arcane tongue. The end of the staff’s handle began to glow red hot as he reattached it to the staff’s head. The entire tool began to glow with a green aura until it appeared to be as good as new. Perhaps it would be best to make sure we're ready before we leave. If he is not mistaken, then we could have quite a battle ahead of us...

“The world felt so tense when we first created you,” the elder continued. “My father dedicated his life to finding your core. As did his father, and his father before him, for ever so many generations. We had to piece together faint accounts of how to perform the rituals used in your creation, and when you awoke, we were convinced that we had failed. But even seeing your exploits at the tournament, you have already proven us wrong. Stay and train here for as long as you need, Inanna. It is the least we can do for the Avatar of Horus..."

Inanna nodded as he retrieved his staff, that strange feeling of weight in his heart only growing stronger as he went downstairs to hone his technique.
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Damnit, there were too many of them... Running through the crowding stadium, Jonas proceeded duck as one of the robots attempted to bash him with the butt of the rifle. In return, the doctor gave this machine a quick check up. For the first part, there was jamming a knife into its head, and the next using that momentum to flip over and bring it to its back... or rather knees. It was easily destabilized as it keeled over.

There was the facet that it was still trying to blow Jonas' head off, albeit, somewhat slowly as it started to aim once again. Finding another right by him trying to blow his head off, he quickly pivoted behind it to use as a shield...

It took some of the blows from the other robot before trying to readjust itself to hit Jonas... only this time, it was too late as Jonas inadvertently shoved unlucky red shirt #2 onto the #1. While they weren't exactly destroyed, they would probably waste more time trying to get back up as the nomad sped off.

Ugh, this would be a little easier if he didn't get separated from Klara... like hot damn, that was just a mess back there with multiple robots piling onto that platform... there was no way they could take em all on, much less two of the larger robots! Shaking his head, Jonas shoved one of the robots into another, causing a pile up of three bots. He felt a shot brush past his face as he turned to eye them...

Oh well, this whole thing could of gone better, but it just made it easier to snatch the prize away... after all, he was going to need it to pay all four of them... oh, right, he recruited Flatty Matty too... wonder how she was handling herself with the group? Maybe she got lost, or they figured a way to ditch her. Jonas shook his head as a shiver went down his spine.

Adults should not at all work like that... maybe whoever managed to ditch her would get paid extra?

Jonas stabbed another robot in the face as he destabilized one by pulling its leg out before quickly dashing into the bathroom. Alright, so this is the next best place for cover considering there are zero bots in here. Alright. Breathe in, breathe out... focus Jonas. As he stood completely still, Jonas began putting his energy into creating exact look-alikes of himself, the four of them forming around the doctor.

... and then blam, all of them came into existence. This would make getting through the robots easier... Eyeing them all over, he tossed two knives to each of them before being the first to run out. As he dashed out, he made sure to attack and destroy a few of the bots. With their resources and forces diverted and focused on him, the clones went to work, picking em off, causing what looked to be some form of mass confusion amongst the robot soldiers... or that's what it looked liked.

Once that was over with, they dashed off... before Jonas noticed an awfully familiar uniform. That logo... mmm... maybe... just maybe.

Aw heck, why not have another wager today? He did deduct that they were probably going for the prize and he had no idea where the room was located.

Keeping an eye on the man, he slowly made his way through, doing his best to avoid conflict with the bots as he dashed, tripped, and dodge them. The clones mimicked him to some extend with Jonas sometimes having to take a blow for one of em. Sure, he could just let em go pop, but he knew how he worked and there was no way he was getting another clone until they all popped.

Had to be prepped for anything...


After stalking this jackass like prey for what felt like an hour, he hid behind a corner as he heard the man smugly claim the prize was theirs. He did denote that he hadn't gone in yet which made it perfect for him to take out without a mess... He was more than thankful that there weren't a lot of robots around this area as well...

But making a lot of noise? That would definitely warrant their attention.

Anyways... slow and methodically, Jonas left his clones behind as he silently descended on the poor fool who was too enamored that he didn't even notice the doctor was behind him... until his head was being smashed into the wall two times. Disoriented and bloodied, the man turned around as if a drunkard with a hangover. He was holding his head and the guys nose was distorted in so many ways possible.

"Waff thu' h-"

The only sounds that could be heard was a crack as Jonas' fist went straight across the guys jaw. With those turns of events, the man collapsed like a rag doll. Whipping his hand back and forth, he was certain he cut his finger on one of the dudes now missing teeth, but that wasn't important. Urging his clones to rush in, each of them quickly and efficiently went in one by one.

Looking inside the room, this was... not a bad payout. Could be better, could be worse, but he could make do with satisfying the others. Scratching his chin, he did eye what looked to be a strange trophy with a woman engrave on it. Looked pretty old too in comparison as he picked it up and studied it for a bit...

"Interesting," he murmured as the clones were at work, snatching up all the money. Turning back to look at the entrance, he walked near one of the clones and, erm, "shared" the weird trophy with each of them before stepping to the side and began overlooking the area.

"... Dab a dab a dab dibbiddy bab a bab bab!" Jaden loudly shouted his battle cry as he literally appeared in a cloud of smoke, and kicked one of the clones square in the face - and Jaden didn't even notice the dude disappearing in thin air! Arriving on scene, he looked around... it was a bunch of clones. And they all looked like real fuckboys. But, that wasn't important... they were taking the prize money! Yo, what the fuck!? This asshole thought he was going to get away with the prize money with his legendary circle-jerk technique alone? Preposterous! Jaden grinned as he slowly drew a sword from his back. Looked like Dr. Faggot here was about to have a challenge! He ninja-stepped forward, and swung his sword at another clone.

"Give up the cash, fag!" Jaden shouted, "It's now property of Raldo Enterprises, baby!"

Looks like he wasn't the only one who had the same idea taking the money for himself. Expected, but what he felt was rather... disturbing. This guy had a pretty good influx of ki and just took out one of his clones, causing the money to scatter. The doctor didn't waste any time as he imbued one of his knives with ki and focused since this totally inconspicuous samurai jack off decided to slowly remove one of his blades.

Glad to see someone was stupid enough to try and style, but he was still kind of worried as he frowned... and immediately dashed forward with an incredible burst in speed. Once he finished that sentence, the Doctor was already on him as he tackled the larger man, knocking them both over as he jammed the knife into the wannabe ninja's gut.

"Nah, that investment's jus' financial suicide."

Jaden groaned in pain... but this ain't the first time he's been stabbed baby. There was that time he tried talking to that girl that wasn't quite a "girl" and... he was getting off track. The only thing that needs to be getting off is this asshole. Thinkin' he can out play the player? Oh, really? Well, when pigs fly.

"Heh," Jaden groaned as he clenched his teeth. "Only suicide I see here is..."

What this jackass didn't realize was that Jaden's a certified ninja! And the top ninja for that matter. He quickly put his swords away, and grabbed onto Jonas. He kicked off the ground, and rolled over, quickly pulling a reversal on the poor dude. Once he was on top, he charged his hand with ki, and... backhanded Jonas across the cheek. The good ol' fashion bitchslap, baby!

"... You fightin' me, brother."

Jonas winced and barred his teeth as his head rebounded a bit to the side. Of course, as grating and ignorant as that line was, Jonas came back hard as he swiftly used his closest bag to reach into his bag and retrieve a needle before his speed wore off... which was kinda any second now. "If that's whatcha see y'might have glaucoma."

The doctor didn't waste any time jamming the needle into Jaden's skin as he spoke, along with injecting the contents into this wannabe samurais blood... "... time for a check-up." And with that, Jonas casually ripped the needle from his flesh. Jaden groaned for a moment as the needle penetrated him.

Good. At least now the Dreadlock Samurai's wit would having something in common with his motor skill for a while.

"... Did you just stick a needle in me, or was it the wind?" Jaden asked, incredulously, as he felt wobbly for a moment... but that wasn't going to stop him. This wasn't the first time Jaden was roofied! He pulled both of swords, raised them into the air, and brought both blades down on Jonas.

The moment those swords began soaring downwards was the moment his plan began to click into place. The effects of the medicine began to undercut this foolish samurai warrior's attack as the two katana's descent began slowing down. While Dreadlock Samurai was going through the motion, Jonas used his superior speed to outmaneuver his opponent, via, rolling to the left side.

"Let me clarify that with one statement," he uttered rather loudly with an expressionless stare on his face. The doctor then ricocheted up, drawing a knife from his coat as he imbued it with ki. Once at the apex of his arch, Jonas brought not only his knife down, but a knee up to the large man's chest.

... and before he knew it, another knife was plunged directly into Jaden, and Jonas had delivered a crushing blow with his knees to the wannabe samurai's lungs. "Both."

However, even though his reflexes and body was slowed, Jaden was still the number one ninja baby! He wasn't going to let this scrub get the best of him, he still had both swords in hands! Pfft, what an amateur. Didn't even disarm his opponent. When the knee came up, Jaden put his swords sideways so his faggy knee went right into it! Getting sliced up and everything!

Well, after that counter, he couldn't tell whether or not he would need to create stronger dosages of that drug, or that these were expired. There's no way in hell he should of been able to react that fast, let alone get his katana into his knee. Regardless, he felt some pain surge into his leg as it began cutting into his skin. Even if he were to stop there, he would have to deal with the time it took to stop, meaning that he would probably have a blade a third of the way into his knee...

Unless...

Jonas, despite all reasoning, kept going. He was a man with a plan as he began imbuing the wounded area with ki, halting the blades cut to some degree as he continued his ascent. Swiftly, he forced the ridges of the katana into Jaden's ribs, whilst the tip of the blade went into his pelvis. The doctor didn't waste any time as he let go of the knife's handle, and produced another knife from his sleeve.

Jaden pulled the katanas away the best he could under the effect of this drug. They stabbed into him, but they didn't dig into Jaden's flesh as much as Jonas was hoping. You see, Jaden imbued the areas the blades were poking of ki of his own, and raised his defense a bit. What's more, he was using the ki in his body to eliminate the drug. Easy as one, two, three... but, he shouldn't let Dr. Faggot know that. So, Jaden stumbled back a few steps, slurred. He hopped back up, and stared him down.

"You're gonna have to try a lil' better than that to take me out." Jaden said, "But, if a date rape drug is the best in your arsenal... this will be easy."

Oh good, he was backing away with two knives sticking in him... He was definitely going to have to retrieve those from his still-warm corpse after this all. Jonas' thoughts raced back to the drug as he looked at the guys movements. They went from pseudo-slow to some random ass that was drunk on a Saturday night was mighty suspicious.

If this hack thought he was fooled, this samurai had something else coming at him.

"People have tried dating you, nevertheless drugging you," he asked in a loud, surprised manner with a false bravado as he grinned widely. "Wow... those people must have pretty poor standards," he barked back, pretending to limp with his injured knee.




As the battle raged on between the ninja and doctor, the clones managed to swipe all the money as they continued beating each other down. Eventually, all three of them eventually bounced out of the room with precision and agility, dashing past some of the robots that attempted to shoot, but inadvertently missed. Good, looks like all was going according to plan for one of the two nomads... unless there was an outlier, of course.

"... I'm gonna have a dance party on yo' grave!" Jaden shouted as he rushed Jonas, both hands on his katanas.

"After this, that dream th' only thing you'll save," Jonas grumbled as he drew a knife from his coats sleeve. While he was coming at him, Jonas shoved another hand into his bag while he began focusing his energy, quietly breathing in and out.

The two clashed, as the whole area went black. They both swung their blades as they zipped past each other. Jaden ended on the opposite side, seemingly with not a scratch on him... then one of his dreadlocks fell off.

"Mutha-" Jaden said.

Jonas looked back, tilting his head downwards with a curious frown. Precise, but not close enough since he didn't even slash his face, or the samurai's neck. "Oh good, I've gone from cutting arteries to c-"

Jonas didn't even get to finish his sentence before he noticed that part of his green shirt was sliced cleanly from his muscled breast all the way down to his abdomen. A few blue bruises could be seen here and there... Well, crap... he liked that shirt. Then again, he liked all of his green shirts, so eh.

