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Chapter 8: The Wolf vs. The Lion.

Odysseus began to watch the show from the comfort of his own seat.

TK jumped at Jon with a wheel kick. The impact was not made thanks to Jon's swift reflexes. He jumped away from TK's attack, and pulled out his dagger. Jon took in a slice at TK, but the intense training he didn't finish provided by his time in Mount Huaguo, TK caught Jon's dagger with a Shinken Shirahadori technique (TK clapped his hands to catch the dagger without cutting himself.). Jon pressed harder, but TK's clap was strong. Although he won't show to admit, but Jon is slowly breaking through his grip. Jon pulled harder and TK was about to slip out. The Nekomata pulled back his technique and swerved to the left. Allowing Jon's dagger to lunge in the air. TK exposed Jon's flank, giving him the advantage. He pulled back his head and gave the masked vigilante a hard head-butt.

Jon shook around his head, quickly recomposing himself from his daze given by TK, only to see him still in position with his fists in front of him. "For a human, you're quite durable." He complimented.

Jon just stayed quite to his compliment, he was about to charge back at the Nekomata, but he suddenly stopped and looked down at his dagger. He slowly looked back to TK, reformed his battle stance, and sheathed his dagger back in it's holster.

"We'll do this your way." Jon finally spoke back.

Jon put out his fists and started fighting hand to hand.

"You sure you wanna do that?" TK taunted.

Jon didn't respond with his words, and not with his fists, but with his foot in the air. TK caught Jon's foot, but he was hoping for that. Jumping backwards from off the ground, with his foot still caught by TK, Jon unwrapped his grip from him, and his second foot smacked TK in the face. Flipping sideways in the air, Jon lands smoothly back on the ground, hands first, and rolls himself back to his feet.

TK rubbed the corner of his lip, feeling the blood trickle from across his arm. He smiled and nodded his head.

"Nice!" TK smiled.

Quick as a flash, TK unleashed a barrage of quick punches at Jon, but he was just as quick to deflect all of them. TK threw in a few kicks, but Jon was able to push them back down, and away from him. TK continued his constant attacks as well as Jon's defense deflections. Jon eventually caught one of TK's punches, and trapped it in his grip. Before the nekomata could squirm his way out of it, Jon used TK's own weight to throw him across the other side of the room.

TK quickly jumped back to his feet, and took a brief moment to breathe in, "Ninjutsu."

Jon took in a breather of his own and nodded.

After a brief moment, Jon charged back at TK. This time, TK took Jon's punch, flipped him over, and trapped his entire body over him.

"Jiu… Jutsu." Jon answered while struggling to breathe underneath TK.

"Yep… Now stand down!" TK muttered, while keeping Jon restrained.

Jon continued muttering gibberish under his breath and under TK's body. The only free body part, Jon had were his legs. So he kneed TK in the side, causing him to loosen his grip. This time, while still on the ground, Jon was next to head-butt TK. Jon was able to push him off his body, and jumped back to his feet.

TK began to start another barrage of punches but Jon locked the first punch, and threw himself out the crashed window with TK still in his hold. Jon and TK both landed without their feet on the ground, and the wind out of their lungs. Both struggled to breathe, with an equal amount of pain in their backs. They quickly gathered themselves off the ground, and found themselves in the Brewery's parking lot.

"I take that back." TK took in a deep breath, "You're not durable… you're a devil."

"Pretty much." Jon answered with a smirk under his mask.

"You know what… If we keep this up, we could be fighting for a good long while." TK responded.

"What you tired already, or are you scared?" Jon replied.

"Neither." TK spat.

TK pulled out his power staff from across his back, and Jon pulled out Skofnung out of it's holster.

"Let's get started." Jon taunted TK this time.

They both charged towards each other and resumed their fight. Their weapons clashed in an undaunting furry without end. At least not for a good long while.

TK smacked Jon all the way straight to the closest pickup truck, giving it a hard dent. The car alarm went off and Jon shook out the pain in his back. TK was about to whack him again but Jon caught his extended staff and flew him all the way across the parking lot. TK landed on top of a corvette, and now that alarm went off too.

Odysseus looked through the broken window and pulled out his cell phone, "Cops, I need you here.".

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(One hour later.)

Rossweiise started watching the late night show while grading her papers. The real hard part for her, is the bad handwriting, compared to the distraction of the television, but that all changed when the news suddenly turned on and she could see Jon fighting TK on the television.

