So here we are again. Now, I'll get to replying a few reviews first:

ShotgunWillie: I debated for quite a while whether or not I should answer the request for a spoiler. I've come to the decision that it really won't be a spoiler. And the answer is: no, it's not Serafall. I've got something even better planned for that floor.

Shin XIX: uh, sorry, who? If by those two ninja you mean the idiots who were pestering Argo, hey, they're comic relief. They aren't important characters, not one bit.

Master DK: I'm planning something more of a chronological series of events. After this chapter, I'm going to write stuff chronologically, meeting up to the point where there's a sort-of crossover between the two sides on Floor 52. I really should stop giving away stuff. Don't worry; it won't retcon the previously established idea that Kirito never saw Ise afterwards in Aincrad.

I'll also easily state that this side of the story, I still only have part of a plan on. At least, this chapter. The rest I think I've got it down.

Currently I am in a ridiculously good mood. Why? Because of Kazuma Kamachi's 10th anniversary light novel promotional video. Even if they weren't voiced, to see Othinus and Thor animated and moving … no matter what anyone else says, I am taking that masterpiece video as a sign that season three of Index is coming soon. I really did have teary eyes after that vid.

Should I stop rambling now? Ah, but before that: Ise's side of the story will be in a somewhat lighter tone than Kirito's side.

And now, on we go.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own DxD or SAO any more than mashed potatoes are made of ducks.

*~B~*

Chapter Eleven: Dragon and Rat II – Beginnings

[Aincrad 2nd floor, Urbus. Floors cleared: 8]

Argo was getting annoyed at herself. She had a job to do in Aincrad. Why was she bothering with a long, long trek through the mountains to where that pervert was? To top it all off, the headaches weren't subsiding, irritating her more when she ran into more monsters.

Right eye. Left flank. Third one open on the left.

Shut up, me, Argo grumbled as she landed perfect critical hits on each of the three monsters she was facing. She didn't have the stats of a front-line player, but she had significant speed and agility, enabling her to really hit where it hurts. She also over-leveled them by a pretty big number, so coupled with the critical hits, they all died easily.

She sighed. Two more minutes to that hut, she thought. And that was when certain noises reached her ears.

Argo stiffened, and then looked around cautiously. They were sounds of fighting. But something sounded amiss.

No metal noises. I can hear faint shouts and impact noises, but I don't hear a single sword clanging against other weapons.

Argo put two and two together. She did know one person who had an aversion to blades and instead chose his own two fists. Said person was also nearby.

Assuming the worst, Argo ran at top speed towards the hut. And what she found there left her absolutely dumbstruck.

The pervert was in the midst of a battle with the NPC of the hut. When Argo arrived to see the sight, the pervert had jumped back to avoid a roundhouse kick from the monk NPC. The two of them were keeping their distance, waiting for the right moment.

As Argo watched, the pervert made the first move. He jumped forward, left arm bent at the elbow and drawn back. The monk blocked and grabbed his fist with his right hand as the pervert struck, and aimed a chop at his waist. The pervert spun clockwise, countering with his right elbow at the monk's stomach. The strike landed with a resounding thud as the monk let go of the pervert's fist and moved back.

This time, the NPC attacked first. Jumping forwards with tremendous speed, he landed in front of the pervert, and attempted a double attack with his right knee and fist. The pervert moved his left leg back, taking the chance to turn it into a spinning kick. The monk ducked under the blow, his momentum carrying him past the pervert. Before the pervert could react, the monk kicked backwards, making him stumble forward.

The monk wasn't done. The second the pervert was pushed back, he unleashed a frightening combo of hits, ending with a powerful punch that knocked him to the ground. He tried to land an axe kick while the pervert was down, but the pervert rolled away just in time.

Argo was pretty sure she looked like she'd been run over by a freight train. About a hundred questions scampered through her mind, clawing for attention. What happened to the pervert? Why was he suddenly fighting so well? Why was he fighting the NPC? Why was the damn NPC fighting? And how the hell did she not know about whatever kind of quest the perverted beginner had initiated?

It was another instant later that Argo realized something that she should have realized much, much earlier. If he had been taking so many hits, what condition was his HP bar in?

The pervert got up then and – to Argo's further astonishment – grinned. To her further surprise – just how much more are they planning on messing with me? – the NPC smirked back. "Remarkable progress, Ise," he said. "It's impressive how fast you're learning."

"Well, that's more or less thanks to you, isn't it?" the pervert replied.

The two of them took their stances once more – or so it seemed, because Ise attacked almost immediately. The minute he reached the NPC his forearms and feet began to glow a vivid crimson.