Quickly pivoting around, Jonas began to move once again at that unnatural speed when he tackled Jaden earlier, going on the offensive as he raised his fist to try and punch this annoying samurai. However, Jaden saw the attack coming, and moved his body to dodge the attack with amazing speed. Faster than Jonas'. He quickly said,

"Stick to cutting hair," Jaden said. "Because you punch like a BIIIIITCH!"

He swung his leg towards Jonas' head to hit him with a roundhouse.

There's a thing called adaptability... and from the looks of it, this foolish samurai thought he had the high ground, hah. One should never assume that, lest they would befall defeat...

As Jonas saw the knee fly towards him, he cocked his head to the side as his skull became infused with ki...

And slammed it straight into Dreadlocks knee; a sickening crack emanating from the black man's joints as his skull began to leave an impression on the mans leg. "Nah, I'll stick to breaking knee's." Jaden fell to the ground with a roll.

"Ouch."

He used one of his katanas to prop himself up, and narrowed his eyes at Jonas. "That's not how you use your head!" He said... before he realized something. Something important. He wasn't here to fight this fag.

He's after that paper, baby!

... and despite his valiant attempts to keep his head, that came with a price. Limiting his knee's bleeding and filtering out some of the pain with his ki ended when he delivered all of his remaining ki to his head. As he ricocheted off the mans now shattered knee-cap, he crashed to the ground, straight onto his arm.

He clenched his teeth as he winced a little, looking up to see his pants becoming a dirty shade of red before looking up at that bastard of a samurai.

Jaden did the good old salute! "Sorry, I'm needed elsewhere!"

He disappeared into a puff of smoke... very nonchalantly ending the fight.

But, in the distance, Jonas could hear something...

"HOUDINI!"

... and son of a bitch. The bastard teleported his ass out of there! And more so, he attuned his ki senses to try and target him... and what the Doc found was rather troublesome. Not only was the guys ki rather far along, but that thug he bested earlier was gone too. As Jonas began to stand up, he limped a little weakly before crashing onto his other knee.

Furrowing his brows, he sighed as he shook his head and slowly began to focus as he looked into the hallways, now occupied with more robots than earlier. Great. At this rate, there was no way he was going to be able to catch up to the weeaboo, let alone escape with all the money... and to top it all off, he had less ki thanks to his cloning ability... excellent...

On the plus side, it wasn't hard to tell which clone he was heading for at this rate. Well then... if he was going to probably target that one, best he drag out the chase as long as possible. Jonas smiled a bit as he finished transferring all of his ki into his damaged knee.

"There... that should do it for now," he huffed and puffed to himself. Now he was in a dangerous predicament more than usual as he stood straight up. Ruffling his hair, he looked at the few knives that littered the room and shook his head.

Guess it was time for another sacrifice.

Jonas slowly dashed around as efficiently as he could, gathering all the remaining knives in the vicinity before mustering his strength as he ran towards the opening and jumped. As he jumped, he jammed a knife into the wall above the rooms only entrance and exit as he swung back and stumbled upon his landing.

He repeated the same thing, having the knife be a little more off to the side.

With everything in play, it was time to begin his strategy on getting the hell out of this machine infested place. The Doctor hopped up and swung like a pendulum before latching his undamaged leg onto his knife as he looked downwards.

He then took in one huge breath...

... before letting it all out.

"Come and get me ya sonsofbitches!"

That shout emanated throughout the halls, drawing some of the robots attention. This was like something out of a horror move as he heard their mechanical 'clink, clanks,' as they moved forward. Jonas could only breathe in and out, waiting for the moment of reckoning as each passing second went by.

Blinking, Jonas squinted as he saw one of the guns poke into the room. His breathing slowed down to a near halt as more and more robots entered the room. They all were at work, investigating the scrapes on the walls, the blood that caked the floor, any little bit as to clue them in to what might of happened here...

... and eventually one turned their heads towards the ceilings. Nothing.

The only thing that was of worthy value were two knives aptly placed above the entrance and exit of the room.


Slowly running, Jonas tried to keep tabs on the samurai as he used every little obstacle, every little pillar to keep out of the sights of the robots. Depending on where their shot landed at this rate could be fatal to him. Staying silent, he peeked from behind a pillar as two robots patrolled past him. Their march was slow and methodical, both heads constantly moving side to side.

Thankfully, he was much more observant than a bunch of mass produced robots some hack inventor churned up to invade the stadiums... but why?

"Was it for the money," Jonas pondered as he soundlessly ran across the area, keeping an eye out on those infernal machines. He dismissed it as quickly as he thought of that, arms swinging in the wind as he continued at a more faster pace. "No, there's no way that makes any friggin' sense at all," he uttered to no one in particular.

Even though he insulted their creator's abilities, the fact that there were so many of these droids running amok meant that they must of costed a lot to make, especially since each of them would of had to be outfitted with guns. He recalled how much money he saw and he was certain he could bet the whole pile on the fact that all of these robots costed a heck of a lot more to make than the prize money offered.

Jonas dismissed the weird trophy as well, as he had no idea what intrinsic value it might hold... there's no way some museum director or merchant ordered some inventor to fetch it for their collection... considering how much money was probably lost on the destruction of these robots, the price to pay would of probably drove them bankrupt.

Jonas shook his head as he thought of more reasons as to the outlandish arrival of the robots as he ducked into an empty lounge overlooking the stadium. Chairs and tables were knocked over as one of the tvs that were on was showcasing some soap opera. Save for the chaos and the sounds the tv played, this place was eerily quiet.

The Doctor would of investigated for about ten seconds and move on, if it wasn't for him spotting the bar. It was laden with half-filled glasses, some spilled over the counter as he stared at the variety of drinks behind the glass cabinets hanging from above.

He still wanted to try his hand at cocktails, even after this whole excursion. Tearing the cabinet door open, Jonas snatched a bottle of Cachaça before placing it gingerly in his bag. Hopefully this time he wouldn't have to use it as a weapon on the fly as he ran out of the door...

... and straight into two passing robot mooks.

Of course.

Drawing a knife, Jonas immediately lunged at on of the heads, jamming a knife and twisting it around causing a crackling of metal. While the other one reacted to take aim, Jonas countered this by shoving the other robot soldier who tried to grapple him... and they almost toppled like domino's.

He would of been good to run if the other bot decided not to spray a hail of fire as on shot landed right in his left lumbar region and gave him a bit of a cut across his face. While this shouldn't off affected him, Jonas clenched his teeth as he drew a few more knives and went to work, disposing of the robots by targeting the joints, leaving them unable to move around.

"Shit," he hissed to himself as he took sanctuary in the lounge, stripping his coat and shirt off. Looking through the bag, he eyed a few of the items there. Gauze, alcohol, the works. His eyes were cast upon the artifact for a brief moment before he went to work on himself. Humming one of Beethoven's Symphony's, the doctor made quick work of patching up the wound as he wrapped himself up and got dressed.

"This... this is nothing," he sighed to himself, glad that his more vital areas were secure. Taking a brief glimpse outside the window, he noticed the large mechanical creature amongst the swathe of locusts. It was like a spider, but what was more surprising to him was the ki he felt from down there...

"... guess they got all the bombs," he muttered to himself, disinterested in the large monstrosity, despite the sort of ominous nature it gave off. As tough as he assumed it was, if they could take it down, they just might be different enough to make a change...

Grunting, he halted by the door on the side of caution, making sure no robots were patrolling before dashing out of the lounge.

As he went, he ran, he hid, he dodged, he destroyed, he survived.

Rushing down some stairs, he ducked behind a wall as he heard the ding of an elevator he set up. His breathing was low as a few of the robots he saw took notice of this... and when they were inside... Jonas smashed the button and kept running. The doors slowly closed as he went past and thankfully, they didn't' react to it on time...

Perfect... while some of the exits were blocked off, he did his damndest to stay hidden or take out any robots as silently as possible since the area was littered with very few nomads and was mostly occupied by this mechanical adversaries.

... and just as he ducked into a stand, things went from better to worse.

In the midst of a second, a huge explosion happened some distance away, followed by another one near by. Jonas' hiding spot was fleeting as he made a run for it, avoiding being crushed by the debris and rubble that followed. The other nomads and robots... they were less fortunate, becoming trapped and crushed by the arena.

They didn't matter, he had to keep going. He just couldn't stop for anyone, no matter what. Shoving robots and civilians alike, Jonas made his way through the panicked crowd as they either got lucky, got shot, or got crushed. Stopping a few feet, Jonas saw as a civilian and nomad were crushed right before his very eyes, only making out a few limbs that made it out alive...

He was relatively unfazed by this as he heard the screams and smelled the blood, jumping over the metal and concrete and launched himself from the top of it, kicking down a robot to secure a somewhat uncomfy landing.

After running around for the past few minutes, he finally saw what looked to be the exit with a few people dashing out to safety. Great.

As he looked outside, he felt someone bump into his sides. They didn't matter. None of this mattered. What mattered was that he was still alive and kicking. The adrenaline in his veins slowly came to a steady halt, and his own breathing returned to normal as he positioned himself to leave. Adjusting his collar, Jonas adorned himself with the same look he always wore - affable and composed.

Just as he was leaving, he took note of a couple near the exit, one of which whose leg was caught (more like crushed) under some rubble. The babbling was obvious, comparable to a b-rated movies drama. Jonas saw as the remaining roof above them was ready to crumble.

Anyone could of saved them... but they were just a face in the crowd, just as he. Just like the others he met and fought. They might of stuck out, but still, he could of just passed people like Otsana, Brenda, and Klara by, not even batting an eye...

While he was paused, he watched, and left. Left the sobbing couple to themselves, left the crumbling stadium to its demise. What only mattered now was himself, his clones, and his group... if they lived.

... and right on cue, two of them popped out from the crowd, silent as ever, their faces easily comparable to stone. Good. He could no longer feel the ninja's ki, nor his third remaining clone at this distance, but that was a relief... holding a palm to the temple of his head, he stared at the other buildings encompassing the arena, albeit at a distance. A few cars were struggling to clear the crowd as he continued to go with the flow, staring at the collapsing monument...

... and within seconds, it was reduced to nothing but rubbish... concrete, metal, glass, scattered amongst the flames.

Studying the area, he focused, calmly honing his ki as he did his best to avoid the "white noise" of the crowd and their ki... both of his clones guarded him closely as he leaned on the wall, squinting his eyes as if to discover something useful amongst the rubble... until finally found their presence. Otsana, Brenda, and Klara. Letting out a breath of fresh air, he was glad to discover that this landscape didn't become their tomb as he pushed himself off the wall.

Putting on his smile, Jonas took one step forward as he began fighting against the ebb and flow of the crowd once again.
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Margot let the other fighter take Brown, gingerly transferring the injured girl. "I wish you luck." As soon as Brown left her arms, she remembered something that made her body physically lurch. "Shit, where's Brooke?" She spun on her heel and ran towards the collapsed stadium, pushing her way past the crowd of first responders, reporters, gawkers, and walking wounded. Nobody tried to stop her in the confusion of the stadium collapse; it seemed that every ambulance in the city had converged on the stadium. She also kicked herself for leaving Duncan back there too, though enough of the building was standing that she could convince herself that there was still hope.

Suddenly, a large piece of stone was lifted up, followed by some strained groans. There was a person underneath the stone, but obscured by the massive shadow cast by the rock. The person shook for a moment, before they threw the rock away.

There were some screams in the distance.

The person took a few steps forward, hunched, before she raised her head and looked up.

"... Maaaargot..." Brooke said, slurred as she tried to drag her feet. "Aren't chu' a sight for sore eyes?"

"Brooke," She ran over to her, and offered a hand in support. "I'm so glad you're alive." She cleared her throat, calming herself down a bit. "Come on, let's get you a place to sit down." She tried to guide her away from the rubble, eyes sccanning for a place to let her rest.

"It's cool," Brooke said, as she grabbed onto her other arm. "I'm a Vanburen... we don't break easily...." She looked back at the destroyed Stadium.

"As you can see."

Though, she took a few more steps forward and had to sit down on the pile of rocks that was the stadium. "That doesn't happen a lot, does it?" She nudged her head back in the direction of the rubble.

"No, this is a first for me." She knelt down next to her, the two an odd center of stillness in the chaos. "It looks like the tournament was attacked. What happened to you back there?"

"Well..." Broke looked to the side... wondering if she should be truthful or not. "... I was attacked by a robot, and the whole arena came down around me. Fortunately, I have the Vanburen ultimate technique to save me."

