Her fists slammed into the tabletop. She glared at him through her crystal blue eyes. Straight into his own eyes, also crystal blue. Exactly the same. What would you expect from twins? Both had thick, bright blonde hair with dark brown roots and bang tips. Both were extremely well muscled (although she didn't show it), sturdy, agile, lean and tall. However, their personalities couldn't be more different. Where as she was short-tempered, impatient, rough, and a fight lover, her twin was slow to anger, patient, kind and only rough when he needed to be, and preferred to keep some peace, but it didn't matter; she loved him to death anyway. However, at the moment, she would've loved to just strangle him.

"You really need to just calm down Jez." Torrak said. She snorted.

"Calm down? You want me, to calm down, when you're the one being a complete idiot about this! This could be our only chance and your just gonna flick it off!" she growled angrily.

"Just give it a little time Baby-Girl. You're smart. It'll all make sense when you just calm down and clear your head." He replied. She knew he was right, but there was no way she was going to admit that to him, twin or no twin. She snorted again in anger and waved a hand angrily in dismissal before crossing her arms over her chest.

"Whatever. I'll think on it." She said. Jezra turned abruptly and walked angrily out. She didn't need Torrak. She could do this in her sleep it was so easy. She headed to her workshop, also her room, and grabbed all her weaponry. She threw on her twin double bladed mithrodins, crisscrossing the sheaths across her back, same as always. She sheathed her two long bladed daggers, sticking one in each of her knee high, black, felt boots. She sheathed her Saxe knife in the sheath sewn into the left inside part of her jean jacket. She brushed off her grey tank top she was wearing and gazed around her workshop, being sure she had everything as she grabbed her messenger styled bag and carefully threw it on over her shoulder as it held the bomb she'd need for this job. She turned to leave and was surprised to see Torrak standing in the massive two-door doorway to her workshop, his broadsword hilt sticking up over his left shoulder. He was wearing faded blue jeans, just like she was. He wore a plain brown t-shirt. He had his two knives strapped onto the outside of his legs, as always. His arms were crossed.

"You honestly thought that I would let my only sister go on this alone?" he chuckled as she gave him a weird look. She grinned

"Where are Alec and Riley?" she asked.

"Waiting." He answered. Alec was basically the middle child, at the age of fifteen, just two years younger than his twin older siblings. Riley was the youngest at fourteen. Both had thick, chestnut brown, hair, Riley's with bright blonde streaks flashing through it. Alec had bright green eyes and Riley had a purplish glint to his deep blue eyes. Torrak turned and left with Jezra following closely behind. Alec and Riley were waiting for them outside the huge abandoned warehouse that they had cleaned up years ago with their dad and now called home. Alec wore his own faded blue jeans and a grey shirt under an open, red, plaid shirt. He had his longbow in his right hand and his quiver of twenty blue shafted arrows sticking up over his right shoulder. He carried a short sword in its leather bound sheath on his left side. Riley wore a dark orange shirt under a jet black hoodie. He wore his leather strap full of throwing knives and daggers diagonally across his chest from his left shoulder down to his right hip. He had his leather sling and his pouch of pebbles, cushioned to remain silent while he was spying, in his hoodie pocket. All three boys wore black Nikes and had a gold earring through the bottom of their left ear. They were ready. Torrak led the way off, Jezra to his right side and barely half a step behind, Alec and Riley just behind them.

It wasn't long before they were all up on a roof overlooking a dark and dimly lit street. Jezra paced impatiently on the edge of the roof while her twin stood a pace back from the edge, following her with his eyes, ready to catch her if she started to fall, even if he knew she wouldn't. Alec was perched up on the roof of the rooftop water tower a few steps back from them, longbow in his hand with an arrow already loosely nocked to the string, ready to draw and fire when the time came. Riley sat at the base of a large, arcing skylight, leaning all the way back against it. His eyes were closed, but his siblings knew better than to think he was asleep. He was as alert as ever and ready for action in a moment's notice. Soon after, there was the sound of a lone vehicle driving down the street. It slid to a halt outside a warehouse door. Jezra had stopped pacing, Torrak had stopped watching her, Alec had stood up on the water tower and Riley had opened his eyes, resting his right hand on his favorite throwing knife.

The driver's side door of the van opened and the driver stepped out, the passenger soon following. Torrak and Jezra looked at each other and grinned. Their intel had been correct. The Kraang were back in this area of NYC. Jezra quietly unsheathed her twin long bladed daggers, twirling them expertly. She'd use her mithrodins later. She looked to her right, smiling at her three brothers standing there; silent, armed and ready for action. Alex had his longbow up, ready to draw and fire when signaled. Riley twirled his favorite throwing knife in his right hand while holding his favorite long bladed dirk steadily in his left. Torrak held his broadsword in a two handed grip. He lifted up one hand and held up three fingers and mouthed the count down until his hand was a clenched fist. He pointed it at their target and the siblings split up.

Alec remained on the roof while Riley silently moved into position through some back alleys and rooftops, onto the roof of the building next to the Kraang warehouse. Torrak and Jezra waited in the shadows down on the street. All before the two Kraang had moved to the back of their van and threw open the door to reveal more inside with one of their alien weapons in a crate. Torrak raised his hand, all fingers up, and nodded to Riley who took out his sling and loaded it, beginning to twirl it, gaining speed and power as it circled at his side. Torrak made a sudden fist and Riley shot the iron shod pebble, aiming for the Kraang who was carrying the front of the weapon. The shot was true and the Kraang-droid dropped to the ground, a small hole through its forehead. Not even half a second after, a volley of blue shafted arrows slammed into them. Torrak and Jezra then charged them quietly.

No battle cries.

No threats.

Nothing.

Dead silence.

The twins were like silent wraiths as they pounced upon the Kraang from the shadows, just as another volley of arrows slammed into the Kraang. More started to flood out of the building. Jezra lunged at two, slamming her daggers into each of their heads before yanking them out, flinging them at a bunch of others. Torrak swung his broadsword, cleaving a cluster of three in half at the waist. Alec and Riley were soon with them, Alec swinging his short sword, Riley twirling two of his dirks. Torrak cleaved another Kraang-droid in half and then gave a whistle, calling his siblings to his side. Then, they charged the Kraang-droids bringing out their latest weapon. While her brothers led the way, Jezra took out her latest bomb from her messenger style bag. She set the charge for ten seconds, plenty of time for her and her siblings to get clear. The boys slammed into the Kraang, wiping them completely out in a matter of seconds. They caught the crate and set it down. Jezra hacked a hole into its side, big enough to fit the bomb in, and slapped it onto the weapon. She started its charge.

"RUN!" she yelled. Her brothers turned and booked it, Jezra bolting after them. She was a few yards away when a Kraang-droid with the Kraang still inside, grabbed her ankles. She tripped and scrambled up, kicking it off, but she knew it was too late to run. The bomb went off, blowing her back the few paces to the wall. She slid to the sidewalk, out cold.

"JEZRA!" Torrak screamed as he watched his twin get blown back by the small blast from her own bomb. He began to run to her, but his brothers stopped him. He looked back at them, eyes filled with fury and anguish. Alec pointed and Torrak saw more Kraang-droids pouring out of the warehouse. They didn't see Jezra since she was hidden in shadow beside a large garbage bin.

"What help are we gonna do her if we get taken down?" Riley said. He was trying to hold back tears and it was obvious by the catch in his voice. Torrak was torn but he realized the truth in his brother's words. Besides, he was almost certain there was no way she would be seen. He pivoted towards the other way and bolted down the street, his two remaining siblings following on the route back to the warehouse.