The hunters jerked their heads up at the sound of the voice and saw an armored, buglike figure standing on a ledge above them, a cold sneer on its face.

"Who are you?" Samus asked cautiously.

"Your memory is not as good as before, Aran? Pity..." the figure mocked and Samus felt a chill unassociated with the cool atmosphere of darkness. The figure's gaze locked on Spire a moment, but dismissed it.

"Let's see if my natural power is enhanced now..." the figure breathed and leapt into the air, firing an Imperialist shot, which hit Sylux in the leg, causing him to buckle slightly. The figure, clearly a kriken, landed beside Sylux and kicked him in the head with a high kick. Sylux, coordination off, was easily knocked to the ground.

Spire fired his Magmaul, and the figure sidestepped with absurd ease. Then an Imperialist bolt disabled the Magmaul, startling Spire. Noxus tried his shadow freeze, but the figure leapt up to dodge, firing its Imperialist, likewise disabling the Judicator. Noxus felt momentary deja vu, but couldn't figure out what was familar. Spire seemed to get a similar feeling.

Samus fired a missile, but the figure dodged by leaping high into the air. Samus and Kanden fired missiles and Volt Driver, respectively, at the airborne target, who easily twisted in midair to dodge. Samus blinked in shock under the helmet. Could it really be...? Kanden charged the Volt Driver and fired at point blank range, but the figure leapt backwards, dodging the explosion. Kanden shook off the effects easily and continued his rapid fire attacks. Samus aided with her missiles, to no avail.

The figure dodged all shots with ease, then fired 2 Imperialist shots, disabling both hunter's weapons. Sylux returned to his feet and fired his Shock Coil, striking the figure and beginning to replenish his energy.

"Nice try..." the figure mocked and fired the Imperialist, disabling the Coil. Spire swung his fist with enormous force, but the absurd speed of the figure enabled it to dodge, trhowing Spire off balance. Another Imperialist shot weakened Spire to the point of exhaustion.

"5 at once...and I triumph..." the figure hissed. He raised his weapon and aimed at Samus' head.

"Let them go!" a cold voice demanded from behind the figure. The assailant glanced at the other buglike figure.

"Why?" it hissed. The other kriken aimed his weapon at the assailant.

"That's why!" he said. At this point, Samus had inched 5 inches away, so the weapon no longer pointed at her. At that moment, Weavel's ship flew overhead, small plasma bolts rained down at the 2 armored krikens. They both jumped away, but the newcomer escaped unscathed, while the other one's amor cracked. The armor repaired itself quickly and the figure shrieked in fury, firing an Imperialist beam, which glowed brightly, striking the underside of Weavel's ship.

There was an explosion, and the ship tumbled towards the clearing. The attacker grinned triumphantly as the ship struck the ground, exploding with tremendous force.

"Ready to die, hunters?" the figure sneered, aiming at them from a distance.

"Enough!" the other demanded. Paying it no mind, the attacker aimed and prepared to fire. From the ship's ruins, Weavel emerged, Battlehammer firing with superb accuracy. The bolts all struck the figure, the Imperialist shot missing Samus by an inch. Furious, the figure aimed at Weavel, but there was a beam of red fired from the shadows, striking the Imperialist, disabling it.

"WHAT?" The figure shrieked. The other buglike figure gasped in surprise. Trace appeared from the shadows, grinning.

"I win again, Servu." he said, grinning. Samus gasped in shock, but Spire and Noxus weren't that surprised. The figure laughed, the helmet receding, revealing the red kriken with the yellow eye.

"In the flesh..." Servu hissed. The other figure's helmet receded as well, revealing the venom kriken, the emerald eye gleaming, face contorted with rage.

"You're dead!" Drek shrieked.

"So you were interfering with me without knowing who I was?" Servu sneered. "Shows how loyal you are to the League!" Servu cackled. Drek's face darkened.

"I don't care about the League! The armor is a curse...and a gift..." Drek's expression changed to a cruel grin as he said it, but he shook it off quickly.

"I killed you, you half-wit traitor!" Drek screamed with fury. Servu laughed.

"You thought you had...but look what that's gotten you? Life as a servant to the Dark League! Being forced to cooperate with your most hated foe..." Servu chuckled as Drek glared.

"How'd you survive?" Trace asked, fascinated. He had figured that Servu had survived, but he couldn't figure out how.

"I hadn't been killed...my armor was broken, and was returning to its original form. I thought I was dying, and I begged mentally for life. The armor has powers like no other substance!" Servu cackled.

"We can disappear in shadows, travel at great speeds in that form. I was saved from death by the armor's last moments of existence. My armor was replaced and here I stand. Pity Drek also is in the League..." Servu mused. Drek's eye flashed dangerously, and Servu laughed.

"How'd you survive, Tracey?" Servu sneered. Trace shot him a venomous look and replied,

"Recovery tank." Trace replied. Drek looked startled.

"From where? You were dead!" Drek sputtered.

"Yet you're unsurprised to see me alive..." Trace replied sadly.

"I saw you earlier..." Drek said coldly.

"Get rid of the armor, bro..." Trace begged, but Drek's face darkened. "I can't..." Drek hissed. "And I wouldn't if I could...the power...the fear it invokes..." Drek sneered, grinning coldly. Trace recoiled and glared at Drek.

"As long as you've got that armor, you're no brother of mine!" Trace spat. Servu laughed.

"Then you have nothing left, Tracey. No friends, no honor, no brother, and every kriken wants you dead! You're nothing but a filthy little exile..." Servu ducked Trace's Imperialist bolt.

"Until we meet again, Tracey..." Servu sneered and he and Drek vanished into the shadows. Trace let out a bellow of fury and fired his Imperialist at a tree, setting it ablaze.

"Trace..." Samus began, but Trace glared at her with such venom she recoiled.

"Trace..." Noxus tried, but Trace started forward aggressively and Noxus flinched.

"Trace..." Spire tried, but Trace aimed his weapon at him.

"Get over yourself!" Spire said regardless. Trace's eye widened in fury and he fired the Omega Cannon, morphing to Triskelion and lunging blindly away.

"Go! Go! Go!" Weavel shouted, and they dove behind trees. The flash of light, and the shockwave demolished a great deal of the landscape, creating a 20 foot radius of destruction. The hunters came out from their shelters, staring in the direction Trace had gone.

"Idiot!" Sylux barked at Spire who shrugged.

A longer chapter, with a slight twist. I'm just wondering how much longer I'm going to be mentally torturing Trace like this.