In actuality, Brooke was looking for the prize money, and stuck around too long.

Margot let out a sigh. "Yeah sounds about right. I was trying to find you when I got sucked into a fight with a giant robot. Quite literally. It had this vortex thing. Either way me and a few others helped take it down."

"Heh... sounds like it was more fun than what I was doing," Brooke said with a shake of her head. "Well..."

Brooke pushed herself to her feet, grasping her injured arm. She walked past Margot, then looked back.

"... I think it's time we got a move on, yeah? This place is killin' my good vibes."

Margot got to her feet, dusting herself off. She caught up with Brooke easily. "I could not agree more."




So, after leaving the wreckage of the stadium to MAVERICK, and emergency crews, the two fighters regrouped somewhere more scenic. After getting a change of clothes so they'd be less conspicuous, of course. Brooke was wearing jeans and a t-shirt as she sipped some soda as she sat at the table of this restaurant. Some tourist trap kind of place that sells Brazilian food to stupid American tourists so they can go home and brag about eating authentic Brazilian. She leaned back in the chair as she looked at Margot.

Though her attention was shifted from Margot, over to the television screen. So was everyone's. It was a news report.

"This is Molly Schuler, and tragedy has struck at the Brazilian Fighting cup in Rio!" Molly started off. "Right when the first match begun, a horde of machines, descended upon the stadium, and caused a massacre. Destroying a majority of the stadium, along with the death of many civilians."

Molly cleared her throat as she continued.

"Brave MAVERICK soldiers fought bravely to ensure the contestants, and survivors get to safety, but it seems an explosive went off in the building." Molly started off. "Authorities are still looking for survivors."

She centered herself.

"MAVERICK is still investigating who is behind this attack, but it is believed to be either the work of the dreaded ZODIAC group..." Molly trailed off, as she pressed her earpiece, and turned to the side. "... We have received word that the two terrorists, Justin Haggar, and a woman who refers to herself as Seven, are the two behind the attack."

"These two are responsible for the destruction of MAVERICK headquarters, currently with a bounty of a trillion dollars," Molly started off. "Said bounty has doubled to two trillion dollars each. Seven is wanted strictly alive..."


"Two. Trillion. Dollars!" Brooke said, excited at the prospect of money. "Oh my God, Blue! Imagine what we can do with it!"

Margot barely kept herself from dropping her food at that number. "Where would they even get that much money?" She wiped her face off with a napkin as she pulled out her phone, quickly lookiing them up. "Damn, looks like they attacked the MAVERICK HQ a while back. No wonder they have a huge bullseye on their backs."

"I'm wondering how they get around with all that moolah on them!" Brooke fixated on the money. "But, uh... where do we even start? Ha."

"They must travel in disguise for the most part, and there are always ways to get around without being noticed. But something doesnt sit right with me." Margot tapped away at her phone. "Four trillion dollars is over 20% of the GDP of the USA."

"So, you're saying it's fake or something...?" Brooke asked.

"The same number's being reported across several news outlets, so I think it is the actual offered bounty." She tapped on the counter a bit as she thought. "With a number that big, there's going to be a lot of people gunning for them, but I also suspsect that if they have lasted this long they know how to hide. What I don't get is how the robots are linked to them. Why show up in person to the event you were going to attack with robots?" She showed Brooke the bracket from earlier, and pointed to Justin's fight with Jeremy.

"Maybe, uh..." Brooke trailed off as she gave it a little bit of thought. Spinning her cup of soda around in her hand. "To mark your targets?" She shrugged.

"I'm unfamiliar with super-terrorism, sorry."

Margot shrugged and drank some of her own drink. "I imagine that this is the early 'trying to get things to air' reporting. They''ll probably have to release a statement saying they screwed up and the bounty is like two million apeice. Heck maybe it'll come out that they were working with ZODIAC." She smirked to herself. "I just remembered my mask recorded that entire robot fight. That'll be fun to send out later. I'm a little annoyed they made it sound like the MAVERICK soldiers were there. I only saw one. How about you?" She snapped her fingers. "Oh, and how did your fight go?"

"Well, it really doesn't make MAVERICK sound good if they got stood up by a ragtag bunch of misfits!" Brooke laughed as she downed the rest of her soda. She almost coked on it, and had to pause for a moment, before she prepared herself. She had a good answer to Margot's other questions. "I didn't see not one MAVERICKS there."

She laughed.

"I was fighting with this crazy North Korean broad before the robots attack... why does it feel like everyone has some kind of fireball, or dumb shit? But, she seemed... slow? Sluggish. Something like that."

Margot chuckled. "Well it makes sense to do it if you can. Ranged ki attacks. There was a woman fighting the robot that just used guns. Aside from the one MAVERICK soldier, I mean." She finished off her drink. "I really don't have a technique like that myself, if that makes you feel better." She subconsciously pulled her bag closer to her under the table. "So, do you have any idea what you are going to do next?"

"Well, honestly," Brooke shrugged as she slouched back in her chair. "Not really... I just wanted some cash before I move on to somewhere else."

Part of Brooke wondered if she should even bother. Every time she tried something, it ended in disaster! Brooke shook her head... then the idea hit her.

"Heeeeeeeeey," Brooke hopped up, full of spirit. "I just remembered something! Japan is hosting their own tournament a few weeks away!"

"I know, I was going to compete if possible. The Annual Japanese Championship." She put her half of the bill down on the table and stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I was hoping you would join so we can have a chance at a proper showdown."

"Might as well," Brooke shrugged. "Oh! Maybe in Japan, I'll find a good enough teacher!"

"Oh, well if you are going to find a sensei there are worse places to start than the Land of the Rising Sun. Maybe learn to throw a few fireballs yourself."

"Good!" Brooke said, "And I'll have a great travel buddy to accompany me!."

Margot couldn't help but chuckle. "A little quick to assume that I'd accompany you. But sure, I would love to travel with you. But, uh, how are you going to get there?"

She shrugged. "I'll ride a dinosaur there." She laughed.

"I think I'll stick to a plane. Which, I guess if you count the oil does quality as riding on a dinosaur..."

"But without the fun or excitement!" Brooke said... before their conversations were interrupted by two letters gracefully landing from the rooftops. "... What?"

Margot caught both of them in a swift motion. She flipped them over only to find both of their names on the envelopes. "I, uh, one is for you." Passing one to Brooke, looked up to see if she could see who had dropped them. It was already too late, whatever or whomever had dropped them had run off.

Brooke shrugged as she nonchalantly opened the letter.

I am Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

My father and I have been closely watching the tournament in Rio, and we are disappointed that you didn't get the chance to show them your strength. Both of your fights were rudely interrupted, and we don't find that satisfactory. Which is why we are inviting you to a private tournament hosted by my family. It will be in Hong Kong... arrive there for further instructions.


"Holy shit!" Brooke said as she looked at the letter. "Zhu Lee!" She said and completely butchered the pronunciation of her name.

"One of the best martial artists in the world. Wants. Me. In. Her. Tournament!" She was practically shaking in excitement.

"Congratulations Brooke. That's great to hear. Didn't realize she was so interested." She flipped open her own envelope and looked at the wax seal, carefully opening it to preserve it and the stationary. "Let's see if she extended the invitation to both of us." The letter was written in immaculate French, and she translated it as she read it out.

Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

My father and I have been closely watching the tournament in Rio, and I was very impressed with your opening fight. It was something out of the tales of old. We were also greatly anticipating your fight with Walter Duncan, and were greatly saddened by the events at the Stadium. We would like to extend an invitation to our private tournament we are hosting in Hong Kong. More information will be provided should you choose to attend.


Margot mumbled the rest of the contact information and date to show up by. "This looks legitimate. Big name attached to it, and we could even make it after the Japanese tournament."

Brooke smiled widely at Margot, teeth showing.

"Then what are we waiting for? There's whole new horizons just waiting for us!" Brooke said as she got up. "I can learn a fireball in Japan, and use it in the tournament."

Margot waved towards the street, grinning back. "Allons-y. Onwards towards glory and tomorrow." She looked back to the smoke still rising in the distance, her smile faltering a bit. "And away from this disaster."
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The scene outside the arena was so chaotic that few people took notice of the naga slithering up the outside stairs, weaving her way towards the upper observation deck. It was all going according to plan, she thought to herself with a wry smile as she knocked bodies aside, flesh and metal alike, on her way upwards. She recognized the ki of the doctor that fought the Jotunn, locked in combat with another nomad, no doubt greedily chasing after their precious prize money. In time one of them would win, and whoever left with the prize first...well, they weren't going to get to enjoy their money for long.

The crowds thinned as she neared the top, and by the time Vindani slithered onto the observation deck the area was abandoned. Amidst the chaos below, Vindani spotted the Doctor trading blows with his opponent, the ninja with the dual blades. Sliding her way up to the window to get a look, she pondered the both of them trading blows. Both of them were fast and agile, good with the blades and difficult to trap. As she analyzed their fighting styles, she guessed that she could take either of them down easily once they were weakened from the fight; it was only a matter of catching them. Luckily, while she herself was not a teleporter like they were, it was a shortcoming she was prepared to overcome. After all, what Collector would not have the items needed to chase down a ki user? Tilting her head slightly, she observed the doctor's clones gathering the prize money with bemusement. She couldn't tell which one had the Piece, otherwise she would have taken out the clone and vanished with the prize before the Doctor even noticed, but that didn't matter. It would be so much simpler to kill the original and sort through the ashes later.

As she started to ponder how best to kill each fighter, something moved behind her. Vindani only just got out of the way as another robot, painted black like a stereotypical ninja, struck from the shadows, missing her chest with his deadly blade by inches and slicing through her robes. Realizing a second too late where that blade struck, she watched with wide-eyed horror as the gemstone on a chain slipped out of her pocket, falling to the ground with a clatter, inches away from an opening in the booth where an errant attack had blasted open the wall overlooking the stands.

"Retrieve it!" she commanded, allowing the cobra to fall from her arms as she swung her tail around to knock the robot off balance. Reaching for the cobra as it picked up the gemstone in its mouth, the machine, assuming that the gem would have been an escape method, sprung a kunai from its arm an aimed it at the snake. It caught the energy serpent on the back of the head as it crawled along, pitching the snake, gemstone and all, right over the edge. Vindani threw herself to the ground to catch it, the snake's tail brushing past her fingertips as it fell into the arena below, just in time to notice that the doctor and his ninja opponent vanish from the arena.

"You.....IMBECILE!!!"

The ninja robot tried to leap out of the way but was caught again by Vindani's tail, wrapping around it like a thickly coiled rope as Vindani towered over the robot, teeth bared and eyes glowing with unbridled fury as the serpents rose up around her, ready to strike.

"Tell me, you inept machine..."
Vindani asked, icy venom dripping from her voice with every syllable. "Do you know what it's like to suffer?" She leaned in until she was inches away from the unblinking machine's face and whispered. "Let us find out..." She constricted her tail around the machine, wrapping herself tighter and tighter as the robot tried to struggle. Parts of it started to crack and deform as she squeezed, the lights behind the eyes flickering as the machine devolved into violent twitching, inky black oil leaking from every opening. Vindani smiled vindictively, imagining the scrunching of metal was a scream...

"Hey there you are, boss, I...whoah..." Katsuko skidded to a halt at the sight of her boss compressing a robot to death with a particularly cruel look on her face. "Uh...what are you doing, ma'am?" In response, Vindani pulled herself tighter and the robot gave a shuddering lurch and keeled over, leaking oil profusely from a gash in between its dead eyes.

"Teaching a lesson," Vindani sneered, contemptuously throwing the corpse of the machine out the remains of the window with a crash. "Damned machines...the humans and their invention have caused nothing but trouble."

"I don't know, I like the guns," Katsuko started before receiving a look from Vindani that said quite plainly that the kitsune would be the next one out the window if she didn't stop talking.

"The Piece has alluded me, for now," Vindani mused. "But perhaps this has not been a total loss..."

"What do you mean?"

"The doctor, Jonas...he is forming a group of Nomads," Vindani explained, her usual demeanor returning as she slid past a curious Katsuko. "And if he learns about the Piece and tries to hunt for more of them..."

