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William abandoned his breakfast and followed Matt and Ty as the two of them headed for the Arena. Will made sure to inform a guard to run to Kimiko and have her come to the Arena as well. He was sure that this friendly sparring match was going to end with some serious injuries.
The three of them walked their way across the grounds, up to, and into the Arena. They rode the elevator up to one of the top floors, where most of the biggest rings were. They exited the elevator on the top floor, which was domed in thick glass.
There was only a single ring on this level, and it was the largest in the Arena. Their were tiered benches arrayed around the ring with an open area between them and the ring itself, which was enclosed in a huge, polished, steel cage. The cage was disassembleable, for when the Corps. put on competitions. The crowds generally found it more appealing to not have bars in the way, and more exciting knowing that the fighters they were watching could come flying into their midst.
William took a seat near the top of the benches, about as far from the ring as he could get. He had little faith that those bars would contain these particular two fighters, and he didn't want a front row seat when he was proved right.
Matt and Tyrone walked to the ring and let themselves in. Tyrone came in second, and latched the door securely behind them. They took positions opposite each other and began warming up.
Will was watching this with interest. He had seen both of these Hunters fight many times, but that was always in a friendly sparring manner. As two of the most powerful Hunters in the Corps. He knew they would be testing themselves against each other. This would be a very serious, very real, battle.
While these thoughts were swirling in Williams mind a Guard led Kimiko to him.
"Thank you." She said to the Guard as he left and she took a seat next to Will.
"What do you think?" Will asked her.
"They're excited. And determined. I think I can see that Ty is... worried... though." Kimiko responded, gazing intently at the two fighters.
"Worried about what?"
"I'm not really sure. He doesn't seem to be concerned for his own wellbeing, though. I can only guess that he's afraid of hurting Matt."
"After all that boasting he's still gonna hold back?"
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Kimiko replied.
Down in the ring the two warriors had finished their stretches and warm ups. They took their stances, and prepared to do battle.

There was tremendous crashing clanging sound as Tyrone swung his huge sword at Matt, and the armored warrior simply put is hands out to catch the blade. Matt's heavy gauntlets withstood the assault, taking not even a dent, though maybe a scratch to the paint job. The force of the swing pushed Matt back a foot or two, though he stayed on his feet.
"Haha!" Matt crowed, "Not as easy as it used to be, huh?"
"We'll see," Tyrone said.
Tyrone stepped into Matt's range of attack, reversing his grip on his sword as he did. He threw his weight against the younger fighter and, catching Matt by surprise, knocked him to the floor.
Matt quickly rolled to one side and hauled himself back to his feet. He was just in time to notice that Tyrone had reversed his grip again and was bringing the massive weapon sailing in from the opposite direction this time. Matt threw his arms up before him, catching the blow against the backs of his gauntlets. He was thrown again but managed to roll over backwards this time and come up in a low crouch, with his feet under him.
Tyrone followed him the whole way and was already swinging again by the time Matt completed his roll. A powerful overhead swing that was more than capable of splitting the younger Hunter in half.
Matt again barely noticed the incoming attack in time. This time he was braced and ready. He crossed his gauntlets above his head and took the full force of the blow, feeling it vibrate down through his arms and into his shoulders and back. He took the blow though, then, gathering himself, he burst up to his feet and pushed the sword off of himself.
Tyrone was caught off guard by Matt's choice of reaction. He had guessed that he would dodge instead of taking the force of the blow. When Matt force himself up Ty's sword was thrown up and over his head.
Matt stepped right up to Ty, closing the distance between them to only a foot. He grinned, and started his assault. Punches hammered against Ty's ribs one after another. Matt was in his comfort zone here, up close inside his opponent's defenses, where he could freely wreak havok. That is until Ty brought the pommel of his sword down onto his shoulder.
"Holy crap." William said, observing from up in the stands. "They're gonna tear each other apart."
"And they're both still holding back." Kimiko said

Kiro had come along just behind Emma, hearing her last words. He put his hand on Emma's shoulder, "I'll bet you anything you want that Matt will win this one" and then Kiro walked up to sit on the empty side of William. He hunched forward a little and watched Matt and Tyrone go at it with a lazy expression that sort of looked like he just woke up.

Kiro's limp arm raised up enough just to set the papers of the next mission details on William's lap. "We got another one..." Kiro stated in a boring tone. It seemed like Kiro was in a daze of some kind ever since last night.

"Tyrone has gotten kinda rusty last I remember..." Kiro mumbled quietly.

"He's pulling his punches a bit. Kimiko... His emotions are so contained because he's forcing it..." Train declared. He had set aside his hatred for the blind woman for now. Besides, depending on how the fight went he might have to work with her and Emma to fix everything.

Emma however, ignored him. "Tyrone's not getting rusty. Without his fire he was even starting to struggle a little with the whelp." Emma said, indicating Isaac, who started to make a little noise at being called whelp. "True he was going kind of easy, but that's not the point." Noticing that Kiro had given William papers, she assumed what they were for. "Remember what I suggested earlier." Emma didn't plan on forcing the issue. She just wanted to make sure that William really thought it through. She still didn't like to see or know that her friends were dying unneeded deaths.

As Matt put on his angry face, Emma grinned. "Nonsense William. This is when it gets good. But uh... Kimiko and Train, be ready to hinder both of them. Kiro and Will, one of you may also want to be ready."

