"Project DIV, Di Immortales Venandi. That's an ancient dialect, a sort of precursor to the language we speak today, in roughly translates to 'Immortal Huntsmen'. As I'm sure you're aware, the use of properly trained huntsmen in armed forces is common nowadays. Throughout history, wealthy individuals had hired some of the less reputable ones to take care of little problems for them, sometimes Sallow-related, sometimes not, though as these huntsmen were operating outside of the authority of the academies, they were classified as 'vagabonds' instead. Huntsmen were heavily involved in the Helysian civil war, mainly on the side of nationalists, who I might add were the victors. The Erenians have militarized huntsmen as well, sending them on various counter-terrorism missions, and even some private requests by certain moneyed clients who generously donated to the academy there. And now even Manabriar and Erimos are joining in, allowing the Informers to have huntsmen in their ranks." He said, standing straight with his hands folded behind his back. While Duke listened to Clay, his eyes kept darting back to his brother for any sign of trickery. Diam offered only his usual grin.

"Helysia likes to be ahead of the curve, however. So, what's the next step in militarized huntsmen? Why genetically modifying them of course!" He said, smirking to himself. "Imagine... breaking aura and semblance down to a science, administering useful semblances and powerful auras into ordinary soldiers, or even cloning powerful huntsmen to create an army of identically perfect soldiers! Hell, we could build a huntsman from the ground up!" Diam seemed to somehow smile wider. Duke found out why right after. "In fact, you're looking at the prime subject of our cloning operations right here! Your very own brother!" Clay exclaimed.

Duke glared into his brother's eyes. "Isn't that wonderful, White? You'll be getting some nephews! It's just a shame they'll grow up with a late uncle..." With that, Duke held up his revolvers at the two. While Clay masked his concern over it, Diam seemed to lack it entirely. "Is that everything?" Duke asked Clay, keeping his eyes locked on his brother's. "Yes, that's about the gist of it... we've yet to begin anything major, but expect results very soon." The man said, backing away from the brothers slightly. Diam unsheathed his sword. "This won't be like the train, Diam." Duke said. Diam nodded. "You're right. Only one of us will walk away from it." With that, he rushed at his brother, trying to swipe through his torso with his blade. Duke sidestepped, but then realized he was in front of the tip of Diam's blade. His brother grinned, this had been according to his plan. He pulled a trigger on his hilt as his hands shone brightly with heat, and a small vent on the tip of the sword opened up, releasing a blast of fire at Duke, who just barely rolled out of the way, singing a side of his leather coat.

Diam released the trigger, his hands still shining, his sword following suit. It glowed a bright orange from the heat inside of it, the heat generated by Diam's semblance. Duke would have to be careful, his own semblance gave him an awareness of physical weapons, but semblances were harder to predict. He spun his revolvers and fired at Diam, who swung his sword around to deflect the shots, the spun around, following the moment of his sword swinging to try and decapitate his brother, who fell back to dodge under it, then pushed off the ground to try and kick Diam in the side of the head. Unfortunately, he ducked under the attack, Duke just barely being able to land and spin around to see a kick coming his way. He caught the leg, wrapping his arm around it and then trying to sweep the remaining leg of Diam's out from under him. Where Duke went low, Diam went high, attempting to use his caught leg to his advantage and spin kick Duke in the side of the head with his free foot. Duke was caught in the forehead with this and both brothers fell to the ground, rolling forward and turning around to face each other at nearly the exact same time. They knew each other well.

And so they fought, lightning fast, with counters upon counters. It seemed almost choreographed in its intricacy. Over the years, as they've fought over and over, they've developed strategies, counter-strategies, counter-counter-strategies, and so on. It seemed this fight would take quite awhile, their attacks barely ever connected, but suddenly a loud gunshot rang out, unlike the ones that had come from Duke's revolvers, and a bullet whizzed by Diam's shoulder, scraping his aura slightly.

The two turned to face the source of the shot and saw Rych standing in the doorway, rifle aimed at Diam. "Duke, we're leaving." She said. "Not until I beat this backstabbing bastard!" Duke replied, firing two shots at Diam, who expertly rolled out of the way, rushing towards Rych, who quickly transitioned her rifle into its sword form and parried his swipe. She sighed. "Fine, if you're going to be stubborn about it," She swung her blade at Diam, trying to create some distance. "Gack says that actually downloading some data from this department would be good for us. Why don't we go do that instead of just fighting your brother in this one room?" She asked, swapping her weapon back to rifle form and firing at Diam, who deflected it with his sword. "After you, I'll hold him back when he follows us." Duke said, firing some shots at Diam, who once again spun his sword around to deflect the bullets. "You're the one who literally only has a ranged weapon, you go first, I'll do the fighting." Rych said, walking over to Duke, keeping her eyes locked with Diam's. "This is MY battle, you go ahead, I'll keep at it." Duke said. Diam rolled his eyes. "Why don't I just give you both a headstart so you can stop bickering?"