"Ooh, I like the way you think boss..." Katsuko said, rubbing her hands together in excitement. "We keep tabs on 'em and have them do the work for us. Can I tail the wolf girl with all the big guns?"

"You will do what I tell you to do and nothing else," Vindani spat back, swinging in close as she spoke. "And right now the doctor's mutt is not your concern. The Jotunn is."

"The big girl made of ice? Klara Somethingorother?"

"Yes, her," Vindani clarified. "She did not win the prize as I expected because of this attack, but Klara is not a pawn I am willing to surrender to the Court this early, nor do I want her new friends to become aware of the Court. As for the Piece...the doctor can hold it for us until the next one is retrieved. When the time comes, it will be a simple matter to take it back."

"So it's back to the shadows then," Katsuko pondered. "Just like always, right boss?" Vindani simply smiled as the pair of them headed for the door, their forms changing again as they took on disguise.

"The Pieces are in view, Acolyte," Vindani said. "We return to shadows today...but in time, the light will be ours again."




"Bring me more!" Klara demanded with a triumphant laugh as she pitched another robot into a wall, smashing it to bits. "By Valhalla, I haven't had this much fun in ages!"

Indeed, she wasn't lying. Driven into the streets by the swarm of hostile robots like the rest of the crowd gathered for the tournament, Klara had responded by doing what she did best; fighting. Klara never had the experience of fighting swarms of opponents, preferring the honorable one on one fighting she had done with other Nomads, but she was quickly learning to adapt. There were not skilled enemies, and many of them barely came up past her shoulders, but through sheer numbers they were providing an enjoyably cathartic fight, making her feel like a viking warrior of old as she cleaved her way through them, leaving a trail of ice behind her from all her totems and ki abilities.

Sadly, whether because the invasion was dying down or the robots decided that taking her out wasn't worth the effort, the horde of robots began to thin as Klara kept thundering through their ranks. Finally, as Klara threw a larger robot into a wall and sent a totem smashing into it, she turned around to see the robots retreating away from her.

"Was that all you could muster?" Klara taunted the retreating machines, letting out a triumphant, hearty laugh. "Come on, maybe one of you will be the one to beat me!" This of course was highly unlikely. Sure she had a few scratches on her face from a lucky hit and she had fought so intensely that her jacket was damp with sweat and her whole body was beginning to ache, but it was incredibly obvious that she was far from outfought. Only slightly dismayed by the fact that her opponents weren't going to be swayed by that taunt, Klara took a moment to rest, tugging her coat off her shoulders as wisps of steam rose from her now bare arms.

"Alas, but it was a good fight," Klara remarked to no one in particular, stretching her neck as she walked. "And a well earned victory! Now to find the others..."

"A finer brawl, mine eyes have rarely seen..."

Klara paused, startled someone by the sudden voice ringing out; feminine, but with an odd buzzing tinge that made her uneasy. Turning on the spot, she looked around, trying to pinpoint who it belonged to.

"Uh, hello there," Klara greeted the unseen stranger curiously. "Have we met before?"

"We are naught but strangers, but perhaps we could be more."

Klara turned again and nearly jumped as she spotted the lone figure standing in the street before her. She was unremarkable, short for a human and wearing patchwork jeans and a plain blue hoodie, the hood pulled over her low-hanging head so she couldn't see her face.

"Pardon, the spell has lost its luster. I do not wish to alarm..." The girl fidgeted and something dropped from her sleeve. As it fell, Klara caught a glimpse of a shining gem as it turned dull in midair, fragmenting as it hit the ground.

"What spell?" Klara demanded, unnerved by the odd girl's behavior. "Who exactly are you, friend?"

"Friend?" she repeated, still appearing to fidget on the spot. Klara wasn't sure, but it looked like she was getting a little taller with each jerking movement. "You are trusting. Could you be her..."

"What do you mean?"

"I...was told to find the Jotunn," the mysterious girl stammered out, doubling over as the fidgeting grew worse. Suddenly crying out in pain, Klara heard something creaking in the girl's body as she finally raised her head to look at her. Klara recoiled in shock and broke into her fighting stance. Those eyes...they were not human.

"Is...that a dagger I see before me?"

The girl unleashed a battle cry and lunged at the ice giantess, insectoid wings bursting from her back.
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One slash of his blade, and the clone was destroyed in one swing of Jaden's katana. But, yet. No money. A few of the others had money, but they were few and in between. Jaden rolled his eyes as he put his katana away.

Looked like Mr. Raldo got burned.

But... no matter. Paper comes to Jaden one way or another, baby! He just needed to be patient. He did the pose, and focused. Before he teleported away from the stupidity of the tournament. Even though it didn't go as planned...

... At least Jaden didn't get eliminated.




On the outskirts of Rio, Jaden sat on gigantic and fabulous motorcycle that had bag upon bag on the back of it. He was carefully observing some bounty posters.

"Oh..." Jaden said to himself.

JUSTIN HAGGAR: WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE.

77: WANTED ALIVE.

ONE TRILLION DOLLAR BOUNTY!


"Oooooh, boy!" Jaden said as he recognized the two on the poster. The same two people he helped the night he arrived in Rio for the tournament. Damn, it made the tournament winnings look like pocket change. Jaden should had kept his ear to the bounties, rather than the tournament! He threw the two bounty posters int the wind, and cut them both in hand with one swing of his blade.

But, there was one more bounty poster to look at...

JONAS LANGER. WANTED ALIVE ONLY. ONE TRILLION DOLLARS!


"More like Jonas Fagner..." It was the piece of shit motherfucker that robbed Jaden of the prize money! Maybe Jaden should had went for him, and got that sexy trillion! Well, Jaden was just ignorant. He was a bounty hunter to his core, baby! Killing other jackasses for money and fame was the way Jaden lived his life! He threw the bounty poster up into the air, and stabbed Jonas right through his big stupid face as he laughed like a maniac.

Until a letter literally fell onto his lap. "The fuck?" Jaden asked as he looked around. He couldn't sense a ki-signature. Did they use a goddamn robot or something? Well, might as well open up the letter and see what's inside. It better not be a summon for another Child Support Hearing.

Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

I've heard great things from her, being the best student under the late Sensei Hirokazu, and me and my father wished to see your training in action. We are willing to give you another chance at fame and success at our tournament in Hong Kong. Simply arrive and you'll receive further instruction.


Jaden read it closely, before raising an eyebrow.

"... The fuck?" Jaden knew Xue Lei very well - you'd had to be underneath a rock not to! - but something didn't seem right about this. It just screamed, too good to be true for our little Ninja Superstar. "It's an obvious trap."

Jaden said to himself as he discarded the letter. He quickly started his motorcycle.

"Besides..." Jaden hit the pedal as he sped off. "... Soon, I'll be hosting my own tournaments!"



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When Askin came to, he wondered if he'd been abducted. The walls were cracked and stained, and looked like they could use a long nap. A too-small window overhead let in some starved, white-yellow light. If someone told you to imagine a hostage, tied up and bloody, you would imagine that hostage inside this room. Where's the money? a sleek, villainous thug might ask, sleeves rolled up. Go to hell, a defiant hostage might spit. You could practically hear the sound of a hero getting the air punched out of them.

That was when Askin realized this was ridiculous, and, slowly, the memories came leaking back in, one by one. Robots attacking, nomads defending, Brown on the verge of death, there was an angel there too, wasn't there? and all the bombs going off at once—the last thing he remembered was dozing peacefully on Otsana's warm shoulder, and the snatches of words that filtered through the exhaustion:

"..."I just wonder where the rest of MAVERICK was..." and "...stop whoever did this before it happens again... That's right. It had been them, the nomads, them alone fighting off the onslaught. Askin wondered if he and the others might get a reward.

...Well we just got through a horrible terrorist attack, so there's that..." This was Otsana's voice, he thought. 'Terrorist attack.' He hadn't thought of it like that. Terrorists for who? What sort of statement do you make attacking a bunch of brawling superheroes?

..."We need to find this girl a doctor, quick." Familiar, but Askin couldn't put a name to it. He remembered Brown, unconscious and broken. Then, one last voice, this one accompanied with a clear face in Askin's head, dark and serious: "I'll take her off your hands. We have a damned good doctor."

Askin looked to his left. In the bed next to him, a catheter connecting her wrist to a clear bag of fluids, was Brown, apparently alive. Must've been one damn good doctor, he thought. Behind her, in a plush, defeated-looking armchair, was the woman who had just sprung to mind, her voice the last thing he could remember hearing before passing out. I still don't know her name, do I?

"Morning," Askin said.

Sounds came in from a nearby street, children laughing, adults swearing, honking horns, but it was all muffled, like they were filtered in from another universe. Askin could almost hear the sound of Brown's breathing. Now, on second glance, that white-yellow light looked peaceful and warm. Askin thought about taking the moment to ask the other woman's name, but decided against it. Speaking suddenly seemed like a lot of effort. He folded his hands and settled into a patient, dozing silence. That felt more natural.

Brown lay splayed out on a cheap folding table not far from where Askin had been set down. The pale skinned girl had been stripped down to her undergarments but the new coverings made it clear why. White strips of gauze encircled her rib cage and back, hiding plate sized bruises where spinal disks had been popped back into place and snapped muscles reconnected. Her arms and legs were barely visible beneath the lengths of reddened bandaging left to soak up the blood from her burst blood vessels and dislocated bones that had penetrated her skin. Plastic rings with short lengths of wood rounded her hands like crude jewelery as several of her fingers were put into splints.

Countless other patches, band aids, and other medical cures seemed to dot ever square inch of her exposed body from the top of her head all the way to her feet and toes. So much covered her that she was no longer naked as if her very wounds had replaced her clothing.

For a time the girl didn't move. Her breathing barely audible as she lay, eyelids shifting under what seemed like a peaceful slumber. Occasionally a small, mumbled utterance would escape her lip like "Birthday", and "Presents", and "Momma" and "Papa". Despite her state of her body a weak smile rested on her lips as she slept.

Then her eyes began to flutter, her lips twisted downwards and she began to squirm. The abused muscles and bones of her body screamed out, pulling Brown from her sleep.

"Ghuahh..." Her eyes slowly opened and Brown grimacing hard as dozens of sharp points of pain and the foggy comfort of medicinal grade pain killers hit her.

Gritting her teeth she leaned upwards, bracing the palms of her hands against the table as the bones in her back and the muscles in her limbs aching unresponsively. After a few moments she managed to lean upwards into a sitting position and looked down at herself.

"I'm alive." Brown said, her voice weak and her enthusiasm muted. Experimentally she began to move her limbs and flex her body on the table, wincing as she was met with nasty pulls and shooting pains.

"This is the first time I've ever done two Full Releases in a row." Brown seemed to speak her mind, eyes unfocused as the painkillers clouded her thoughts. "Just one is enough to break me, but never to the point I couldn't mend by injuries and break things back into place. This time though it seems bad, badder then normal. So how did I do this? Or...did someone else do it? Who would help me?"

Brown grasped the sides of her hand, or at least tried before her broken fingers made it clear that wasn't happening. She closed her eyes and focused, trying desperately to remember.

A giant machine.

A painful blow.

The sudden loss of pain.

Blistering anger.

Mechanical screaming followed by the satisfying crushing of steel...

The girl's eyes snapped open in remembrance. The stadium, the missed tournament, the thugs, Brenda, Mr. Doctor, Wolf Lady, the Not-Genie, bombs, and robots.

Blinking Brown looked as her drug addled mind finally recognized she wasn't where she last remembered being.

"Where-where am I?"

"Not dead," said Askin, "Which is a relief, believe me. You had it almost as rough as the robot."

"Ro-bot? What happened to it?" Brown's eyes narrowed at the recollection. She remembered the weight and strain of swinging the robot's leg as she fell through the air, but what happened when she hit remained fuzzy in her mind. As soon as she hit the ground all she recalled was pain and a loss of vision...

"... Everyone teamed up, and trashed it," Brenda walked in with her gruff voice, and crossed her arms and leaned up against the wall. "I gotta say... if it wasn't for you, we would have been blown to bits in that stadium."

"R-really?" Brown turned her head, the tendons in her neck feeling like melted rubber bands as she looked to Brenda. A look crossed Brown's face, one of suspicion and disbelief. It was as if she'd been told she had won the lottery or that cakes really did rain from the sky and she was simply never around to see it. Seeing Brenda's face and hearing the tone in her voice however withered Brown's disbelief.

