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The barrel of his right Head flew up to deflect the blade coming at his throat. Grave head butted the attacker, spinning back with the momentum to unravel himself from the chains. Being connected with his opponent, he dislodged the trident and tugged the man towards him. Just as he pulled with enough force to bring a small car flying to his grasp, Grave prepared the right Head and targeted the forehead.

As for the smog, it was a special substance called 'Devil's Clay'. It hardened and merged with any form of living material. This made perfect statues of living specimens, but in this case it was being used to greatly reduce the enemy's movement. Removal is nearly impossible without the necessary solution which only Shadowstep has available. Grave is immune to the effects because he is already dead.

Grave watched as the clay would continue to harden around the man's body. He dropped the trident and drew his left Head, firing more shots which should easily land the target. He directed three shots at the shoulders, two at the knees. The exploding rounds should be enough to shatter the ice and land the joints. Disarming the enemy came first. Grave fired three shots towards the man's chest, which was to lay the opponent on his back and cease persistence.

Grave fired one more shot at the attacker's forehead, waiting for some sign of resign. He didn't understand why the man continued towards him, the battle was long over. Grave emptied the rest of the Right Head's clip, four shots that should have completely rendered his opponent immobile. He holstered the gun and just kept the left Head trained on the neck, waiting for him to get close.

Grave looked up at the black particles, turning and trudging back to where his men awaited him. Eyes downcast, Grave holstered his weapons and made note of the surroundings. The sudden drop in temperature hardly effected the undead juggernaut. The attacker is dead, now all that is needed was to return to Shadow Haven. He couldn't feel the icy bite, the cold touch. Ice formed around the unmoving limbs, slowing him as he walked towards the trucks awaiting his presence. He only broke them off and climbed in with the rest of them.

"Returning to base."

Grave nodded to the others as rumbles and cracks shook the armored truck. Once it had ceased, Grave stepped out of the vehicle, staring at the body of his former opponent and approaching with caution. His left hand rested on the handle of the gun, examining the person one last time.

Grave retrieved the orb, holding it in his grasp and questioning the object. He returned to the truck and took his seat. As they moved along, he continued staring into the sphere. Was this the source of his power? He simply shrugged as he pocketed the object and sat back on their journey home. Questions will have to wait, Grave will simply hand the orb over to Shadowstep for analyzing.

Finally the wind coming back to them being sucked around into the viod once more they shot out like bullets in a shotgun and crashed into something soft that looked of sand. Ryuho now getting up, he looked around to see that they were in now in the desert. "Okay after everyone has lost their lunch, we'll continue on foot from here on out....Zodiac Society is no more then an day and a half from the north here. Catch you're breath and we'll leave here in a couple minutes!" called out Ryuho as he turned away from them.