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"Good... The District!" said Kayne with a smile as he looks around, then he said "These efforts will be vital..." as he looks at his arm and thinks "If Gandrake took me on, I would've been nothing but a piece of meat..." before he watches Doug as he headed to the vendors and decided he too would go to the vendors, but thinks "Is he one of the rebels? Merh... I needed to join them to avenge my parents... No point in going the same direction he's going..." before turning away from the vendors and heading elsewhere, where he saw a nearby café and went there. As soon as Kayne arrived at the café, he looks at his blade, then puts it away again. "I'm taking no prisoners this time... Vengeance is on its way..." he said.

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Michel shuffled through some papers he pulled from his coat, and put on a pair of reading glasses, [color=#daa520]"Well, yes. i suppose you have your right to try," he chuckled. Michel looked at the rebels, "I will contact you in not too long for a schedule, we obviously have your names so it shouldn't be too difficult. I mean, if I couldn't what kind of administrator would I be?"[/color] Michel began to walk away head in the papers he was shuffling, [color=#daa520]"You have exactly 4 hours before we begin with the preliminaries. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I get paid leave to the islands." [/color]Michel stopped and stood silent for a second before turning and smiling at Doug, [color=#daa520]"Your death will be most painful, I assure you. Chao, my butterflys. Prepare and rest."[/color]

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Doug watched Michel walk away, keeping a calm face but secretly seething. "[color=#808080]I take it that guy doesn't like me very much.[/color]" He chuckled to himself. "[color=#808080]Alright. I have but a few hours to stock up, eat up, sleep, and get awesome.[/color]" He walked away towards one of the street vendors to do some haggling. As he walked over, he began to go over a few things in his mind, putting his hands in his pockets. [i][color=#808080]Maybe...maybe I'm being too cheerful and cocky about this. I mean, I got it lucky. I lost my best friend, even though I know he would have done the same if we switched places. While these others...they lost family, friends, those they cared about the most. Those they had a deep connection with. Maybe...I should be less sarcastic...stop trying to get a laugh out of everything. Maybe I'm making them more sad...somehow...[/color][/i]
He looked back at everyone. They all seemed to be affected by the loss of their loved ones. But they had a few things that other people in their situation wouldn't. Confidence, courage, a sense of honor...and a target.
[color=#808080][i]...Meh. They all seem fine. My wit won't affect them.[/i][/color]

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[b][color=#FF0000][i]Four hours? [/i][/color][/b]Desmond overheard, as he quickly opened his eyes. [i][b][color=#FF0000]Four hours until then...gotta do what I can to get supplies for the battles. [/color][/b][/i]He quickly grabbed Ookami Shikon and walked out of his room. The first thing he did was upgrade his Spear Gauntlet, that way it could go for a much longer range of attack. The person that upgraded his Spear Gauntlet was willing to upgrade Desmond's blade, but he just said 'no'. [b][color=#FF0000]"Thanks....but this blade is special. I'm keeping it the way it is..." [/color][/b]he said, before walking away.

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(4 hours later)
Michel kneeled before an alter, the cathedral was hidden deep in the mysterious streets of the Machine City. It was a direct replica to Notre Dame, Gandrake had a fond taste for grand feats of architecture. Michel was the only one inside, Gandrake while fond of the buildings was no too fond of their religion, maybe it was because he thought to highly of himself to even grasp the concept of someone greater than him, an arrogant fool but not a lying one. He is indeed powerful. Eyes shut, he recollected about his first encounter with Gandrake. He was defeated, short and swiftly. Michel stood and moved his hand to form signify a cross on his crest. His life of a religious assassin installed more routines on him than he himself realized.

In his hand was a small schedule, he had offered to play the part of first combatant as the rest of Gandrake's forces arrived for combat, others were spread out; some on mission, most on normal duties, and others doing something a little more suspicious. Michel left the church doors clutching his blade blade he had left leaned against the wall outside. "May the light protect me," in a flash he was gone. Michel was moving incredible quickly and shone white. He landed on the top on a pole overlooking the district he had given. He reached and pulled out a orange and black device and presses the button once. At that moment, the terminal in the district plaza buzzed.

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Desmond heard the terminal in the district buzz. [color=#FF0000][i][b]Seems like its startin'.... [/b][/i][/color]he thought as he cracked his knuckles. [b][i][color=#FF0000]Whatever is gonna happen, I'm ready for it! [/color][/i][/b]He walked towards the terminal saw the fighting line up. It was a pretty interesting line up, but he was still concerned about the rebels and their fighting styles. Desmond has yet to see any of these people in battle, but he knew for sure....they were only invited to this place cause they were the best...so he knew they wouldn't let him down.

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Doug suddenly awoke, due to the buzzing, after he had fallen asleep on a bench. He groggily stood up, stumbling for a second before shaking his head clear. "Oh jeez! Something's happening! I'm not missing out!" He locked and loaded his sword into the launcher and fired it towards the terminal. He was just about to activate the reeling mechanism before his eyes widened. He dropped the launcher and ran back to the bench, grabbing a Smith and Wesson Model 18-4 Combat Master .22 Caliber Revolver. He spun it, smirking. "I love my bartering skills." He grabbed his launcher, activating it. He basically flew towards the terminal.

[OOC: I hope you meant a Train terminal....meh, I guess it works either way.]