Her eyes seemed to go wide and she looked back into her lap, at her own battered hands.

"I-I really helped everyone? I managed to beat that robot enough that it got destroyed?" Brown's voice became low, her wording uncertain as if she was totally unfamiliar with the line of thought presented to her. A subtle look of fear crept across the injured girl's face as she wondered if she was simply sitting in a dream and lying dead back at the stadium...

"Beat is a bit too gentle-sounding," said Askin, splaying his hands and miming a little cartoon explosion with his mouth. "Boosh. I mean, damn, you almost felt bad for the thing." He laughed a little. "What do you think? Should we send it's owner a condolence letter? Maybe a wine bottle? It's a relief you're on our side, Brown, that's the truth."

"And just as much as y'beat that mechanical monstrosity, you gotten beaten down hard as well," Jonas stifled a yawn, stretching as he entered into the motel room. He was half-dressed, missing his undershirt as he walked in with his usually duds, save for his green undershirt. Flicking a finger towards Brown, Jonas shook his head as he stepped forward.

"And you shouldn't be moving that much, y'still need time to recover, missy," Jonas snapped at the young girl. Jonas headed over to her bedside and looked over the young lady, putting a hand on his hip. "... so settle down and get comfy as it's gonna take you six more days to fully recover." As the doctor looked her over, he noticed a small tear as it crept down her face.

For someone so childlike in regards to destroying things, she seemed to be... scared. It just baffled the doctor as he rubbed the back of his neck. Mosquito tit's might of not been a kid, but still... ugh.

"Look, whatever happened back there is over... those robot's ain't comin' to get you, alright? Just get lotsa' rest and I'll be sure t'treat ya to a lollipop when you've fully recovered, alright?" Jonas gave the girl a huge smile as he gingerly put his hand on her head.

Askin's comment brought a brief smirk to Brown's face but Jonas's words killed that bit of happiness quickly. She didn't look to the doctor as he entered the room and just continued staring down at her broken, battered hands.

He was right. Even though she had beaten that robot, she had been beaten as well. Her best move. Her absolutely best effort still left her the loser...even when she won.

Biting back the pain and a new found sense of failure Brown's eyes were beginning to war when the mention of a lolipop reached her ears. Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights and she looked to Jonas so quickly the bones in her neck seemed to threaten to pop out of place again "Really?!? Yaaa-"

The girl's cheerful cry was cut short as she sharply coughed, flecks of blood and spittle finding their way onto the table and her bandages. Brown was sure she would be able to recover sooner then Jonas predicted...but resting for a week sounded nice.

Leaning back Brown laid back down on the table.

Brenda shook her head. That Jonas, he was underselling Brown. Still, just because she's useful in a fight... Brenda narrowed her eyes at Brown briefly. It definitely doesn't mean there wasn't something wrong with her. For now, Brenda was going to ease up for a little while. They had too much work ahead of them....

"So, the so-called damned good doctor, right?" Askin asked the half-dressed man. One of the others had mentioned his name earlier, but it slipped his mind now.

Jonas kept his... smile up as the woman acted like she saw Santa Claus for the first, Jonas gestured to her to lie down and asked her to "calm down," all that jazz... ugh, maybe encouraging her was a bad idea? That could of set her back an hour or two. Rubbing the back of his neck, he helped Brown lie down, gingerly placing his hand onto her back, slowly lowering her down.

He breathed a sigh of relief once she was fully down, putting a hand onto his hip, shaking his head.

Now, to address the midget.

Pivoting to face the boy who was adjacent to Brown, Jonas took a few steps forward, bobbing his head up and down like a buoy. "Iiiii guess you could say that, Frodo," Jonas spoke with some fervor in his voice, scratching his chin. Now this boy was an interesting one...

"... to be frank, I wasted my time with you, takin' a lot into consideration..." Jonas tilted his head, taking a deep breath as he focused solely on Askin, sensing his ki reserves... and the lamp.

"If I took th' whole groups ki an' combined it int' one, we would barely be able to equal you in that sense," Jonas spoke, opening his eyes as he put a hand to his temple. Honestly, he thought both himself and Klara, for some odd reason, had a whole lotta' ki in them... but holy hell, this kid had a lot of it.

"... and 'long with that, y'seem to have some sorta' symbiosis with this here lamp over here," Jonas jabbed his index finger at the lamp Askin had, sitting on the nightstand. "And like California's problems with wildfire, you healed really, really friggin' fast."

"I eat a lot of kale," said Askin. "High in fiber."

Jonas crossed his his arms and pressed his hand against his chin. "Hmn, makes me wond-"

"So," Brenda trailed off as she stepped off the wall, and looked at Jonas. "I think we should plan our next move soon as possible."

"Oooh. A plan sounds neat. What are you, um, we doing now? Are we gonna find and beat up more of those robots, or are we going to do something else?" Brown smiled cheerfully, but a degree of uncertainty crept into her voice. Was she part of the group they had now? Were they...her friends?

... right. They all had their own goals. Jonas to his... revenge, Otsana being a merc, Brenda seeking her brother, Klara with her fighting, Brown with her... something, and... Askin, was it? Honestly he had no clue what their deal was, but he was going to find out during this meeting.

"Agreed; lotsa things t'be discussed; we'll get t'it soon Brown, patience," Jonas calmly spoke, raising his hand up and begun using the other to flick each task off. "First, I gotta get everyone's pay ready, make sure we have our goals straight, searchin' for things t'do until Brown fully recovers, and some mercenary work that takes us around the globe."

His right hand displayed four of his fingers in the upright position as the doctor eyed his partner.

"Don't forget my lolipop, please" Brown called trying and failing to raise an arm. Not realizing that 'everyone' getting paid included her.

"... alright then Brenda, you keep'n eye on these two, and I'll try'n find Otsana..." Jonas cracked his neck, stretching his arms as his head moved from one side to the other as he walked towards the door of the shabby motel.

"Yeah, yeah, boss," Brenda kept her arms crossed and stayed leaned up against the wall. She phased out the droning conversation that the two kids were having, and focused on the things that happened at the arena.

The air hung heavy in the dirty room once it was only Brown and Askin occupying it. Brown did her best to try and rest, but she couldn't sleep. Couldn't even close her eyes. It wasn't the pain or the drugs that were the issue, though they certainly added to it. No a question weighed on her mind and the unpleasant bitterness of her dream loomed over her. Turning her head she stared over to the other table where Askin lay, staring peacefully out the window, and after a few moments of thought, she spoke.

"Did you...did you do something to me back at that stadium?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, what was that, Brown? I, uh, I thought I saw a bird outside. I've always liked birds."

"At the stadium." Brown said, her voice suddenly growing firm. "After I used Full Release and got smashed away by the robot, my injuries healed. I didn't do that and while I'm glad it gave me a second chance, it's been bugging me. Did you have anything to do with that?"

"That was me, yep. You were in a bad spot, so I took away your injuries, bottled them up for as long as I could." He dug through his clothes, bundled up in a small heap at the foot of his bed. From some hidden pocket, he produced a tiny gold bottle, smaller than a thumbnail, which Askin admired in the morning sunlight. "Some things stay bottled for a long, long time. Injuries are harder, not so easy to hold in, not for long. But hell if you didn't make the most of it."

"Why did you do it?" Brown stared at him, trying to look Askin in the eyes even though her head wouldn't entirely cooperate with her desire.

"Couldn't just leave you there, could I? I'm not so great at playing hero, but injuries, sure, I can help with that."

The only reason I won was because of you." The bandaged girl laying on the table spoke in a flat tone yet her eyes had narrowed into slits. "Because of you I got to use Full Release for a second time, without it I would have lost. There was a second there I thought I had actually accomplished something for once..."

Brown's voice grew bitter and she looked away from Askin, or as much as she could given her condition.

"Thank you for healing me. But don't ever interfere with another one of my fights again. Or I'll make you suffer beyond words."

I guess it's that kind of bull-headedness that lets you rip legs off giants, Askin thought. And Brown had looked so peaceful, just earlier. Again, Askin found he didn't know quite how to feel about her. Violent and crude and uncertain, and good at keeping an arm out if anyone came close. "Well," Askin said, "No promises. I have a high pain tolerance anyways." Among the many heroic things Askin was never quite good at, motivational speeches were high on the list. He thought of a handful of phrases, with catchy little bits inside: not like you, and no one else, and accomplishment, and hero. They all died, somewhere between his throat and his mouth. He had to say something though, right? "You know," Askin told Brown. "I never got to be the hero. Not like you. Knocking out a giant robot, bare handed—that's an accomplishment if I ever saw one."

Before Brown could respond, there was a commotion at the front of the house as the door was was literally kicked open. Everyone there turned to see Otsana and Jonas standing in the doorway, a barely concious Klara carried between the two. "Careful, she's already in pretty bad shape ," Otsana called out, and she certainly wasn't kidding. The ice giantess looked like she had been mauled by an especially large bear, which for someone her size was saying something. Her clothing and hair were disheveled and mottled, her arms were flecked with gashes and cuts that looked frosted over, and her coat, sopping wet, had been tied around her chest to stifle what had to have been a deep chest wound.

Jonas scoured the room, trying to decide whether or not to coat the only other available bed with blood, or get her a seat... and honestly, having her sit up was probably not the best idea. "Put 'er on the bed," Jonas jutted his chin out, gesturing her towards the mattress."Room-service can clean up the sheets once we're done here."

"... They ain't gonna be happy, though," Brenda said as she remembered the ice giant from when she met them after her fights. Funny how quickly she got wrapped up in all this nonsense. She went from boxing in an arena, to joining a despot and his band of misfits. How funny.

Otsana looked around the room, barely saying a word to Brenda as she moved the giant over to the bed. "Certainly going to have to tip them well for this," she muttered, "Klara, you need anything?"

"Anything cold...would be helpful..." Klara said weakly, hanging her head over her chest as she moved to sit up. "Glad you...found me. Was afraid... I would miss fighting more of those...machines." The ice giantess chuckled, her usually joviality hidden behind her injured state.

"Alright, something cold, something cold..." Standing up, she looked around the room, and spotted the ice bucket. She grabbed it, only to grumble as she saw it was empty. "Hold tight, I'll be right back with ice." She sprinted down the hallway, returning a minute later with a full bucket of ice in a plastic bag.

"By the Gods, thank you," Klara said, eagerly accepting the ice and placing it over her chest with a sigh of relief. "Ahhh....I am feeling better already...thank you again." Feeling her strength returning, Klara propped herself a little higher on the bed and brushed her hair past her ears, revealing another unpleasant gash just under her right eye.

Askin didn't know what he was expecting, but the seven plus foot tall titan who must've just walked out of a warzone was definitely low on the list. She had taken a seat on the empty bed to his right, which somehow survived the weight. Askin gave a small wave of hello.

Otsana winced at the sight, moving to give Jonas room to work. "Glad we found you when we did. What happened to you back there?"

"I wish I knew. I was out fighting those metal monstrosities when this woman approached me. She said something about daggers and attacked me." Klara grunted slightly as she adjusted her position, trying to recall the details of the fight. [color=00aeef"It was very strange. One of the best fights I ever had, but she was definitely a dangerous opponent once she sprouted wings..."[/color]

The mercenary grumbled, trying to think of anyone that matched that description. "Dang, they gave you a good thrashing too. Glad you got away with your life, from the looks of it."

"Just attacked? For no reason?" Brenda said to herself as she tried to make sense out of it. She wondered if Klara was telling the full story. Who knows, maybe she owes someone some money, or picked the wrong fight. That was the reason behind half the fights here in good ol' Brazil.

"I've examined Klara, and so far none of her vitals have been hit," the doctor sighed a breath of relief, taking an even closer look at the Jotuun's gash under her eye. He hummed a little, looking it over for a few seconds before checking her ki levels. They were at very similar levels to his, and despite the wounds. Strangely, he didn't feel a heightened amount of ki in the certain areas where she had been struck.

"Alright, I jus' need to disinfect the wounds, wrap them up, and wait for her to recover," Jonas said as he began digging into his bag to procure some rubbing alcohol and gauze. "I will say it'll take a while for ya to recover... or at least a day or so with those levels of ki... unless...

