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Tempest looks back behind him with a raised brow at the sound of the debris moving and to the young man's voice, his eyes widening at the sight of him still being able to stand afterward. This came as no surprise seeing how he threw such a powerful kick that he would have defenses to rival such strength, however the mystery still remained how he could withstand such damage without seeing his manner of defense. Now giving more priorities to him, the grin appears again together with his opened eyes.

"Hey now. Another strong challenger." He counted on his fingers, three of his digits being raised in an excited, child-like gesture, "And that makes three. Finally! This mission just got a whole lot better! It's time to work off that nap and get the blood pumping!" He happily shouted, doing a celebratory fist-pump. "Whatever attention I didn't give you before, you have it now. "

He chuckles a bit before bursting out into a loud, hearty laugh, tears rolling down his face, however, there was a strange event that occurred. Things around him began to shake very slightly, not noticeable from outside the buildings but being inside was a different story. Random objects could be heard falling and breaking against the ground, storefronts and windows shattering from the pressure. After a minute, the laughter slowly waned as Tempest held his sides, wiping away the tears from his face.

"Oh my! That joke was quite funny!" He said, giggling between some of his words and still trying to catch his breath while recovering from his fit. "Aw, what's the matter? You look so bitter. At least try to enjoy yourself before and while we fight." The laughter ceased as he looked onto Fozzil, seeing how he didn't share the same since of humor. "You know what's your problem? You should smile more. Try it sometime." Following his own advice, one appeared on his face, the ease not affecting the tension.

"Aw, it seems we've come to a misunderstanding once again." He frowned while shrugging, the lighthearted air of his laugh withered away to a more sadder tone, but some still remained through his teasing and almost sarcastic gesture.

"Forget the issue of the whole mass raid and hostage thing, which is something I didn't condone, but the purpose, the reason why you're fighting and who you're up against." He spoke casually, dismissing the current situation of the city's condition, taking a few circling steps around his opponent, motioning with his hands.

"Of course I do agree, the reasons why you fight may be... less enjoyable," He paused. "...and even more so when one's under the weighted pressure of duty, or self given responsibility they owe to someone else, but each person has a different reason to fight and it ALWAYS conflicts with another. A perfect example? Us. Here in this place." He shouts outward into the city with his arms open wide, looking around at the buildings as if he were a familiar citizen.

"As much as I'm here to look after the bumbling fools while they retrieve the "Dragon Kid", my purpose for fighting is FAR different then helping out. It's like an. escape to me." He tightens his fist and places it on his chest, looking up at the sky. "The thrill of a good fight, the constant rush of knowing that you and you opponent are equally matched, the trading of fierce blows, or even better, when thought arises that they could be stronger than you and how one wrong move could prove to be your last battle. Oh, it's just something I can't feel doing anything else! It's exhilarating!" He says, his words moving faster from his mouth with each description, his tone of voice also growing louder until ending with a frantic shout.

"And now that I'm in this state, it's a little difficult to contain all of this pent up energy and contain myself any longer. So, come at me, I say! Let us conflict our reasons to fight with our fists to see who's resolve is stronger!" He shouts to Fozzil as he roughly bucks his knuckles together, a loud clang sound erupts from his fists like metal hitting against each other as the identical metallic design from his other also appears, the various lines of black now glow with a green color.

"Now that's more like it!" He whole-heartily laughed while pointing in Fozzil's direction, the miniature shock-wave from before knocking away some of the debris both fighters created. Clenching his fist once again, he prepares to throw a punch, the rings around his metallic began revving at a high speed as he launches it forward, the air breaking on impact and the gears coming to a halt.

The distance between Tempest and his opponent was great, the close range attack couldn't possibly had made contact... right? Wrong. With no visible indication, there was an impact on Fozzil's chest where a slight indent appeared, not as strong as his previous throw, but enough to knock the him off of his feet.

