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"D... Disgusting Beast!"
Sage loudly gasps as the beast's blade stabbed into Sage's side. Normally, a blade of such weak calibur would do nothing to hinder the Angel (Or even graze them), but backed by its ki... it was unstoppable. A gust of blood came out of Sage's heavenly system, and they nearly coughed up blood themselves. The light around them died for a moment as their wings disappeared, and they landed on the ground knee first.
But, the angel mustered the strength to keep the spear manifested in case the abomination attacked.
Instead, the beast retreated into the sewers, like the dusty animal it was. Unworthy of living among man... but, there was obviously more to it than just brute force. And that was what it made it more dangerous. Tracking the beast in the sewers would be easy with their ability to sense the light in all things, but it was too risky. Chasing that beast around in it's home turf was stupid even with the ability to see it coming.
The light spear disappeared, and Sage crossed their arms, ignoring the obvious wound in their side. Still... they slipped up. Sage Pimm was the protector of this world first, and that doesn't reflect too well upon them if they are outmaneuvered by simple beasts.
What broke their line of thought was another person speaking to them... A light that Sage ignored while they were single mindedly pursuing the beast. Perhaps the light was the true reason they lost the fight? They noticed it at the very last second.
"You did well fighting such a beast! A cowardly tactic, is it not? Shame to him, I take it you're partaking in the tournament as well?"
When Sage turned to the person, they saw a towering figure... a massive beast clad in armor. A brand of armor that was unfamiliar to them. This being was definitely a Dragon... they could sense it. What was frightening was the person's inner-light - it was definitely a source of power.
"Thank you." Sage said, they turned towards the man in armor. "It was definitely more cunning than I thought... a few moments ago, I pegged it as some sort of wild animal." Sage turned towards the dead bodies left behind by Billy. "... That was my mistake."
They sighed, before thinking of the tournament. Such a barbaric event... full of fools who had nothing better to do with all the power they had than fight for amusement. Pathetic. Sage, however, had reason to believe that somebody there would have knowledge of the First Light.
"I would never partake in such a barbaric event... but, I have business there," Sage said, putting a hand on their hip. "I am searching for something... something that will change the world, and I have reason to believe some of the combatants there might lead me to do it. That, or assist me."
Sage explained... deciding not to mention the First Light just yet. The power that possessed was simply too great for the world to know about it. They must find it, and bring it back to the Pimm manor where it can be properly guarded.
The two technological Nomads hit the ground, Justin landing on a knee, and Seven-Seven deploying her thrusters to lessen her fall. Justin rose to his feet, and then put his hands in his pockets, and threw his hood down. Pretending as if nothing happened at all.
That was a complete shitshow. A gang just came out of nowhere and attacked the two of them just because they look like Nomads. The question that was on Justin's mind was how exactly did they know the duo were Nomads. Probably something that Justin should look into... later. For now, they should get to a cheap hotel in the Favela, and lay low. With Nomadic Ass being on the line, Justin didn't want to attract any unwanted attention before the tournament.
Especially if MAVERICK and Abel were on their tail like he thought.
Seven-Seven on the other hand was as tranquil as they come. Even though there was a giant fight, it all worked out in the end. So why worry so much about it? Justin put on a good show, but that other man was the one who really stole the show. Seven-Seven grinned. Best not say that to Justin, lest she injures his fragile pride. Perhaps Seven-Seven should find him before they leave here, though he looked like a fellow they'd see at the tournament.
"You know Justin," Seven-Seven said, trying to strike up a conversation. "Someone was watching that entire fight from the shadows." She smiled like a child.
"Oh, really?" Justin asked, "Who?"
"Not sure, but you were propelled towards them towards the end of the battle." Seven-Seven said, tilting their head. "Wonder what they thought."
"Probably were getting their-" Before Justin could continue, they were utterly barraged by a stranger.
"Good afternoon ma'am or sir! Um if it's not too much to ask, can you point out the way to where a fighting competition is being held? Something about a lot of money being given to whoever wins it so I very much need to attend! Problem is that I have no clue where it is so if you can help me out...that'd be smooth sailing!"
Justin turned towards the talkative person... who was probably confused as they come. They were asking about the tournament... which Justin was getting tired of, since it was inspiring such elegant displays such as that last clusterfuck. But, this boy seemed nice enough not to attack them right off the bat, so he earned the benefit of the doubt.
Besides, Seven-Seven responded to him near immediately.
"Oh? The Brazilian Cup? It's in the Rio Arena right over there,"
Seven-Seven pointed to a massive circular building with a round, glass top. It looked grand and regal, but hard to get a good look at from this distance (Obstructed by buildings, of course). She smiled at the boy.
"I hope I helped you," She said, "Even though you're more competition, I would not stoop to such petty levels."
She laughed as her eyes glowed brightly.
"It's just not in my programming."
"What is in your programming?" Justin muttered under his breath.
Everything was going great! Looking up for the duo!
They could have been out of here without a hitch, beating (or in Margot's case; cutting) each other's brains in. But, noooooooooo. The universe had to throw one more God damn variable at them. Right when Margot was taking the swords, this other fool came running up to them, fleeing the police. Ruining their stealthy escape, buuuuut, the police were more focused on him for whatever reason.
Well, Brooke didn't know this guy, or why they were after him, and she was way, way, more concerned with not digging herself a deeper hole to climb out of. So, she couldn't question whether or not these guys were corrupt, or whether or not he actually deserved to be shot at.
It was no challenge to tell that he was a Nomad, with the ice wall.
Which was perfect! They can get the hell out of here fast as humanly (or superhumanly) possible!
"Let's go!" Brooke said as she grabbed onto Margot's wrist, and pulled her out of here. Leaving Mr. Freeze to fend for himself. But, hey, if he can get himself into this situation....
... He can get himself out of it!