"No need, Doctor," Klara said with another laugh, sounding more and more like her usual self. "Jotunn heal slowly, but we heal best on our own. See how the wounds frost over?" Klara pointed out a gash on her arm that had started to freeze up. "I think I may be unable to fight for a few days, depending on whatever that insectoid assassin did, but I will be healed and ready to fight soon enough. Thank you for offering to help though, Doctor." Klara smirked before leaning back down on the bed. "Perhaps when we finish our fight I may go easy on you!"

Jonas blankly stared at the frost giant, frowning as he raised one of his eyebrows. Slowly, but surely, he let go of the rubbing alcohol, letting it fall back into place amongst the mess of needles and other instruments. "... honestly, I would jus' ignore a patient if they said that... but considerin' I don't know much about Jotuun physiology, I'll trust you on that matter," the doctor said, sighing as he eyed one of the wounds constantly.

"So, other than a future investment into pesticides and me actually trying to beat y'Klara, lets move onto th' meeting."

Otsana cleared her throat and nodded. "Well, I think I found our next job." She pulled out a tablet, and brought up a classified advertisement. "So, I was perusing some of my contacts when I found this. Turns out there's a town in Germany that's been attacked by robots several times in the last few weeks. Nothing as big as here, but the pictures look very similar to what we dealt with. The local government's been trying to track them down, but they've put out a contract to whoever can stop the attacks."

Our next job. Was Askin included in that our? None of the others seemed to say otherwise. It seemed strange to be suddenly throwing in his lot with a band of strangers, Askin could find no compelling reason to do anything different. And I guess I do owe Otsana a solid one.

"Is there anything the robots are trying to accomplish? Askin asked. "Are they stealing anything from the town, going after natural resources, or is it just random violence?"

Then, after a second of thought, he added, "Also, so sorry, but would anyone object to going back a few half-steps? I don't actually know what's going on, and I think I only know about half of your names. Ah, let me think: Otsana—thanks again for carrying me, by the way, you're a real blessing—Brown, woman of the hour—Klara, right? Has anyone ever told you you're very tall?—and, uh, sorry, that's all I got."

"You seem to be quite observant," Klara chuckled.

"It's my winning quality. Though, most people are pretty tall from down here."

"Brenda," She told the boy her name. "Andrade."

She crossed her arms at Askin, before saying, "We're a group of Nomads trying to accomplish... whatever. I know as much as you do, really." She shrugged. "Either way... either you're out or you're in. Now's a good time to make the decision whether or not you're sticking with us."

"You must be fine warriors to be associated with one another," Klara announced. "After that attack yesterday, I can think of no one better to call my allies!"

Brenda was caught off guard by how jovial the woman was. She didn't know whether or not to be flattered, or worried. Either way, she's with an ally - and after what happened at the stadium, she was going to need allies. "Yeah, I have to say the same." Brenda said.

"I'm liking THE positivity," Askin said, beaming at Brenda and Klara. "Sure, I'm with you."

"Please, yer jus' flattering us, Jonas chuckled a little as he eyed the large woman, crossing his arms as he gave her another look over. "... but even so, I would honestly be damned if anyone would call y'all less than competent. They did manage to take down that giant ass mech he saw, via working together from what he sensed and saw... they would go far... hopefully.

"That's...good to hear, I suppose?" Klara said with a faint smile, unsure what exactly to make of the doctor's statement before returning her focus to the wolf girl again. "So, you mentioned something about these robots, yes? Have they been attacking people like they did here or something else?"

"So far they haven't been targeting people outright, though they don't seem to be avoiding them either. Mainly they are stealing things like food and fuel before running back into the mountains. The Alps being what they are, nobody's really sure where they go." She flicked through some of the images on the posting, showing semi trucks torn open like paper, and charred wrecks of police cruisers. Her ears flattened agianst her head as she skipped a few of the more grisly pictures. "It's becoming a major detriment to the area, when you have to worry about robots just taking all your stuff. They want them cleared out before the ski-season starts."

"So we fInd the source of th' problem, nip it at the bud, get paid. Essentially search and destroy as an ol' friend of mine put it." Simple missions like these always seemed to have a catch... and from the way she described it...

"... nice job on findin' out about this Otsana, we'll take the mission." Jonas walked over and leaned on a wall, setting both of his hands onto the top of his head. "An' maybe once this is all over, we could go skiing ourselves" Jonas mused, chuckling a little to himself.

"Sounds like an easy job for us." Brenda said. "But, we shouldn't get cocky... we don't know all the details here."

"They must be taking the supplies somewhere." said Askin. "We could end up in the lap of whoever attacked the arena."

"Maybe, maybe not, but speakin' of th' arena, I need t'get everyone's share of the prize distributed," Jonas showed of a toothy smile at most of the goods he stole. The doctor also recalled something else he nabbed in the process as he stuck his hand into the needle infested bag.

"Aaaand I managed to grab what I presume is th' trophy, " Jonas popped the weird item out of his bag. Honestly, it made him ponder if this belonged to some ancient puzzle piece or something, because it looked like nothing he had seen before. "I dunno how ya do things In Brazil Brenda, but this looks more like it would fit better In a museum, " Jonas hummed, showing the different angles of the piece, humming a little as he studied the item.

"... so, you guys know anyone we could pawn this off to? A little extra cash wouldn't hurt."

Brenda leaned over, and gave it a look with a raised eyebrow. "... Yeah, that doesn't look Brazilian at all." She looked at the woman engraved on it. "Looks like something European? I don't got a clue."

"Looks old and valuable. Surprised they didnt mention that as part of the pot."

"Pawn?" Klara interjected. "You mean to sell? It does not even look like you have all of it."

"Eh, if it gets us money, boss," Brenda shrugged. "I'd rather not carry around old junk longer than we have to."

"Can any of us can sense ki, or magic? If anything's magic, then that thing is," said Askin, subconsciously wrapping his fingers around the lamp nestled on the side of his bed. "Might want to check it out, sixth sense-wise."

"Well, for starters, I have no friggin' idea, second we might as well try to liquidize it, and third, I'm way ahead of ya on that Askin," Jonas took in a breath of fresh air, scratching the side of his neck. "I got nothin' off of it, even as I was taking the money," Jonas shrugged, shaking his head.

Take? So he stole it? Askin thought. Oh, well, I'm sure he had a reason. It was hard to feel too negative with Klara positively radiating confidence and positivity on the bed beside him.

"Doctor, do you think I could get a look at it?" the ice giantess asked suddenly. "Sure, knock yourself out, " Jonas said, holdIng it out to the bed ridden giant. Taking the odd piece from the doctor, she turned it around slowly, running her fingers across the engravings on the side, seeming oddly distant as she looked over it.

[So did you get anything?, someone asks]

"What? Oh, yes," Klara said, snapping out of her concentration. "I'm...not sure. There's definitely some sort of energy in this, but it feels...weak... no, fragmented..."

"... And what does that mean?" Brenda asked.

"It's in fragments?" Askin offered. "Maybe we should break out the super glue."

"Well...yes, that is my guess..." Klara responded, giving Askin an odd look. "I am not certain, but this could be one of a set of similar objects." She handed the piece back to Jonas, mouthing the word 'superglue' to herself in confusion.

"Ooh," said Askin, sitting upright. Multiple pieces? Mystical powers? That sounded like a quest. Askin didn't know much about this strange new world, but he knew quests. "You know what that means? Dungeon-diving. There's always a dungeon."

"Hmmm..." Brenda thought about it. "I'd rather not go dungeon crawling anytime soon... but... that just means we get a bigger paycheck if we get 'em all."

"Yeah, it would be neat to collect them all, but I don't know where to start looking. This Germany thing, on the other hand, seems like a sure thing."

"Watch yourself though," Askin warned. "You took the piece. You started something. Running away from quests never turns out well, for anyone. The myth has to play out."

"... y'do realize 'quests' aren't all that linear," Jonas grumbled, eyeing the piece in his hand. Jonas focused, attempting to double check to see if he missed anything... and yet, he still got nothing. He raised an eyebrow up, listening to the whole cacophony of excited agreements on fInding the rest of the pieces.

Otsana was already adding another line to her Quest Log to-do list, muttering under her breath. "Find the rest... of the peices... of the ancient puzzle... of Blehblahblah...."

"Eh, before we start chasing pieces of some ancient puzzle," Brenda started off, before she quickly added on. "That we don't know anything about, by the way - let's focus on the job that's right in front of us."

"Ooh, I am interested in seeing these Alps!" Klara interjected happily.

"Hey, me too! I've never been to Germany before." Askin settled back into his bed. Unhappy memories mucked around in his head, but at this point keeping them at arms-length was practically a feat of muscle memory. "This should be a real trip—fight some robots, save the day, maybe catch some international terrorists..."

He trailed off, frowning. "But, um. Take it from me, it's—well, bad things happen if you think you can start something and leave it unfinished. Quests and prophecy and all that are very good at shitting on you. Don't sell the puzzle piece. I can guarantee you'll regret it, somewhere down the line."

"Riiiiiiiiiight. "Brenda said to Askin with a raised eyebrow, before she asked the group. "So, we'll saddle up and head out in a few weeks?"

"I'll start readyin' our plane tickets," Jonas muttered, crossing his arms as he set the piece down into his bag. He didn't like where this was going with the piece, hell, it was shattered for a reason...

... then again, it wasn't lIke they were going to find the rest of the pieces.

"... anywho, movin' onto the next topic - distributin' the prize money amongst our selves..."






Somewhere in the darkest, most lonely place of the world, there was a chair. Reclined backwards so the sole occupant could get a great view of the holographic screens that floated in front of her. She typed away at the holographic keyboards, before swiping them away, and replacing them with another. Continuing the cycle mindlessly in this dark room. The screens provided the only light.

"Pariah..." Abel's robotic voice broke the monotony of the electronic screens as he stepped in. His red eyes piercing through the darkness as he stepped into the light. His black armor was barely illuminated by the light. "How did the operation go?"

"Hmph," Pariah's lip turned upwards as she swiped away all the holographic screens, and brought up one image of the stadium being destroyed. "I failed to recover the piece of the Kallistei..." She let the words hang in the air for a moment. "... Some Nomad acquired it, I believe."

"You should have sent me to recover it," Abel said, as his body barely moved an inch. "I would have it in our possession."

"There was a reason why I preferred to send my machines," Pariah swiped away the image as she turned towards Abel in the chair. "You're far too... known. Every Nomad in there would have been on top of you... and even you cannot handle that many at once."

"Hmph." Abel said. "Do you even know who has the piece?"

"No, I have an idea of whom, but," Pariah said as she manifested a holographic projection of Jonas, the very image from the perspective of the robot that shot her. "But, don't you think I haven't planned for this?" She asked, and Abel stood there for a moment.

"If he doesn't know it's a piece we are looking for, he will most likely sell it," Pariah started off as she began typing on the holographic keyboards. "Which means we can simply buy it from him, or in the case he sells it to someone else... we can kill them, and take it from them."

"... And if he knows about the true power of Demeter's piece?" Abel asked as he crossed his arms.

"Then it's simple," Pariah shrugged as she raised a hand in the air and it was surrounded with a yellow glow of ki. Three other pieces of the Kallistei floated up into the air. Each with the image of Zeus, Hera, and Apollo. "Individually, they are worthless. He needs all of them, or it doesn't matter how many he has. And I implore him to come to me..." Pariah grinned from underneath her helmet.

"They'll be ours one way or another."

"Orders, then?" Abel asked.

"Find that robot already," Pariah said. "The faster you recover her, the faster I can get to work."

"I believe they are tracking our friend Edward Gallo..." Abel mused out loud and Pariah paused. Smiling yet again.

"Then head towards Germany... even if they aren't after Gallo, he has a piece." Pariah said.

"I'll deal with it" a low voice spoke from one of the shadows, taking a step forward to reveal the gunslinger Voyt, he drew one of his revolvers and held it up to his eyes, inspecting perhaps though he already knew he'd brought it up to the highest quality it could be.

"They barely escaped Rio, they won't be doing so this time." His eyes narrowed before he holstered his gun yet again and stared at Pariah with his typical stare of indifference. "The robot'll be subdued, might take some damage but you'll get it back well enough." He nodded to Pariah.

