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Isaac didn't mind his hair being messed up, all he did was shake it down for a hair style anyway. When Emma was finished he did just that, shaking his head a little violently, but quickly. And of course, after the shaking, he had to nod to Matt. "Gene Clancy... I don't get a very good vibe from him..." Isaac thought, he had felt funny just when Gene walked past. He turned his attention then to the bloodlust rolling off of Emma.

"What!" Emma shrieked when Kiro asked who she was. "How the hell do you not know who I am!?" Emma was tempted to punch him, stab him, and go sulk in a corner all at the same time. She turned to Isaac then, "You're getting bumped to the back of the line. I'm killing him in that arena!" Emma yelled defiantly. Whether or not Kiro remembered her from this, didn't matter.

Train whistled a little as he passed Malkin on his way away from the Storage building. He needed to pick up more tag seals. He had been busy with some random hunters from around the headquarters earlier. It was about time for him to drop several off and pick up some new ones, obviously. He had finally gotten the chance to do so, but what he really wanted to do was eat. He was even crankier than usual when he didn't eat.

Both eyes were half closed when the women gave him the seals. Even though she was in a decent mood from Malkin's visit, she knew better than to try and mince words with Train when he wasn't the one that struck up the conversation. He grabbed the seals and stalked out, giving a small wave of gratitude, that was very forced. His next stop was the Mess Hall. And he was going to tear the throat out of anyone that dared to speak to him. And he always walked as if he was going to shoulder tackle someone, preparation in case someone approached him on his right side.

Turning a corner once away from the group he kept looking for the cafeteria, lost again.
"God I hate this damn building. Can't find anything. My own fault but still," Malkin trailed off noticing the guy he passed while leaving the seal place, he noticed he was rather pissed off. Hell, he might know where the cafeteria is. he thought to himself following behind him a little, waiting for a moment to ask, but completely unhurried in looking for the moment.

William followed after Sol, informing Harry on the way out that the cage needed to be cleaned, and stepped into the elevator. He instructed the crank men to take the lift back up to the ground floor. When the lift opened to the correct floor William stepped out into the lobby.

"Are you going to come with, or do you wanna wait in one of the arenas?" William asked of his friend.


Matt leaned down and nudged Isaac, gesturing at the other two Hunters. "Check this out. I think Kiro's gonna get his butt whupped." He whispered to The smaller Hunter.

William turned to the crank men. "Arena number 3, 3rd floor." He shifted his attention back to Sol, "I'll be back in just a little while. Try not to get too bored waiting for me."

William turned about and walked out of the Arena building. He made his way southwest of the center of the Corps, to the building designated Sealed Fiend Spirit Storage. He entered the building and went up to the low counter, behind which sat a middle aged woman. He knew this woman as Joan.

"Hey, Joan, how are you today?" William asked.

"Good, been a slow day. Actually, it's been a slow week."

"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll pick up again soon. Give those fiends the slightest reprieve and they spread like wildfire, reaping destruction as they go. Give it a couple days, max, and we'll be bringing in seals by the hour. By the way, I happen to have one here."

"You had a mission?"

"Nah, just some training."

"Oh, well, alright. give it up."

William handed over the scroll and signed the sheet that she passed across to him. He passed it back after scrawling his name on the line.

"I'll take care of the rest of the paper work." Joan said.

"Thanks, Joan, you're awesome. Have a good day." William said to her.

"You too."

William walked out of the building and bgan making his way back to the Arena.

William entered the Arena and walked across the lobby to the lift, which still wasn't all the way back down, where it normally stayed until called for. It only took a few moments for the the crank men to lower the lift back to the ground floor, they engaged the locks and pulled the gates open so that William could enter.

"Third floor, right?" One of them asked.

"Third floor, yes, thank you." William answered.

The crank men disengaged the locks and lifted the platform up the three levels to the 3rd Arena. They reengaged the locks and opened the gate and William walked out, thanking them again as he did.

William walked out to one of the four circular arena rings on the third floor to see Sol with his staff whirling around him, seeming almost likt a solid disk of metal in front of him.

"Nice form, Sol, but you'll need more than basics to take me on." William said as he stepped up into the ring, drawing his katana backwards with his right hand and flipping it around into a normal grip. He reached around behind with his left hand and drew his kukri knife from it's sheathe on the back of his waist. "Ready for this, Sol? Let's give each other everything we've got."

William snapped his weapons out to his sides, low and at 45 degree angles to his body. His eyes narrowed as he focused his attention, readied his mind for the impending battle. He breathed in deeply and then exhaled slowly calming himself and tensing his body simultaneously. He advanced slowly, steadily. His mind and body ready, his weapons extensions of himself. He neared his opponent, Sol, stepping just inside his range of attack. He paused there, for a moment, to see if the other man would take the initiative and launch the first strike.

"I learned long ago, and gained many scars in the process, that rushing headfirst into battle is not always the wisest course." William retorted.

William suddenly burst into motion. dropping forward into a low stance while twisting slightly and lunging forward in a straight thrust with his katana, Legacy. He kept his left hand at his side, kukri clasped tightly, ready to deflect any counterattacks.

William allowed his blade to be deflected to the side and simultaneously whipped his left hand up bringing the bent blade of his kukri in line with Sols coming right handed strike. He kept his left hand up, to keep the staff section locked against it, and snapped his right blade, his katana, up and over Sols leading left staff section aiming for a shallow thrust towards the other mans head and neck area.