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... For a few seconds, silence. Then, it began. The piercing sound that one should not hear. The sound of an afro being cut. Or rather, the aftermath of that.

"WUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAUHHHH!" He screamed. He was going to throw a b***h fit. You know what BFFL stands for? b***h Fit Frustration Laceration. Debbie pulled the wrong move. He felt his 'fro. It was now more of a flat top, and he felt stupid already. Screaming again, and again, he gripped his afro and his lance, and said "******** YOU! ******** you! ******** YOU! YOU MUST LOVE DIET PEPSI, LOVE IT. I'M GUNNA GIT YOU, SUCKA!"

Graver's black circles turned purple, as did the smoke, which wasn't very noticeable. He grabbed the crowbar end, and swung it around like a night stick. A big night stick. All the smoke in the area flew to the ground, and Deborah must have been feeling fat, because the tension in the air was great.

Ledreak charged. Graver came around and went in a vertical slice downward on Deborah, which if she got hit, would have felt like she just got a jet fighter to the face going 200 miles per hour, fully loaded.

Leon noticed her fall. That was the only thing he noticed. HIS subordinate, HIS responsiblity, HIS fellow watch member, Amelia, falling below Kyros, and he knew that with that weapon hand, he was going to be dangerous beyond words. He knew that with just a flick of the wrist, she'd be done for. He whipped Anri, faster, faster!

The only thing he shouted was the name of the one he swore he'd protect... the one he wouldn't let get killed. Not here, not now! " 'MELIAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the Lieutenant, before he hastily put his silver axe to his belt, drawing his Javelin from Anri's side that carried his extra weapons. It would hit faster, harder, and more accurate. The armored horseman rushed straight forward, fiercely burying it into Kyros's arm that held Dullahan, the speed he was propelling himself causing it to dig much deeper than he intended. However, he held the javelin in place fiercely. "Don't ya go lecturin' us 'bout how ya lost yer family! Yer tryin' t' take ours away too! Don't ya preach 't us 'bout grief, sorrow, ya gave 'em t' us already! No more! I ain't gonna let you 'Heroes' take 'way th' only family I ever be knowin'! Never!!!"

Amelia's vision was dimming. She still had her naginata, and she could hear Leon shouting over her. Had he attacked Kyros? It seemed like it; he was sure howling loudly enough in pain. She managed to turn her eyes up as Kyros spoke, her vision starting to dot with black. So much blood...

"F-Finish it?" she managed. There were no other words; she summoned what strength she had left to lunge up at him. Her naginata sliced through his neck, sending out a spray of blood and his life.

With her strength fading, Amelia coughed, closed her eyes, and collapsed once more to the grass, scarcely breathing.

Amelia was hurt. He could feel it. He could always tell when his daughter was in danger. And that sound... it was her voice, asking for help. To him, it carried even across the battlefield. He would be there in a moment, he would rescue his daughter... never again would he allow her to be harmed.

But it seemed he didn't need to. A soldier of some sort, one he didn't know, rode up to him, holding Amelia with him. The girl was injured, and it looked bad... Renault's eyes teared a bit, but he took her swiftly, gently lowering her in his arms. "Thank you... for bringing me my daughter..." The man closed his eyes softly, concentrating on a form of pure magic. There had been enough morphs... enough quintessence. Though he needed it, he could certainly spare enough to save the person he loved most in his life.

From the bishop, the pure energy of life, quintessence, began to flow into Amelia's body. This, more than anything else, would heal her, as the wounds in her body slowly closed, flesh and muscle knitting itself back together as if it had never been injured. There was no scarring. With magical healing, there never would be.

After that kick, Ledreak knew there was a lance coming, it's common knowledge to not let up, and he had been tricked like this before. Many times, really. He took the blow of the kick, used the momentum and flew to the ground, instantly rolling with the smoke lifting high. Ledreak hopped 10 feet, then as he slowly start to come down, the smoke stopped feeling so light. He beamed the lance down to the ground flat sided, and it caused a small shake of the hill. It wasn't a plateau anymore.

It disrupted the rocks and dirt, led ground asunder, and he fell where the lance was; in the middle of the crater. Of course, this wasn't do to much rather than show off and get away from Deborah enough so her counter attacks wouldn't hit him, but it also lead up to what he wasn't planning.

He took Graver in hand again, crowbar end, and swung it the same way he did before. Charging at her, he stopped swinging and spinning it, sliding past Deborah, and getting behind her. Not for long, because she turned around, but he swung from the side he didn't slide from, and leg the lance go in mid swing. Jumped up, and tackled her. She could choose to impale him, and get hit by a truck, or block the truck, and get Ledreak instead. The choice was hers.

Isadora strolled back into the battlefield where she had left Shento and the others. When she looked at her comrades, a grim look appeared on her face.

Both Ziaram and Ed were in the Light Rune. John had been knocked out. And there were no sign of Arashe. This didn't bold well for the paladin.

Isadora turned her attention to Shento, who was next to Melethia, and raised her spear up. "I don't know how you manage to get Melethia into your side. However, I'll ask you to cease your attack. If refuse to do so, then you will let me no choice but to be your opponent."

She admitted that the Sniper Hero was fast after dodging her spear. Even though she was the second fastest paladin in Elibe, she had doubts about defeating him. In addition, she didn't want to fight against Melethia too. She would rather battle against an enemy than her ally, even if she would receive the wounds from the ally. She prayed that St. Elimine was on her side.

Oh, the prostitute was beckoning to him? ...odd. I've already got Victoria, so I've no need to even acknowledge her existence, so- oh, wait, she's... the prostitute is charging at me? Well, then... He put away the Ichival, no need to sully its grace with the blood of a whore, and pulled out his Brave Bow.

"Oh, if only you would, madam! I can't stomach one as... unrefined, one might say, as yourself." He prepared two arrows, the bow string pulled back as far as it would go, as he broke into an amused laugh. "I mean, you've the appearance of a common brothel worker, so I'd not expect you to just 'go away' without trying to proposition me..."

As he released the string, the arrows flew in a direct path into where Melethia was running. And since a running opponent would soon be out of the range of his bow, he placed the Brave Bow back on his back, and unsheathed his stiletto dagger, the blade that won him his earlier fight in the arena. "But I'll humor you, whore, if you so insist."

Ledreak's movements were wild. He simply couldn't be anticipated. Deborah winced as she let him get behind her, and turned around quickly to counter any attack he made. But, to her surprise and utter shock, he managed to launch two simultaneous attacks! "What the-?!" Coming at her was a powerful lance from her level, and the wielder from above. This man was truly insane! She could easily kill him now, but there's no way she'd survive if that lance hit her, and she couldn't take care of the lance and Ledreak at the same time. Still, she had to choose one.

Suddenly, Deborah swung her lance forward and deflected the incoming Graver, sending it flying to the side. Before she could do anything else, she was tackled, and quite possibly glomped in some people's eyes, by her opponent. She was knocked to the ground and her lance flew from hew hand. She had things she wanted to know about this man. She had chosen Ledreak.

So there she was, pinned to the ground, with Ledreak on top of her. Her dreadlocks were spread like a fan behind her, and her chest force upward. She looked up at him, and stared with her ruby eyes, showing no fear, no anger. "Impressive, maan. Ya fight like a wild animal. I like dat, I like it alot. So now what? Ya gunna kill meh? Fine, I lost. But tell meh why. Why are ya fightin' on dat side? Why are ya helpin' da dark god? Ya don't seem da type tah follow da likes o' him." She paused and breathed deeply. "Why are ya here... like dis.. Bein' a disgrace to ya name? ...Eh, Blackie?"