Tempest was thrown into the air with his pursuer trailing right behind him, his air-tossed body that spun around in ragged motion, quickly stabilizing and repositioning himself, his body facing down towards at Fozzil with the same wide grin on his face. "And reducing yourself to my level by throwing me instead of following one's own advice fares any better? Not a very wise choice." He shouted as he readied himself for Fozzil's oncoming attack, the same metallic material that was on his arms began to form around his lower legs, starting from his knees to his feet with the same rings in number appearing around his calves and shins with many of the same details.

The gears from all of his limbs began revving again, lunging both of his fists in his opponent's direction as they came to a stop, the impact broke through the air again and slowed Fozzil's speed and height towards him, the punch this time being more of a defensive maneuver. All the rings come to halt as his slowed, stable ascent is replaced with Tempests' speed increase, crashing into Fozzil at a high speed and right back into the ground below them, crumbling on impact with an even stronger shock-wave that leveled more of the surrounding area.

As Tempest stood over his unconscious opponent, his smile slowly formed into a frown as his remained unmoved. "Aw come on, it wasn't that rough of a landing! Stop joking with me and get up already." He said as he shook his body lightly, escalating to it being more frantic. With no response, he released him from his grasp, letting him rest on the crater.

"Well, at least he's still alive. He didn't seem like a bad guy either, and he's pretty strong too! Hmm. It's a shame we met under these circumstances... but we'll meet again for a rematch." He said to himself, his voice lingering with sadness as he dusts off himself and his opponent in a polite gesture, walking out of the crater onto the ground above.

"Now, where are those twins? We still have some business to settle!" He purposely shouted, looking around in search of the missing sisters as he cracked his knuckles again with a smile on his face.

Not one was in sight when he called out to the twins, the smile on his face slowly forming into a frown. "What the~? Are they trying to make a break for it after wanting to fight? Man, that's so lame!" He whined, kicking up some dirt from beneath his feet.

"Or maybe... it's some sort of challenge?" He pondered, rubbing the small stubble under his chin, "Yeah, like the hunt!" He snapped his fingers at the thought, immediately perking up as the smile now reappeared. He lowered his body to the ground in a track runner' starting position, knees bent and arms extended, holding up his lower body and his head low.

"But if they think they can escape from a soldier who specializes in urban warfare, they're so wrong!" He said energetically as he raised his head with the same smile with his knees straight, "Ready or not, here I come!" All the gears on his limbs began to rev before Tempest shot off at a high speed, becoming a blur of green as he dashed towards the sisters.

A thought came to him as he ran, from all the noise he made and the speed he moved, he could possibly be seen coming from behind, or maybe they moved to higher ground. So with a single bound he leaps up into the air and right past the escaping sisters, catching sight if them. "Gotcha!" He turned in the air, crash landing on the ground below a few feet in front of them, walking out of the large cloud of dust he kicked up.

"Tsk, tsk ladies! And here I thought you would at least wait your turn. But then again, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise of showing my stuff in a fight you're not in." His appearance being different than the last time they saw him, his arms and legs being covered in an metallic material. "Now before I was rudely interrupted, how about that fight? And this time, 'no' and an 'escape' isn't an acceptable answer." He said, readying himself once again.

Ana looks over the horizon only to see those goons getting ready to set sail with Zero in their custody "(Guess that guy couldn't handle him after all... This is bad we don't have time for this)" Ana Thinks to herself

"Heh i guess i get my wish after all..." Ana says as she prepares herself"

"Yeah way to go sis you and your big mouth" Kat says as she prepares herself
"Kat go after the kid i'll distract him while you make a run for it got it?" Ana says in a low voice Kat looking uneasy about the whole thing "Ana just be careful okay? something still isn't right"

"Same to you hope this works on my mark ready....... GO" Ana says giving Kat the signal

Ana jumps high up and lunges at the enemy sword out and extended. as Kat makes a dash towards the ship.