Although it was offered sarcastically, Rych elected to decide for both of them and run out of the room, dragging Duke along with her by his arm. Professor Clay, who'd taken cover during the dual between the brothers, popped his head out and looked at Diam. "Are you... actually giving them a headstart?" He asked. Diam shrugged. "I wasn't going to at first, but now I think I will. Besides, it's not just me they'll be dealing with." He responded, leaning against a wall and making some guesses of where Rych and Duke would've gone.

While he did that, Rych was still dragging Duke down a hallway with her, taking directions from Gack. They reached a room full of scientists and Rych fired a shot to encourage them all to get out of their way. "Go jack into those terminals." She said to Duke. He nodded and did so, letting Gack access all of the classified data on Project DIV. "We're not leaving without taking Diam with us. He can't get away with this." Duke said. Rych rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you have problems with him, but getting out of here alive is more important than getting back at a double agent." She said flatly.

Just then, someone walked into the room. It was the leader of the Rocs that Duke and Diam had seen earlier. She looked around at the scientists cowering from the two, then focused on them. "Diam hasn't finished you two yet?" She asked, a low Helysian accent in her voice. Duke attempted to draw a revolver on her, but she pulled a bent metallic object, a boomerang, a threw it at expertly at his weapon, knocking it out of his hands. The boomerang spun through the air, back into her hands, and she pointed it at the two, revealing it to double as a firearm. "I suppose I'll just pick up where he left off." She said, firing at the two. Rych once again dragged Duke off at full sprint, ducking out of the path of the bullet and pushing past the pilot.

At this point, she was running through the halls with Duke, taking directions from Gack to the surface. After going through some soldiers, they found an elevator that led straight to the airstrip of the base and got in. They knew there'd likely be an ambush waiting there, but all they could do was prepare themselves. Duke pulled a spare revolver out from a holster, replacing the one he'd lost earlier. The elevator doors opened and revealed a full squadron of soldiers, headed by Diam. The Rocs were also there, the four other than their leader. "Going somewhere?" Diam said, grinning cruelly. Duke and Rych looked around for an exit, but there was none. They stepped out of the elevator, which went down as soon as they did. The pilot, probably, calling it down to follow them. "Why don't we wait for Kelly to get here before doing away with you two?" He asked. Duke just glared at him. "Why...?" He asked him. Diam just kept on smiling.

After a tense moment, the elevator came back up, and the pilot, named Kelly apparently, stepped out. She held her gun to the two from behind, keeping it there as she circled round to stand next to Diam. "Well, this is it then. Any last words?" Diam asked the two. Duke stepped forward, gripping his revolvers. "Let's finish this. Just you and me." He said. Diam could only snicker. "Will you look around please? Just once, see where you stand against me." He said, spreading his arms wide to gesture at the platoon of soldiers surrounding them. "You lose, White. You just lose." It was just then that an explosion blew away a good section of the soldiers.

Rych and Duke quickly whipped there heads around to see Gack tossing the pin of a grenade away. He took out a weapon and hurled a hook at Kelly, who caught it with her boomerang. But then, he released the trigger on his weapon, sending him flying towards his hook, he used the speed to boot Kelly in the face, knocking her down. Duke then opened fire on Diam and Rych started thinning the remaining group of soldiers. Soon after this explosion of offense from what was left of team GDRD, it was just them, Diam, Kelly, and the Rocs that Kelly commanded. Rych shifted her rifle into its blade form and went to assist Gack in fighting the Rocs, seeing as he had more opponents. Besides, Duke would prefer to have a one-on-one fight with his brother, even if that was strategically known as 'a stupid move'. The Rocs all had similar weapons, more or less just copies of Kelly's boomerang. Duke was fairing alright against his brother, making sure he was rarely ever open for an attack.

Apparently, this was just as Duke wanted, as in the blink of an eye, his sword was lodged in Rych's abdomen. Duke and Gack, needless to say, were a bit shocked, this seemed out of nowhere. It was just then that alarms roared alive, and the VTOL GDRD had arrived in flew overhead, opening fire at the Rocs and Diam. Diam pulled his sword out of Rych and tossed her over his shoulder, calmly walking away, barely minding the gunfire around him. Duke ran at him in a rage, when he turned around and fired a shot from Rych's own rifle, hitting Duke right in the eye. The last thing Duke saw in his hazy, bloodied vision as he was helped onto the VTOL by Gack was Diam grinning at him from afar.