The chopper broadcasting the camera lit a bright spotlight on the two formidable fighters.

Rias and the rest of the group started to notice the news and began to observe the breaking news.

"It seems the vigilante known as 'The Silver Wolf' is battling what looks like to be another vigilante, at a Sake Brewery-" The TV suddenly went off as Rias began to grow mad at what was being played in front of her.

"If he's arrested, he's on his own." Rias said infuriatingly.

"I'm sure your brother had a reason to hire him in the first place." Xenovia replied.

"I just hope this doesn't come back to us." Koneko sighed out her anger.

"He won't let that happen." Rossweiise added, "I know it."

Issei turned the TV back on, "We will keep you all updated as the story keeps unfolding." The News anchor shut off the broadcast the moment the TV was turned back on.

Rossweiise took in a deep breath.

Asia gave Rossweiise a calming hand to the shoulder, "I'm sure he'll be back."

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The cars in the parking lot were wrecked, glass windows shattered, and a lot more had their alarms go off too.

Both Jon and TK were exhausted from their constant fighting.

"Okay… Okay…" TK breathed out.

"You… Wanna call it even?" Jon breathed.

"Yeah…" TK answered.

"Hey what's your name?" Jon asked

"TK… Name's TK."

"Well fuck you TK!" Jon insulted with what's left of his breath.

Police car sirens were beginning to be heard from a distance.

"Yeah well… I have… a girlfriend for that… Hey you… wanna get a bottle of Sake before the cops get here?" TK offered.

"Yeah sure." Jon accepted.

Jon and TK still noticed the chopper around them, and a couple of more were on their way, and from the looks of it, the police are closer than they thought."

"I got this." TK threw down a smoke pellet to lose the authorities, and Jon and TK both fled to the insides of the brewery.

(SNAP)

Jon uncorked a bottle of Sake and handed it over to TK.

"Here… You first." Jon offered.

"Thanks." TK took in a swig, and felt a relieving bitter taste run down his throat, "Here, you're next."

Jon took the bottle, removed his mask, kept his hood up so the nekomata couldn't see his face, and took down a swig of his own.

"Ahh." Jon breathed.

"Alright, I need to go kill Odysseus." TK said, but Jon stopped him in his tracks.

"No. Not till I ask him a few questions."

TK sighed, "Fine but make it fast."

"No need." Said a feminine voice in the dark.

Both Jon and TK were shot with tranq-darts before they could respond to that. They both wen't tumbling down on the ground, unconscious.

"That was honestly… too easy." Odysseus said as he walked from out of the office.

"Yeah well… them fighting eachother did make it easy for me." Said the shooter.

"Well regardless… the cops are coming, we should go." The woman came walking out of the darkness herself. Clad in tight leather armor, exposing a lot of cleavage, and a blowpipe strapped across her back as well as a bow and arrow.

"Thanks for the help, Artemis... My myrmidon's can take it from here."

"My pleasure Odysseus, give Achilles my hello when you take care of these two."

"Of course."

As Artemis took her leave via magic circle, Odysseus took a closer look at TK, who is still unconscious.

"Hmm, are you really the son of the Namean Lion?" He wondered. As he stood up from his observation of TK, he turned over to Jon who is still masked.

"As for you 'Silver Wolf', let's see what you look like beneath that mask." He reached to remove Jon's mask, but praise Michael for a miracle, or Odin. Jon's mask began to lock itself off, around Jon's face. His secret will not be shown today.

"Hmm, quite a mask you have, Silver Wolf… Oh well, I still have you at least. Now then, let's get you two out of the way, and do some time… in Tartarus."

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Rossweiise woke up in the morning to notice that Jon was nowhere on the other side of the bed… It was just her. Rossweiise instantly sat up from bed to find Jon, but he's not there. Normally he'd be sleeping next to her after he comes home from his nightly escapades. Something's wrong, she could sense it.

She ran her way downstairs in her nightgown to see the rest of Rias's peerage eating breakfast.

"Where's Jon?" Rossweiise asked in fear.

Everyone remained quiet.

"What happened to him?" She asked in a quietly grim tone.

Issei stood up first to break the silence, and give her the news.

(Knock, Knock, Knock.)

"Jon!" Rossweiise shouted, running straight for the door.

Rossweiise opened the door fast, and didn't see Jon, but a rather old figure.

"Who're you?" Rossweiise asked.

"My name is Poseidon, God of the Sea's, and I'm afraid I have bad news."