"As my contract agreed." The gunslinger then took a step back into the shadows where the sounds of his boots meeting the cold floor slowly faded away as he left.

'If the robot is insufficiently damaged," Pariah hissed out the words. "You'll wish that I had killed you."

"Yep." Voyt said barely audible as his figure was suddenly lit up by a door opening up before plunging the room into darkness once more as it closed.

"... As I was saying..." Pariah shook her head as she focused on the titan clad in black armor. "Be the person who gets the girl."

"Affirmative," Abel said as he stepped backwards into the darkness.

"Oh, and Abel," Pariah said. "I am currently assessing the combat data I've recovered from the stadium." She grinned.

"... I'll have a new line of stronger machines ready shortly."




Inside a dark stadium, a sole spotlight shined, and a woman fell from the sky into the center of the light.

"I've delivered all the notes, father," the woman said. "But, I'm curious...."

The man turned towards her, a mere silhouette in the shadow.

"They're our only hope..." He trailed off, before another light shined on the wall. Revealing a fancy decoration, but none of that was of any real note.

Except for the piece Hestia.

"... If we are to defeat that madwoman."














Two figures in hoods walked down a dirt-road, which was lined with the corpses of robots. The closer they got to their destination, the more robots there seemed to be. Some seemed to be rusted for months. One was observing a piece of paper with robotic hands.

ROBOTIC CRISIS IN ALTACH! ROBOTS TERRORIZE SMALL TOWN! OFFERING HUGE REWARD TO WHOEVER BRINGS PEACE TO THIS TOWN!


Above these words was the picture of a old timey-looking robot.

"Hmph," Justin said as he showed the piece of paper to Seven-Seven. "This one of your cousins?" He asked with a half grin. Before he got playfully pushed away by Seven-Seven.

"Oh, shut up." Seven-Seven said, chuckling.

"Was I racist against machines or something?" Justin chuckled.

"Very." Seven-Seven's eyes began to glow for a moment.

Before long, the two reached the top of the cliff... and caught sight of the village. A massive place that had a picture-esque, old timey, kind of look. It had street lights that were active given the nightfall rapidly approaching. Justin almost smiled at the place.

"Isn't this place great?" Justin asked.

"Yes..." Seven-Seven trailed off, before she turned her head towards Justin. "... Almost romantic."

Justin was immediately made flustered. His face blushed. "Uh, y-yeah!" Justin turned away. "Let's just go do-"

Suddenly a loud roar shook the ground the ground they stood on. They both whipped their head around towards the source, and flying through the air was some... strange robotic dragon. It had a jet was propelled it forward, it dove down towards the cliff they were on.

"Run!" Justin shouted as they both jumped off the cliff, and slid down the side of the cliff. The dragon came down and swiped at the cliff and turned it into chunks that flew into the distance. The robotic dragon reached peak height yet again, and breathed a jet of fire as it circled the city.

Seven-Seven's right arm transformed into a rocket launcher, and fired a rocket at the robot - only for Justin to run up, and put her arm down.

"Seven, don't!" He said, worried they blow their cover.

The rocket collided with the machine, and harmlessly exploded. Only for the machine to casually continue it's rampage. Shooting fire at the city.




Justin and Seven-Seven weren't the only two to show up.

Riding up on a massive motorcycle was Jaden Raldo. All of his gear, including his swords, were on the back of it. It made a ton of noise, and shook the very road he drove upon. A giant shadow was cast upon the ninja, and he looked up.

"The fuck?" He asked as a motherfucking dragon flew above him. He pointed, and said, "... That's a motherfucking dragon! Except made of bolts n' shit!" Then realized he was talking to no one. This must have been the robots he heard so much about. He slammed his foot on the gas to catch up with the robot.

He came to a skidding stop right before the cliff ended... and saw a rocket hit the robot and do nothing! Bitch, this looked like a job for Jaden Raldo. He stepped off the motorcycle, and pulled out his katanas and put them on. He'll just have to check in with someone after he murks this robot.

He grinned at the robot in the sky.








The Annual Japanese Championship was a roaring tournament.

Unlike the other tournament, the stadium for the tournament wasn't as gigantic as the Brazilian Fighting Cup. It had a large white marble floor, that was surrounded by elevated walls. On top of these walls were the people sitting cheering on the side lines. There was currently a match ongoing. A Japanese woman in a white gi and black belt sparing with a man dressed like a super Sentai super hero. The woman threw a kick that hit the man square in the gut, he took a few steps back.

Before he grabbed onto her leg with lighting speed, hopped up into the air and did a mid-air spin and slammed them both into the ground. He rolled away and did a pose... only for the woman to flying kick him square in the
head and follow it up with a red fireball. She threw a kick that was parried with a low sweep of her supporting leg, before she was sent flying by a ki-infused palm strike.

The man did another pose, before the fight continued.

Brooke walked up to the edge of the stadium with her gym bag slung over her shoulder, and leaned up against the railing. She had a cocky grin on her face as she looked at it. She played on her phone for a moment, before she wondered how long this match was going to take. The Japanese tournament was smaller, more selective, than the Rio cup. Thus, they could get away with having one fight at a time. Brooke was amazed they even let her in!

The Sentai fighter was sent flying through the air, and launched out into the crowds. Brooke instinctively ducked, then looked behind her as arena staff quickly went to work. Damn, they really need to up their safety standards.

"That's it for the first fight, folks!" The announcer shouted. "The next fight will begin very shortly."

Brooke shook her fists like a child. Though, a black cloud interrupted the normally sunny day, and it was followed by rain. Brooke looked up, "Huh?"

She quickly looked at her phone, and noticed that rain wasn't in the forecast.
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Ivory walked through the streets, as rain poured from above. It was hardly an issue for her. Her armor and cloth of her "skirt" was totally waterproof, making the droplets slide off as soon as they touched her. The five Pioneers followed her as they walked, garnering the most attention from passerby on the Sidewalks, sheltering themselves with black umbrellas. A single flash glanced Ivory. Lightning, perhaps?

A car rolled up behind Ivory, as she walked down the middle of the street. A man poked his head out of the window, and started honking at her.

"Hey! Move it lady!" He barked.

Ivory's face glew orange. Commando, one of the Pioneers, turned around, looking right at the man through his windshield. He then smashed his engine with one of his massive arms. The man cowered back in his seat. Commando turned around, and kept following Ivory.

Suddenly, The communicator taped to Ivory's head buzzed.

"Ivory, the rain seems to have originated from the tournament. Head down there ASAP"

"Understood. Thank you."

Ivory and The Pioneers continued walking down the middle of the streets, in full view, towards whatever awaited at the tournament.






Rio, two weeks after the Tournament
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Rod stapled a poster to a wooden pole.

“So. This is how far you’ve fallen?” Asked the guard behind him.

Rod turned around, and pointed his ringed finger into his face.

”Shut up! I got this!”

“Sure. You, the guy literally putting up posters, has this.”

”I’ll admit, finding the damned thing was a bit harder than ”finding a lost puppy, but I was just underestimating it! I thought that it’d starve to death without ki, meaning he would have to steal some, aka, kill some people, but the slums here have a pretty constant mortality rate. SYM-04 wouldn’t make a dent. The problem? We kept sending out fully armed soldiers into heavily crowded slums, and the freakin’ thing just keeps lunging out, slaughtering them, and running back before we can find him.”

“So what’s your plan now, big shot?”

”What the hell do you think? It’s only been two weeks since the tournament ended, we just gotta put up the posters, and some reward money, and bam! They’ll find him faster than I can put in this last staple!”

Rod looked around suspiciously for a moment. He then stamped the fourth and final staple into the pole, looking relieved.

”Guess there’s one thing they can’t do.”

The two men walked off, to put up the posters in areas all around the city:

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Before the doctor knew it, a week had gone by with the snap of a finger as he kept his eyes on the road in this jeep. For the most part, there wasn't any problems between the jobs and hunting down those Massacre de Soldiers or whatever... most wanted for taking down an iconic Nomad monument, eh? And they even went as far as to pin the blame over on the small time gang... an insult to that hack inventor at its finest.

For the most part, the doctor seemed relaxed as he sometimes would drift between his companions, all presumably in gear that would keep them warm... though he did find one peculiar thing as he eyed the outside of the jeep, watching as Otsana and Klara sped alongside them in that motorcycle and the sidecar. That did raise a few questions in his mind though when briefly studying them...

Namely if Otsana was cold from her, erm "lack" of clothing, or how that sidecar was holding up with how large Klara was. He frowned a little raising an eyebrow as he regained his usual focus on the road, despite the lack of other vehicles besides their own. "Wonder how crappy things are goin' here," he pondered, tilting his head to the side as he made another turn.

Blinking, he looked to the side, looking at Brenda for a mere moment. She seemed composed, per usual... he sighed, glad to see that she wouldn't be cast off, at least not yet. Her, Otsy Osborne, and Frosty the Snowwoman were people he... saying liked would be a stretch, but he did trust them to some degree since they haven't tried to murder his ass yet.

... maybe he should try challenging Klara this time around at darts; her and Otsana both seem passionate when it came to challenges, heh... and Brenda, well... she was smart enough not to get involved the first time around.

He smirked a little, shifting his gaze away from Brenda, Jonas swiftly turned his mind back to the road, noticing something a little... different. The corpses of cannibalized police cars, trucks, any vehicle you could name. Along with that, there were a few destroyed scraps littering the area, formerly known as robots, lying in the snow. Seems other Nomads were interested in getting the money from the way some were destroyed.

One was sliced into bits, another had holes that punctured through them completely. The only difference between them and the robots at the arena was the way they looked... so it wouldn't be too bad for them.

Paying attention to the road, he began humming one of Beethoven's compositions to himself as he kept his eye on it for a while before turning his attention to the rear-view mirror. The two people he was unsure about was Brownie and The Albino Smurf. He raised his eyebrow just as he studied the duo.

Brown was savage in combat, and from the way that was translated to him, she can beat shit up, but seems to act no better than a beast. She was going to be an annoying one to handle from the way he pictured her in his mind... wonder if they could work her out.

And Askin? Well, appeared out of no where which sent off alarms in his head... and the fact that he displayed his competence in battle, along with the other stuff... hm...

Once again, another turn was made, taking a while just to get to this place... He grunted a little, the window on his side slowly coming down as he felt the icy chill whip off his face as he eyed the duo on the motorcycle. "Ey, Otsana," Jonas shouted, his left eye recoiling a little as he squinted.

"How long will it take till we get t'this pl-"

Jonas' words were cut short by the sound of an explosion... and a jet-engine that sounded like it was getting closer... the heck? While it did die down a little, Jonas turned his head to the side to witness... well, alright then, that's not something you see everyday.

That was a dragon.

... technically a dragon made out of metal and other miscellaneous tech he couldn't discern from this distance. Ok then, so much for being simple mission... Jonas raised one eyebrow as he returned his eyes to the road. "... huh, alright then," he murmured to himself, shaking his head as he frowned a little.

"... so I take that's the place we are headed to," the doctor asked listlessly, clicking his tongue. For the most part, he didn't seem too put off by the dragon as it roared ahead in the distance...

"Well then, how long until we get there Otsana?"
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The arena was an ocean of noise. The crowd had been cheering the current match going on between a young woman wearing a gi, and a…clown. Every time the guy did a cheesy pose, the crowd booed and scoffed, shouting remarks like: “Are you taking this tournament serious?” and “What an idiot!” Really, the crowd had been mostly on the side of the girl because many males in the audience thought she was kawaii~. As for being one of the few men who thought differently, Sun was disappointed by what he was seeing. The man was sitting in the stands, wearing a black hoodie with a white Mickey Mouse silhouette on the front. The hood was drawn up over his head, over a white cap that had an orange bill. Alligator-green cargo pants ran down his legs to a pair of cloth sandals whose thong comfortably fit between his lengthy toes. His toes seemed to grip the edges like an armrest, half an inch from touching the ground—it was always hard to find his size (especially in Asia!). He stretched out his right big toe, which was pretty much an opposable thumb and used it to scratch through the material of his pants at the side of his left leg. In his lap was a bucket of buttery popcorn (curry flavored) that he was scooping handfuls of and tossing into his mouth. He not only heard the cheers of the crowd around him, but the loud crunch, munch, munch of the corn being crushed between his molars.