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Michel stood at the tracks, staring out into the line. It was abandoned, this district stopped expansion long ago. The buzzer had stopped, hopefully it would draw a combatant. Michel listed in his head; Desert, Industry, Field, Forest, Volcanic. Each area had been prepared fastly, but good enough. Michel pulled out a silver pocket watch, [color=#daa520]"Late,"[/color] he mumbled. He rose his head to see a flying figure home in. Michel reacted fast, avoiding the path of the figure. The shadow landed gracefully and it cleared up showing a person the man from before, Doug. Michel's smile rose on his face. Doug caught wind of Michel's present as well. Michel eye color faded and his smile turned more and more grim, [color=#daa520]"I had hoped to save the best for last, but your death with taste just as sweet on my steel now than ever."[/color] He began radiating white aura as the ground around him shook. [color=#daa520]"En garde," Michel charged forth wielding the massive shadow that is Obsidian. [/color]

Garrett, stepped up behind Desmond. He smiled and pulled out a small orb which floated out of his hand and produced a vivid blue light which split the orb and Garrett gripped each light as they formed twin massive stone axes. His scarred giant body lurched forward as he charged. Closing in on Desmond he raises his axe. He stopped and bowed,[color=#ff0000] "Mr. Desmond. I am Sir Garrot, The legend of Prussian Knights. I have been called by my new lord to combat you. Prepare yourself!"[/color] Garrett jumped back and swung sideways sending a large wave of Earth hurling towards Desmond like a tidal wave.

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Desmond looked at Garrot and quickly ran up the wall a little, grabbing a clothes line and dodging the Earth Wave. [color=#FF0000][b]"Well at least you introduced yourself before attacking me. So that shows you have some honor left in you." [/b][/color]he said as he gripped the clothes line and then cut one end of it and swung down towards Garrot, kicking his face. He back-flipped and then unsheathed Ookami Shikon and smirked,[b][color=#FF0000]"Well...that move was pretty nice....but watch this!" [/color][/b]Desmond closed his eyes and then opened them, as the metal of his blade ignited with fire. [color=#FF0000][b]"Bring it!"[/b][/color]

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Garrott recoiled from the blow, but was still guarded. "Fire," he said under his breathe, "IS NO MATCH FOR MY STONE!" Garrot smashed his twin axes together to form a huge axe at least the size of his own body. Somehow his speed increased, he wasn't taking any chances. If he failed, consequences would surely follow. He was not about to risk it all on some narrow victory with a mystery opponent. "Stone Age!," Garrett's arms became encased in rock as he sped around Desmond trying to find a weak point and dodge any attacks. "TAKE THIS! [s]MY LOVE! MY ANGER! AND ALL-*shot*[/s]​," Garrott disappeared. His voice still came, "I am sorry, Mister Desmond. But I must win, surely you understand." Garrot erupted from the ground his massive axe coming down on Desmond like a wrecking ball, "GOLEM HAMMER!"

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[b][color=#FF0000]"W-WHOA!!" [/color][/b]Desmond exclaimed, quickly dodging the wrecking ball....but just barely. [color=#FF0000][b][i]D-D-Dang it...this is gonna be a lot harder than its supposed to be. And with him using those types of moves...I'll have to use my ace in the hole... [/i][/b][/color]he thought as he slowly stood up. Desmond gripped the blade's hilt tighter and watched as it was engulfed in flames. [color=#FF0000][b]"Didn't want to use this yet...but this move will have to be used!!" [/b][/color]Desmond yelled as Ookami Shikon's form altered. The flames died off and now his blade had become a Buster Sword. [b][color=#FF0000]"COME ON AND FACE ME!!"[/color][/b]

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Garrott was enraged that Desmond dodged, [color=#a52a2a]"I HAVE NO TIME FOR THESE GAMES! I HAVE SOMETHING TO PROTECT!"[/color] Garrott stood and screamed, [color=#a52a2a]"GAAAAAUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!"[/color] He stone armor crawled over his skin towards his Axe hand. The stone built, becoming larger and larger, it was at least the size of a small building engulfing Garrott like cocoon. The dust settled, and all that remained was a massive boulder. A low volumed strong voice echoed, [color=#a52a2a]"Jurrasic Killer."[/color] A moment of silence... the boulder, gone. Soon it reappeared coming down as a meteor at ultra high speeds, at the impact no man could run from the blast zone. This was Garrot's ultimate combination, the ultimate power of the stages of... [color=#a52a2a]"Gaia"[/color] said the echo.

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Desmond looked at Garrot and watched his new transformation. [color=#FF0000][b]"I also have something to protect...the family I thought I lost and searched for ten years to find. I also am trying to protect my master...I can't let any of them fall victim to that snake, Gandrake!!!" [/b][/color]he yelled as he swung his Buster Sword around him, pointing it back at Garrot. [color=#FF0000][b]"Whatever you want to protect...I understand..." [/b][/color]Desmond brought his sword behind him and then rushed towards him, slashing him into the air, then releasing a flurry of attacks upon Garrot.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKQMtrfZ_Dg]Desmond's Special Move[/url]

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Doug did a quick side step out of the way, then stepped back about 20 feet. "[color=#808080]Why, Michel! How good it is to see you again! We must catch up.[/color]" He said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He pulled out one of his PM-63 RAKs and planted his feet firmly in the ground. He held his sword in his other hand and took careful aim. "[color=#808080]But first, we should end this conflict swiftly. No sense dragging it out, now is there?[/color]" Doug unleashed a storm of bullets from his gun with a bottomless clip.

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