Rossweiise's heart dropped.

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Jon slowly woke up after a rare wet dream of Rossweiise dancing for him around a stripper pole. He achingly brought himself up on his feet, but he couldn't stand up without falling down. As his vision slowly cleared, he saw none other than TK and a set of iron bars behind him. He quickly jerked his head around to knock him into his senses. He eventually realized that he was inside a cell with TK. Jon rubbed his face to feel his mask still around his face.

"Where are we?" Jon asked.

"You're in Tartarus." Someone behind their cell answered.

Jon looked up behind their cell to see a myrmidon, but he's a lot bigger than the others he's fought, and if there were any other differences to add. He's a whole lot bigger than the others in both size and muscle tone.

"Achilles!" Jon growled.

The Warrior from the Illiad himself! The one with the build, the foot speed, the one who could jab, take a hit, and keep on coming. The only difference is… looks like he's been resurrected as a myrmidon.

"You know I have to say; you're lucky that mask is stuck around your face. If I knew who you were I'd kill everyone you've ever loved, I've been following your stories all the way from your work in Greece, Norway, and now Japan. Although if there's any hint I can find about who you are, I think I'll start with who might have a beef with me. After all, if anyone has the nerve to snarl at me like that it'd be someone who survived my wrath. I swear, I will figure out who you are... Silver Wolf."

"And I PROMISE to you Achilles, I am not The Silver Wolf… I am… Ragnarok! AND I! WILL! KILL YOU!" Jon stared at the Achilles 2.0 through his wolf mask.

"So your real name is Ragnarok?" Achiles smiled.

"I was originally thinking Fenrir, but I'd rather have more than just a mere wolf come after you, and all the other Greek sons of bitches and the rest of the whores you call Gods and demigods." Jon breathed in hard to hold back his anger.

Achilles smiled, grabbed Jon through the cell, and pulled him in so his face can smack intobthe cell. He was hoping the constant impacts would break off that mask, but if that were possible, TK pulled Jon away from Achilles's grip. Saving him from the pain and the possibility of his mask breaking. Jon fell on top of TK as they both landed on the floor. "I hate to break it to you two, but you're going to be here for a good long while. We have The Silver Wolf, or Ragnarok as he is truly called, and of course, the son of the Namean Lion!"

"What?" Jon asked, looking at TK.

"Shut your mouth!" TK growled.

"You know what I've had my fun… you two are gonna have a good time here in this cell. I'll taunt you both in your next life sentence." Achilles took his leave.

"So your name is Ragnarok?" TK asked.

"Yeah… What about yours?" Jon asked.

"Ugh… well I never had a nickname."

"Well you're the son of the Namean Lion right?" Jon asked, "How about Black Lion?"

"Black Lion?" TK asked with confusion.

"Well you have black ears and you're the son of the namean lion. Seems fitting." Jon said.

"Hm, I guess so."

Jon sighed, "Well I don't know about you, but I need to get out of here. I have a woman out there that needs me."

"Your memory must suck right now… I told you I have a woman too. Or at least a nekomata woman. So I'm with you on that." TK responded.

"Wait… did you have sex outside the Hyodou residence?"

"Yeah… were you there?"

"So that was the two of you? Whatever... Well so what's your story?" Jon asked.

"Well… long story short; After my dad died, my mother took me to Kun'Lunn, and left me there... After that the Sun Goku's took me in."

"Wait… your mom left you in… Kun'lunn, as in the Chinese mountains?"

"Yep… The elders up there, taught me how to harness my chi, after that, the elders took me to Mount Hauguo and then the Son Goku's taught me how to fight."

"Interesting… My adoptive family taught me how to fight."

"Well they did a good job. You certainly are a good fighter."

"Same with you."

After their bonding in the cell, they turned in for the night.

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(Later.)

"You renamed yourself Ragnarok?" Fenrir spoke to Jon in the middle of the night.

"It felt fitting at the time, sorry Fenrir." Jon apologized.

"No… don't be… that's actually a fitting name. More fitting than mine."

"Alright then, Fenrir, Ragnarok it is! The Greeks will soon fear the masked vigilante, Ragnarok!"

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Sorry for changing Jon's vigilante name so many times, I couldn't decide what to call him at the start of the fanfic, and as the story progresses, the possibilities kept changing too. I think "Ragnarok" will be a good name for Jon.

Still, hope you enjoyed the chapter.