This fight is so lame, Sun thought as his jaws parted, the tips of his sharp canines glinting in the light briefly before a yellow pile of popcorn passed into his mouth to fill his cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a change in the crowd’s volume as many audience members screamed in distress when the costumed clown was ejected from the arena to crash-land into the stands. Several heads snapped in the direction where the fighter had landed on a few unfortunate individuals who hadn’t been quick to dodge. The cell phones sprouted about the place like weeds as people started recording the incident. It would be on YouTube very shortly. The girl had been strong, but it was wasted on fools. He couldn’t understand why she even bothered to take her opponent seriously.

This tournament would have pissed me off… He was glad that he hadn’t applied even though he almost did. The tournament had been the reason why he even bothered to come to Japan. The sky began to darken, the gleam on his black shades fading. A drop of water fell upon his nose as clouds billowed overhead and squeezed their moisture upon the stadium. A frown weighed on the corners of Sun’s lips as he gazed down at his popcorn that was now ruined. Only a few umbrellas were deployed about the arena by those who always seemed to bring one just in case. What a horrible day this has been.

First a shitty tournament and now rain? It was as though the heavens were crying—probably because of how pitiful the fight had been. Drawing his hand from the popcorn bucket, Sun wiped salt and butter on the side of his pants and set the popcorn aside.
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The armored woman sighed. It had been a grueling interlude, a multi-continental trek separated by the occasional slip past a border, minor scuffle, or break when she convinced herself that she could take such a luxury. The latter never seemed to last too long. When resting, she found it was even more difficult to ignore her own thoughts than usual. Especially now that the issue of her family seemed to be so close to resurfacing…

She shook her head, turned her focus to the corpses of automatons that seemed to litter the area. Some of them bore similarity to what made up pieces of her armor, but she saw nothing worth scavenging. Seshat had worried that, even after having repainted and rebranded it, maybe making her armor out of these fighting machines was not the best decision for missions like this one, but at least the bright white and blue colors blended in well in this snowier climate. Or at least, as well as they could on such a suit of armor, glowing and bursting as it did when she shot weapons or flared boosters. She was likely to be mistaken for one of them and caught in the crossfire once she was noticed, but with money already placed on her head, she decided it made no difference.

Seshat had already determined it was best to simply pass around the town, to simply find the source of their robot problem and destroy it before slipping away and continuing her mission, but she was quickly discouraged, staring up in awe at the giant metal facsimile of dragons of legend flying overhead. She felt some fleeting sense of nostalgia as it ignored a rocket detonating against it, fondly recalling memories of being able to fly through the skies unmatched and unchallenged before such memories soured her mood as quickly as it had lightened.

“A vile serpent,” The golem muttered to herself. “Like Apep, sailing across the sky and bringing chaos upon the land.” Seshat thrust an open hand forwards and opened her missile pods before reconsidering. If the rocket didn’t harm it, she doubted her own similar magical assault would do much better even if there were dozens more of them. Perhaps a little more punch would be necessary. The missile pods closed as six cannons flipped forwards over her shoulders. They crackled with both electricity and magical energies, glowing blue before launching six brilliant beams of light at the dragon. It left the armor plating it impacted against glowing from the heat, and Seshat was rewarded with a burst of flame sent her way for her trouble.

Seshat raised the shield on her left arm, and the flames passed harmlessly around the blue field it created before the dragon continued its rampage against the city. Seshat frowned. Sitting back like this wasn’t going to help. Panels on the back of her armor began to open, revealing the armor’s boosters and just barely showing the boosters attached to her own body. She corrected her stance and held on tight to her rifle as blue and green energy swirled around her back. Seshat frowned…

And activated her Overboost, leaving a trail of intense light and noise behind her as she sailed towards the dragon.






Like any tournament, most of the noise beyond the fight was simply formless cheering, booing, and miscellaneous chatter. Unlike many tournaments, there was one voice in the crowd that seemed to stand out over the rest.

”COME ON! REPRESENT, DAMMIT!" Jill Breicen cried as the sentai fighter was knocked out of his pose. She was dressed in her own similar outfit, sans helmet, and had the railing in a vice grip as she leaned up against it, watching the fight intensely.

YEAH, SLAM ‘EM!” She cheered as the fight went along. “NO, DON’T POSE WHEN YOU’RE OPEN! YEAH, LIKE THAT! Come on! Come on! … Aww...” Jill sighed sadly as the adrenaline faded and the fighter sailed out of bounds. She looked at her bike (which she had somehow managed to take with her) and decided that his loss meant that she needed to up the ante. The small rectangular drone attached to it beeped reassuringly. If her sister wasn’t busy working she’d probably be here with her, telling her to calm down. She’d already laid out to her why this whole tournament was important in the first place. Getting an invitation to the Xue Li tournament meant a possibility for good connections and good publicity for Jill, which meant good connections and good publicity for SHINING. Which meant that Jill would need to get some good experience so she would know what the hell she was doing in a tournament-style fight.

Which was where the Annual Japanese Championship came in. SHINING could throw its influence around enough to get Jill in one way or another, and while fighting in it would get some much needed publicity, getting the practice of moving a high-power, ultra-speed monster of a vehicle like Nine Breaker around an arena against a single opponent down pat was the real prize here.

The heroine grabbed her phone from the drone and began checking for any important updates before putting it back. She paused for a moment when she saw rain fall against the scenery around her. She shrugged absentmindedly, but the drone beeped persistently.

“Yeah,” Jill responded. “And I’m tellin’ you that meteorology isn’t the most precise science out there at the moment. It’s nothing to worry about.” The robot hummed dejectedly in response. “Whatever, Pit Stop.” Jill said, letting the issue drop. The rain might make the ground a bit slicker, and it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, but it still might be something worth looking into. She turned to the woman next to her, who she could have sworn was that Vanburen girl from the Brazilian Fighting Cup and the ensuing shitshow a couple weeks ago (even if she didn’t know whether it would be a good idea to bring that up), and cleared her throat.

“I’m a bit new to this whole tournament thing,” she admitted sheepishly. “You don’t think they’d cancel this over a silly little thing like the rain, would they?”
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Brown was used to losing track of time. Trekking across endless miles of countryside, wandering down roads with signs marked in foreign tongues, crossing time zones and national borders without realizing it, all the while not having anything resembling a watch. Forgetting the day or even the month became ludicrously easy as the passage of time seemed to move as fast as Brown did in her travels.

However the moment Brown stopped was the moment everything slowed down. It was rare she stop in her travels, when she did it was often because she didn't have any choice. Broken bones and compounded ribs from botched fights usually being the 'choice'.

Being injured slowed everything down. Brown wasn't one to let pain stop her. Yet even as she bit back the pain of her wounds, she was bitten right back. The pain ate at her. Hindering her movements, her very thoughts. Pain made every single second perceivable.

A cut turned a minute into an hour.

A dislocated shoulder turned a day into a week.

Having twice her usual fare of Full Release injuries at the end of the Rio tournament...well they turned what was a week into a brief eternity for Brown.

For the first three days she couldn't really walk and could only barely sit herself up in bed. However after that she was able to move with some help until she was eventually moving around on her own. By the end of the week and their arrival in Germany her injuries had mostly healed, and time seemed to move seamlessly once again.

Brown sat in the back of the jeep as it chugged along through the bitter Germanic cold. A smile was on her face and she seemed to enjoy every bump and pothole the jeep hit, as if she was on a roller coaster ride.

Despite being in near constant pain for most of the week and under the delirium of high grade pain killers given to her by Jonas, Brown had enjoyed herself. Being around others who didn't seem to want to harm her was a foreign experience for the girl. Outside of her mother there was no one who she had stayed with who hadn't betrayed, fought, or tried to kill her.

Another foreign experience was money.

When Jonas had given her a share of the money he had 'retrieved' from the stadium Brown thought it was just a joke. It was only after she was told he wasn't kidding was she struck with the awe of having currency to buy things with. Of course she didn't know what to do with the sizeable amount of cash and Otsana had helped her put it into a special 'Black' checking account that she could access from various places in the world with different degrees of money exchange.

Brown had kept a good wad of money on her person and was quick to start getting sweets and warm food whenever the chance arose. Everyone had suggested buying warmer clothes for Germany, but Brown merely put down the money for several brick sized bars of sweet German chocolate instead.

As they rode along in the jeep Brown snacked. The sides of her pale cheeks were stained with half-melted/half frozen chocolate as she chewed heartily, grinning and rocking in her seat as she ate.

Brown was still dressed in her battered boots, camouflaged pants, belt in place of a bra, and her battered jacket unzipped at the front. However she seemed un-phased even as the blistering cold blew straight through her.

As a practitioner of G-tummo, Brown could freely control the temperature of her body. Some had to undergo intense meditation. Brown meanwhile had gained such a control over her battered, diseased body that she could adjust her temperature with minor concentration. Even in the bitter cold she felt perfectly fine, though her chocolate bars got very melty in her overly warm hands.

"This chocolate *chew* is so good! *chew* Does anyone want some of-"

Brown held up a gooey chocolate bar nearly half the size of a clip board, speaking with her cheeks packed to the brim with coco goodness. However her offer was cut short as the distant sound of danger reached her ears. Peering into the distance she saw and heard the pretense of a massive, metal machine in the shape of some kind of flying monster.

The fighter's eyes narrowed and her pupils began to dilate, ready for another bloody fight. However the lack of reaction from Jonas snapped her out of her killing focus and she looked around the jeep awkwardly.

"Uh, I've never been to Germany before. Is that super loud murder machine normal? Because I don't think that's normal..."

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It was hard to believe it only took 14 hours to trade Rio’s tropical heat for a misty evening chill. In Askin's opinion, flight was silly and baffling, and no number of airplane rides would change that, but no one really asked Askin his opinion, and the complementary snacks were nice enough, so he kept these and other thoughts to himself.

They were back in Europe again; it was a very different place from what Askin remembered. There was much less war, for one thing. Apparently the Germanic raiders were some kind of important nation-state these days? According to Brown, they made some very good chocolate.

Askin didn’t entirely know why he had been given such a preposterous amount of money from the hoard Jonas appropriated. He also didn’t entirely know why the group was letting him join the party, or why he was going along with it. But after two weeks, he found himself hoping—deeply, quietly, privately—that they had no plans on sending him away any time soon.

He enjoyed waking up and having someone other than an empty room to share the morning with. He enjoyed the routine. He enjoyed the grocery shopping, and the small menial day to day things to which, apparently, only he and Otsana and sometimes Brenda were willing and capable. He enjoyed having something solid and real to do with his hands, and he enjoyed knowing there was a place he was going back to at the end of the day, and he enjoyed the feeling of not being lonely. The muggings he could’ve done less with, but if you were going to be a tourist in Rio, according to Brenda, then suck up and deal with it.

Apparently Jonas had stolen the money, prize-winnings from the tournament, and Otsana may or may not have a bounty on her head. But Askin didn’t dwell on those things. You can’t blame me, he thought, for wanting to be happy.

In Germany, they had rented a truck, in which Brenda, Jonas, Brown, and Askin had rumbled over the winding countryside road, the engine grumbling and straining as it tackled older, wilder terrain with each passing mile. Otsana and Klara roared along at an even pace, their motorcycle moving side by side with the truck whenever the muddy street widened enough to make room.

Askin had never spent much time away from Iberia. With Al-Andalus to the south, and the Christian Kingdoms of the north, it seemed like you only had to wait, and the corners of the world would come to you. Apparently, however, Askin had missed quite a bit.

“Uh, I’ve never been to Germany before,” said Brown. “Is that super loud murder machine normal? Because I don’t think that’s normal.”

Askin was also not much an expert on ‘normal,’ or on Germany, but he guessed, "Not a hundred percent sure, but I'm thinking no."

Far ahead, an enormous body dipped in and out of the graying sky. It was long and metal and silver, and its massive wings cut through the clouds like the heads of whales surfacing from a skin of the sea. Where it moved, the displaced air roared in protest, like the sound of a hundred jet engines. It would’ve been hard to tell where the giant ended and where it began if not for the mouth, a searing red hot chasm cut into the sky, and it poured fire down on the town below.

“We can’t fight that in the middle of town,” said Askin. “Is there any way to lure it somewhere else, force it to land?”
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