Disclaimer: Holy flaming tampons batman, three chapters in one day! Due to popular demand from one reader and the fear of being decapitated if I don't update soon, I've been working overtime on this motherflooker. Yes. Motherflooker. So...just because I want to make my chapters look longer, I'm doing a slightly different disclaimer today. Ladies and Gentlemen, and Burgandy, please welcome Mr. Orin Stryfe!

Orin: "What the hell?"

Wavemasterkaz: "Hello Orin, you're doing my disclaimer today."

Orin: "No...I'm not." *starts to walk away*

Wavemasterkaz: "You don't want to walk away from me. You want to come do my disclaimer for me." *waves hand mysteriously*

Orin:*turns* "Stop trying to use the Force. You look like an idiot."

Wavemasterkaz: "Come back here and do my disclaimer you spiky headed son of a b-!"

Orin:*sigh* "Fine. Wavemasterkaz does not own Tales of Symphonia. It belongs to Namco, yadda yadda. Yippee, it's done, now f**k off and leave me alone." *leaves*

Wavemasterkaz: "He's such a pleasant young man, isn't he?"

Chapter III

Attack

"This is it..." Lloyd muttered. They were standing outside of a sliding metal door, the one they knew hid Kvar behind it.

"Are you sure?" Genis asked uncertainly. Lloyd nodded.

"Remember what that Desian we caught said?" he replied. "It's the door with the crest on it. I'm sure he's here. I can feel it."

"But what if it's a trap?" Sheena said, her spell cards held at the ready. Kratos turned to her.

"We will just have to be prepared." Was all he said, but he too, was unsure. Would it be this easy?

"What are you waiting for, Kratie? Heeheehee..."

Dammit! What was she playing at? Was that irritating creature really helping Kvar now? He shook his head in anger. Why did he care?

"Then let's go!" Lloyd said, obviously getting impatient. Kratos understood the feeling. "What are we waiting for?"

What are you waiting for? Heeheehee...

"Yes," Kratos agreed. Lloyd opened the door and they stormed inside. Kvar was standing with his back to them, but as he heard them enter, he turned.

"Well, well, well..." he said, chuckling. There was an expression on his face that made Kratos feel very ill at ease as Kvar looked at him. "You've finally made it here, have you Chosen?"

"We came for the people of Luin!" Lloyd said angrily. "Let them go!"

"Hmm?" Kvar turned and looked at Lloyd. A very unsettling grin spread across his face. "Finally," he whispered. "It has finally returned to me!" Lloyd looked at him blankly, as did all of the others. All except Kratos, who knew exactly what this despicable man was talking about.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lloyd demanded. Kvar pointed to his hand.

"You! That exsphere!" he whispered. "Give it to me! It's mine!" Lloyd took a step back, a look of surprise on his face that quickly turned to rage.

"No! This is my mother's keepsake! She left it to me, after you Desians killed her!" he yelled. Kvar chuckled.

"Fool." he said. "I didn't kill your mother. Your father did."

... ... ... ... ... ...

He was running again, but what else was new? He was always running. He could hear the rapid footsteps of his pursuers, but he wasn't worried. They wouldn't be able to catch him. He could hear the wind roaring in his ears and knew that he was running faster than they could ever hope to. But he was tired of always running. It seemed to him that he ran more than he did anything else, something that didn't exactly make him feel better about himself. But he didn't have time to dwell on issues of his self esteem. He had a more important focus right now. He was almost there, so close now...if that kid in red hadn't taken out that one guard, he may have never known where to go...perhaps he should thank him someday. There it was. The door bearing Kvar's insignia. He was so close now...so close. Anticipation rose inside of him, and he was distracted by bloodlust and fantasies of revenge. So distracted that he didn't notice the Desian archer several feet away from his target until he felt the arrow pierce the flesh on his left shoulder. A cry of pain and rage escaped him as he fell, but he quickly regained his footing, startling both the archer who had shot him and the Desians that had been following him.

"What the-?" the archer exclaimed. He was dead before he could finish his sentence, but the attacker was caught off guard by the other two.

No more running..

"Die you little bastard!" He was thrown into a wall before he could turn around. Unfortunately for him, the wall was made of glass and he suddenly found himself on a conveyor belt, along with...people? What? The people were dressed in rags and looked battered and much abused. Of course...this was a human ranch... The two Desians leapt through the shattered glass after him and pushed the prisoners out of the way while they chased after their bloody prey. His arms and face were bleeding badly. There must be dozens of glass shards embedded in his skin... He dodged as many of the ragged people as he could, but it made little difference as his assailants struck out at them every chance they got. Where were these people being sent to? No, that wasn't important. But he was going to fight for them as well. He wasn't going to run anymore.

He turned to his pursuers, and bared his teeth. The two Desians stopped. They were unprepared for such a feral response. Cautiously raising their weapons they slowly advanced toward him, never taking their eyes off of his. He crouched into a ready position, and this too, took them off guard, but after a moment, he realized that they found it funny. They were looking at him like he was some sort of animal...had they recognized him? No, they couldn't, it was so long ago...

"What's the matter, kid?" one of the men taunted. "Don't want to play our games?" The men laughed and blind rage welled up in his chest.

No more running...

"Die!" he snarled, hurtling himself at them. The Desians lowered their weapons in shock, and he caught them both in the chest with his arms, as the three of them crashed through the wall of the conveyor hall, which was also made of glass. The Desians were unprepared for this and the wind was knocked out of them as they hit the ground. They lay there coughing and gasping, while he neatly rolled off of them and leapt backward, back into a crouch.

"What the hell is going on here?" a voice behind him thundered. He turned and his eyes widened.

"You." he snarled. Kvar turned his back on the group of people behind him who were looking at the Desian Grand Cardinal with the same expression of loathing he was sure was plastered on his own face. Kvar however, grinned evilly.

"So!" he said gleefully. "You've decided to join our little party. And here I was, thinking my little product was dead." As Kvar walked toward him he narrowed his eyes and his hand went slowly to his sword...

"I'm going to kill you." he whispered, every syllable dripping with hate. Kvar laughed.

"Now now, is that really any way to talk to your father?" he sneered. "Because really, if you think about it, that's just what I am."

"SHUT UP!" he roared, slashing viciously at Kvar's body. The Cardinal tried to block the attack but failed miserably. "You...What you did to me..." Kvar held his hand to his chest, laughing despite his deep wound.

"Don't you like the results, my little product?" he said, advancing. The group behind Kvar was watching him intently, except for the kid in red. He had his swords at the ready and was looking at Kvar with absolute loathing in his eyes.

"Give me one reason why you deserve to live you disgusting piece of filth!" he screamed. "You don't even know what this does to me! Die you bastard scum! DIE!" He felt the rage take over his body felt his bones shifting into another crouch, then a leap. He was on top of the disgusting creature mercilessly hacking and slashing with the blade of his sword, blinded by rage, he savoured the screams of agony and the blood as it splattered onto his face, into his grinning mouth. The two Desians he'd tackled through the glass wall pulled him off roughly and threw him into a computer of some sort. Unprepared for this attack, he was stunned and lay there with the wind knocked out of him, coughing. He quickly regained himself and readied himself for another attack but the hilt of a sword was suddenly slammed into the back of his head and the edges of his vision went black. The two Desians began savagely beating on him, slashing his arms and back with their swords, kicking his sides and head mercilessly.

He was saved by the kid in red.

End Chapter III

Attack