Matt stopped advancing when he was just outside of the range of Ty's sword, which given the size of the sword was still a fair distance.
Ty had not moved, but the muscles of his arm were bunched, ready to swing his sword with all power at a moments notice.
"Dear god, I can't watch this anymore." Will said up in the stands. He had no problems watching a friendly sparring match, in fact he rather enjoyed it. But as far as he was concerned, this was getting a bit too serious. "Somebody tell me when they're done." He said, and spun around in his seat to face the opposite direction. He opened the file Kiro had given him and began to peruse.
Down in the ring the two Hunters stood facing each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Screw this, I never was the patient type. Matt thought.
The flame fisted Hunter darted to one side, a quick shift and then switched back towards Ty.
Ty responded with an immediate swing of his massive sword, left to right, across his body. thinking to knock the other Hunter back again and keep him where his fists would do him no good.
Even as the sword began moving Matt flared his fires up around his entire body, just a quick flash, and allowed them to extinguish themselves as they rose away from him. He dropped into a low crouch, keeping one gauntlet up to cover his face in case he was still too high. He had been counting on the flash of his flames to temporarily blind Ty to his movements, but it had done the same to him.
He heard the huge sword swoosh by overhead. Matt leapt forward and closed the distance between himself and Ty again. He swung in hard, igniting his fists as he did. He made a heavy impact on the first swing, his fist crashing against Ty's ribs and leaving scorch marks on his jacket.
Ty was caught off guard by Matt's use of his flames as a mere distraction, and again by the first jarring impact of his fist. Ty knew he would take more of the same before he could break away again, too. He rolled the handle of his massive sword over in his hand, reversing his grip, taking more hits at the same time, and then swung in with the weapon, pommel first.
Matt had anticipated this, not intending to fall for the same trick twice. He brought his left arm up and caught the pommel directly on the guard on his forearm.
Ty smiled, he had anticipated Matt's anticipation and used his sword pommel attack as a feint. The real attack fell while Matt was swinging in with his other fist again. Tyrone's own fist, his left, came up in a quick uppercut, catching Matt directly on the chin.
Matt fell back, barely maintaining his footing as his tears filled his eyes. He blinked them away just in time to feel a hand grab him by his bruised jaw and crank his head back down a bit.
Ty jerked Matt's head by the chin so that he was looking almost directly at him, then lunged forward and slammed his forehead into Matt's face.
Matt fell back, this time all the way to the floor. If he had thought his eyes had been watering before he had not had long to wait to be proven wrong. He could feel blood flowing down his face from his nose. He exhaled, breathing out small flames, and sealing the burst veins in his nose in the process. He blinked the tears out of his eyes again just in time to see that Ty wasn't going to be cutting him any breaks this time.
Tyrone descended upon Matt with a heavy overhead swing.
Matt rolled, barely making it out of the way as the blade slammed into the ground, smashing and cutting into it. He threw himself to his feet at the same time that Ty stepped in towards his sword.
Ty now stood on the opposite side of his blade from Matt, near to the base of the grip. He levered the blade out of the floor and then pulled on the grip, using his own body as a fulcrum. The blade lashed out towards Matt, Ty turning it as it did so that it was aimed edge first.
Matt had just enough time to prepare himself. He waited until the blade was almost upon him and dove at it slamming both fists down on it in a double hammerfist, driving the blade down towards the ground again. He rolled over the blade as he pushed it down. He was relying on Ty's strength to keep the blade stable enough for such a maneuver, but his faith was well placed. Ty refused to relinquish his sword and Matt rolled over it to his feet on the other side. He landed with both feet on the ground and brought his forward momentum down, collecting it, then reversed it's direction bringing his right fist up in a right hook with his entire weight behind it.
The blow struck square on the side of Tyrone's jaw and even he, the strongest of the Hunters, was thrown back by the weight of the punch. Ty hit the ground several feet from where he had just been standing, landing on his back, his sword making a tremendous crashing sound as it, too, hit the floor.
Damn. He's good... Ty thought as he lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling.
Ty rolled to one side and began pushing himself to his feet. Matt still stood where he had been when he counterattacked. He stood tall, shoulders back, defiance in his eyes, and also a gleam of exhilaration.
Ty rose to his feet and swung his sword back behind his body, preparing it for maximum swinging force. Matt's right fist burst into brilliant blazing flame.
The two of them eyed each other for another moment before they both burst into a sprint, full speed, at each other. Matt drew back his fist and Ty gathered his strength. As they closed they both struck out, fist thrusting and blade swinging. Matt brought up his left fist to intercept Ty's attack again. The two attacks hit. Matt's fist connecting with Tyrone's face again, just underneath his eye, and Ty's sword striking Matt across the armguard again.Both Hunters were thrown back by the impact.
Ty flew back and landed on his back again. Matt was thrown against the cage bars again. Neither moved from where they landed.
"Had enough yet?" Matt asked from where he was slumped up against the bars of the cage.
"I'll never have enough." Ty responded from where he lay.
"Should we continue, then?"
"Another time, I think."
"I agree. This could probably go on for quite a while."
"Yes. You are much stronger than the last time we fought."
"Told ya."
"I'm gonna have to start training seriously again, before you surpass me."
"And I'll just have to keep training even harder then, to make sure I do."

Kiro sat silently as the battle between Matt and Tyrone ended. As I sort of thought, sparring is kind of pointless unless one is trying to learn from the other. You can't go all out either unless you're both prepared to die too. Gah, not my kind of thing.

"The match is over William. So, what do you think of the mission? I picked Issac and you to go with me. They even gave me a choice to go it alone." Kiro spoke to William.

Kiro sighed, "Yeah, but I just figured I would take our new team on a new mission."


(( s**t I have to go. Lol I just started posting when my father came in and is like come help us out now! ))