A gasp, a shudder, eyes snapping open, and a single blaring thought brought Trent back some minutes later. He had lost his vision for just a moment, forgotten his purpose just briefly. A pair of long sharp blades extended from above his hands and before he saw what he was doing he slashed a shadow to his left.

A surprised gasp and the sound of fabric and flesh being cut made him turn to see the shocked Tex stagger back. Blood seeping from his chest.

Trent felt a searing pain in his chest, but he didn't let it stop him from using the tips of the blades to propel himself to his feet. He pursued Tex without a second thought. There was vengeance to be had and a sin that would only be made clean with blood. He was tired of being the better man, he was going to take him down even if he destroyed what little remained of his soul.

Tex was just recovering from his shock and about to make a counter strike when Trent's deadly blades found their target again. This time Trent drew an X across Cranston's chest.

The man gasped as more blood dropped to the floor. He managed to swipe that horrid claw of his and struck Trent in the face. Trent's vision blurred for a second, blood began to drip into his eyes, and he felt part of his neural interface disconnect. His left eye went completely black leaving a blind spot.

Tex was leaning against the wall using the moment to catch his breath. He glanced at the desk now behind Trent. There was a control panel on it, and it was the only thing that was going to save him. Trent followed the gaze and looked back at the desk.

"Activate rocket launch," Trent whispered. His left wrist blade shrank away and a small projectile flew from his coat sleeve. It arced over Trent and shot for the desk. Trent didn't even watch the explosion, the force made his hair and coat flutter and he felt the intense heat.

Tex lunged forward trying to surprise Trent, but his swift arm was blocked and pushed back. Trent's foot came up suddenly against Cranston's chest and shoved him to the floor. Without a single word Trent put his left foot on his enemy's mechanical arm and stood over him.

Blood dripped from his chest onto the floor next to Tex. "I am going to finish this." Trent growled.

Tex chuckled. "Forgetting something?" He asked in a strained voice. "You're in my territory."

The door swung open suddenly and gunfire came through the dark opening. Trent ducked his head under an arm and waited for the barrage to come to an end.

When the gun clicked emptily he shot to his feet and flicked his right wrist. A simple blade lodged itself into the uniformed man's head just between the eyes. He fell face forward into the room with the a loud thunk.

Tex managed to wrench his arm free and threw the other man off balance. A swift upward kick and Trent was crashing into the smoldering remains of the desk.

Tex got up and stalked over to the desk. "I am going to kill you for good." He snarled.

Trent pushed himself up only to be shoved back down. His hand grasped the red scarf around Tex's face and it came loose revealing the scar from their first battle. He tried to think, there had to be some way of defeating Cranston. His brain was addled though and all he had was his determination. Trent lunged away from the desk grabbing Tex in a hug like grip.

Tex fell backwards with Trent on top of him. Trent brought his fist against the man's face and repeated the violent blow several times. "You couldn't let it go!" Trent yelled. "I understand it now, you didn't kill Marian and Derek because you had anything against them. It was to punish me for not dying in that damn explosion!" Trent's eyes became glassy. "You killed Penny to get back at me for your face!" He brought his fist down once more. "You are a monster!" Tears spilled down his face.

"Look who's talking," Cranston whispered through his swollen lips. His nose was crushed and blood flowed from his nostrils. His right eye was already bruising black and he struggled to breath.

Trent looked at his hands and stood up quickly. He found himself staring in horror at the man he was fighting. He'd never wreaked so much havoc on one person. Shaking he tried to justify his actions. There were lost lives that required vengeance, and there were innocent lives to be saved. There was no longer an option to give a second chance or even be merciful. He didn't have a single notion about forgiving Tex. There was only judgment to be dished out.

Tex struggled up to his feet. His claw opened and closed in waiting. The battle had come to a head. Both men were in danger of losing their lives, and only one of them would be victorious. Trent prepared to counter his opponent's next attack.

Cranston's legs tense and he flashed a bloodstained grin before shooting forward. Trent opened his mouth to whisper a command.