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The steps continued but upon more careful listening it was fairly easy to tell that who or whatever it was, wasn't Empyrean. More likely another Dungeon Fighter that was making their rounds in the tower.

Dead creatures continued to fall along with tired shouts of irritation and what seemed like spells of some sort?

"They just don't stop do they? My feet are aching as is!"

"Well quit kicking and actually start punching them! You're supposed to be a brawler aren't you?!"

"I don't supposed that they taught you to shut up in Nen-School did they?"

"You're still an a**!"

"And you aren't?!"

Well, whoever it was, they seemed to be having some issues with each other. At least they were getting the job done, whatever it happened to be at the time. So for the time being, they were still throwing shots at each other as well as smacking monsters around.

Well, needless to say, with the carnage the Empyreans left behind, it wasn't long before the rowdy Dungeon Fighters caught up to them. Two tall, strong-legged young men who were more or less at each other's throats. Not that they actually threw punches at each other but their words bit just as hard.

Once they finally noticed they weren't alone, well, things got interesting from there.

"Well, that explains the dead bodies," the brawler mused. He smiled at the taller gunners with slight jest.

"Yes, thank you for saving me from hearing his endless trap flying about his legs," the Nen Master sighed with some feigned relief. "So what are you bean poles doing up here for?"

"Mentoring this idiot here," the dark haired Nen-Master slapped the Brawler on the back. "Not like he's getting any better kicking zombies around all day."

"Oh yes. . . Like the statues and dragonoids were any better?" he winced from the smack in the back. "Besides, if I remember correctly, you didn't do too hot on the-"

Another smack on the back from the Nen Master.

"Would you quit that?!" The brawler hissed.

"Would you rather me toss you off the side of the tower? I heard the weather is lovely out," the Nen Master responded.

"The name is Lorcan," the nen-master nodded. He turned his head over to the younger brawler, as if to give him a cue.

"Caradoc Dosne," he hissed through his teeth. His back was still stinging from how hard the nen-master smacked him over the length of the day.

"So how bad is this bigger beanpole that you're running from anyways?" Lorcan asked. He was a little more than concerned and it was all over his face. Two strapping empyreans, decently armed, running from one guy. Just how bad can this possibly be? "You guys can take him, right?"