The Guilty Gear Series is property of Daisuke Ishiwatari, Arc System Works, and Sammy Corporation. All other major characters are property of Author 'Person with many aliases'

But why does everybody keep forgetting about Arc System works? They're the guys who do most of the game programming; Sammy just does the selling.

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Lancer ran. No, rather he stumbled most of the time while leaning on the walls, running when his body could give him the adrenaline needed. He needed to keep running; lest he let that… thing catch up to him and finish its so-called 'rites of justice' on him. His countless wounds burned, and made his world seem to spin and blur with pain. He wasn't quite sure where he was running, as long as it was away from that thing that followed him. Rounding a corner, Lancer found the side street he was running through led him to a dead end, the barriers created by the surrounding buildings. Lancer's breath started to quicken to the frightened pant, as the shoved his bloody hand into his pocket and whipped out a small knife. Turning around he saw his adversary.

"See how the hunter has switched places with you, masters?" The young voice said at Lancer.

"Get away from me! I'll kill you if you get any closer, you FREAK!" Lancer cried back, the last reserves of adrenaline kicking in.

"I'm afraid I cannot live up to your expectations, bounty hunter. I have to meet the wishes of my masters." The figure closed in on Lancer. Despite it being a fair size smaller than Lancer himself, he became filled with fear as it approached.

"St- stay back! I'm warning you!" The figure continued to approach. Unable to contain the anxiety and the shaking of his hands no more, Lancer thrust forward with his knife.

He fell back onto the ground screaming in agony, as his leg was ripped off.

"JESUS CRHIST!!"

The figure made no notice of the blood that painted it. "Oh come now, you sound like you never knew the pain. But several weeks ago you killed master Blackwing. Took his leg as trophy and left him to bleed to death. What is sown is bound to be reaped."

"Don't kill me! Please! I won't do it again! I promise!"

"Since when did humans keep promises?"

The remainder of the hour was filled with blood and agony

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Ky Kiske stared grimly at the corpse. It had been very literally ripped to shreds, with the rib cage pulled apart and internal organs littered all about, Ky didn't feel like even thinking about the head of the victim at the moment. Along with him was officer Carol, possibly the only other man who wouldn't puke on first sight of the victim.

Ky Kiske started first, both not adverting their gaze at the mess of flesh, "Who is he?"

Carol flipped through some papers attached to a clipboard. "Name Lancer Krayt, his age thirty five, profession bounty hunter."

A momentary silence between the two as Ky continued to look at Lancer. Ky then spoke up, "What do you think of this?"

"Well, obviously the same guy as the last murder the few weeks back. Way to much similarities to ignore."

"I think that too."

"But the funny thing is what killed him. It looks like a animal tore the guy apart, but the signature needs a precision of a man." When Carol was referring to the 'signature' he was talking about the decapitated leg nearby, the only body part that wasn't horribly mauled to pieces. Just like the murder the few weeks back, where another bounty hunter was torn to shreds, but his eyes where removed from the body and left untouched.

"So now what sir?" Carol asked Ky

"Sweep the place for evidence and take the body. Inform any relations to this man about his death. I'll look into this case personally."

"Yes sir."

Ky gave one more glance to the body being wrapped up and placed inside a large police vehicle and gave a sigh.

Come on, no time for that. I've got a job to do… Ky soon quickly joined in the search for clues.

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"Master Blackwing has been avenged, master" The small figure talked to empty confines of its hotel room.

[You have done well slave. Sleep quickly tonight; Lord Nightburn will be moving you soon for the next battle.]

"Yes master." The figure then slipped under the covers of the bed and fell asleep without a noise made.

And so the cat and mouse game began.