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As Logan stepped back and readied himself for another attack, Dusk stepped in. "You truly thought he would win? How many of you idiots are there? It seems the only one that respects my power is Sil...what?!"
Logan turned around to find an empty graveyard. "No matter. Its not that big of a deal to find him again."
He eyed the dagger warily, but wasn't too concerned. "So you want to know whats going on. Fine, i'll tell you as long as it will shut up your blatherings so we can end this. Why I want Silver is obvious. I was the one that turned him and thus...he's mine. Though I don't think I want him anymore. Lycans being with vampires. I can tell that you are the alpha. How could you let that happen?
And don't call me rouge. My pack has been separate for a long time...long enough for all of you to stop calling us rogue and remembering us as a separate entity.
Does that answer all of your questions?

The tombstone was oddly fresh. So was the gravedirt that didn't end up under the gravedigger's nails, now sacred soil for some witch coven that didn't know night from day. It should have been bigger. It should have been a grand masolium, the final resting place of a great warrior, one who stood his ground like an iron bar and hit just as hard. Not a small, ebony cross with just the initials "K.M." scarred into it. They didn't even look professional set, as if someone had used a round tipped chisel, like a child with a marker, knowing the destination but unable to walk there.

The tiny black diamond would have to do. His only morner was on her knees, picking apart a withering rose. Tears should have been falling, just like the grave should have been bigger.

"He was a good kid." she said. "Sweet, slender, and slick." She flicked her smoke at his headstone, and started the process of regathering her massive ponytail. "Just... too goddamn slow, I guess."

She took out her smith and wesson .500, and shook a bullet out of the cylender. "I'll miss you Kai..." she smiled sickly. "Or at least, a few key parts of you. I'd keep the bullet, you're going to need it in hell."

She flipped the shell, catching it back in its home, spinning the barrell, firing at him well below the earth, digging her heels in and taking off neigh defying vision till the thunderclap of her shot finally erupted. She lept from tombstone to tombstone, almost appearing to simply teleport at the speed she went. She whistled as she went, a slow, sad dirge to leave that air of depression echoing in her wake. Not that she could hear it...

She suddenly paused atop a Masoleum. "Well well..." she thought. "Trouble."

She poised herself to take off running, and snapped off three shots at the various drawn weapons. She bolted away, stifling her comment to keep the anger going...

"Catch!" she thought. It was almost impossible not to laugh. She also knew that if they caught her they'd prolly tear her in half like a newspaper. But long ago she'd sacrificed all the other possible trainings for her speed and she'd be damned if she was going to stand and fight.

Problem was, she already was damned. She made a beeline for the gate, hopping on graves again. Chances of them disturbing this emotional moment for her though, well, were slim to none.

"I say you have no position to bargin." Jaden snarled. He flexed his fingers, everything was back to normal. "You think to highly of yourself, reminds me alot of someone else I don't like." he looked up but this time his eyes were different, they were bright and held an unnatural light, they seemed almost demonic.

"I could call in my pack at any time, you idiot. I just wanted to deal with this myself. If you get any more here, then I am afraid i'm going to have to call them in and many on both of our sides will die. Is that what you want?" Logan stept back when Dusk attacked. "I ask you again...is that what you want?" Then he stopped and let Dusk hit him. Cuts appeared all over his face, but he bore it.

"Not likely though is it?" Jaden snarled stepping up next to Dusk. "You don't like to lose do you?" he said to Logan.

Logan listened to Dusk and watched Jaden. "It seems that I cannot beat the both of you, but I will not leave Silver. He wasted 10 years of my life and I will have my revenge for him ruining it all. I will be back to get him...later. I will have to find a way to get around the both of you." He stepped back and turned around walking away. "You can attack me right now, but that wouldn't be honorable to attack someone in the back, would it?" Logan then continued to walk away.

"LISTEN TO ME!" He cried out in heated, angry passion, "Just forget him! It's not worth it! GO BACK TO YOUR PACK!" He panted, looked down and let him go. Then he swore, punching the ground.
Something about the lycan hit home. He was willing to exchange his pack for a life. Suddenly, in that moment, Dusk realised he'd been to instigated recently in his own matters. That's how Silver had been captured. He'd not paid attention.
Slowly getting up, he took a breath and gave a fake smile to Jaden.
"Leave him, Jaden. Go check Silver. Logan's no threat for now, but we keep Silver under full survalience. I'm told Myyth needs me." He took up his sword and started slowly.