The monk didn't have time to react. Ise's left fist nailed him in the face from the right, followed up by a direct punch with his right fist. Still in motion, he turned and landed a spinning kick on the NPC's neck with his left leg. Stomping that leg onto the ground after that, he swung his right leg vertically up, kicking him square in the chin, and then, with a booming sound effect, slammed his foot into the NPC's chest, knocking him off his feet.

For about a second Ise didn't move, or rather couldn't move. When he finally could, he relaxed and dropped his guard. "Got you this time," he said.

The monk laughed before standing up again. Something else also clicked in Argo's mind. NPC's weren't supposed to laugh or talk like players. They were supposed to have a fixed set of mannerisms. Clearly no one told this guy that, Argo wondered.

"By the way," the monk said, turning towards where Argo was standing, "that girl standing there, is she a friend of yours?"

…I probably should have hid, Argo thought

*~B~*

I turned to look where Sairaorg-san was pointing and I found the most unlikely person for it to have been standing there looking gob-smacked. I was also a bit disappointed since it would've been cooler if it was some random cute girl who was completely amazed by my prowess. I can wish for that much, can't I?

Not that Argo wasn't cute. Though if I told her that she'd probably have to resort to turning her cursor orange.

She hadn't said a single word. "Uh, hey," I said, trying to break the silence.

"You… alright, I'll bite-na. Who the hell are you and what didja do with Voyeur?" she said.

"Are you ever gonna remember my name?!"

"Phew, so it's still you. And to answer your question, no."

I take back what I said about her being cute. "Alright, so what exactly are you doing here?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, we just cleared the ninth floor, which means it's only a few hours before someone finds out about this place-sa. I spared you the embarrassment of being stared at by players thinking you're an NPC disciple of that monk. Speaking of which, just what kind of quest didja activate-ya?" she demanded. Oh right, she was an information broker.

But, this wasn't exactly the best situation to explain it in. "How bout we head inside? It's kind of a long story."

*~B~*

Argo didn't look like she would digest the truckload of information she had received any time soon. Neither did she look like she was going to stop eating anytime soon.

"So, lemme get this straight-ya," she finally said. "Old man monk here is actually a real person trapped in an NPC avatar, with only the ability to perform one task of freedom. And there're apparently more people like him in the rest of Aincrad as well-ya."

"Well … that about summarizes everything, yeah," I said.

She looked up and stared at me. "You're hiding something-nya," she said flatly.

Goddammit, she was sharp. Yeah, I was hiding something: I hadn't told her about the other skill that I'd obtained down here. I didn't know whether it was because I might not trust her enough, or because I just didn't want people to know. Sairaorg-san had made it pretty clear that Combat Blade was a one-person-only skill set.

"Am I? I'm pretty sure that's it," I laughed nervously.

She kept her eyes on me for a few more seconds, and by then I was getting pretty uncomfortable. "Alright," she said finally. "Well, I guess that finishes what I came here to do."

"Huh?" I said. Now that I thought about it, was checking on me the only reason she came seven floors down?

"Still, it's interesting," she said, turning to Sairaorg-san, who was sitting there in front of us. "I thought players were the only ones in this game. Why would Kayaba trap other unrelated people here as well, and not even as proper players?"

"Hey, what's that mean?" I asked.

"Think about it. This guy, he isn't a player, he doesn't look like he has any interest in VRMMORPGs, so why is he here?"

"Uh, I don't know what you're getting at," I said. Why couldn't she just explain everything at a go?

She turned to me with a disbelieving face. "Were you really that stupid-da?" she wondered. "It means that either he's connected to Kayaba somehow, or he pissed him off. And in the latter case, how exactly did Kayaba force him into this game?"

Sairaorg-san hadn't said a word, and was merely listening to Argo's accusations.

"You'd need a NerveGear to have your consciousness sent here to Aincrad, and unless he caught you sleeping and stuck it onto your head, I find it unlikely-ya. Which leaves the possibility that you're not trapped here, but you entered the game of your own free will," she finished, staring suspiciously at him.

I was a bit annoyed at her words. "Hey," I said, "Sairaorg-san here helped me back onto my feet after I'd almost lost it. If it wasn't for him, you'd probably have found me sitting out there doing nothing."

"One chance at free action, right? If that's the case, why'd he decide to help you-na? That plus his circumstances, I don't see it likely that he'd do something like that without wanting anything in return. Also," she continued, glancing at me, "no offense-sa, but what would he want from someone who'd almost given up on life?"

"Ise," Sairaorg said, before I could get any more irritated. "How far has your Martial Arts skill gone?"

"Huh? Oh, it's passed 350."

"Good. Seems like you're strong enough now to walk around up to the seventh floor with ease."

"Hey, don't just ignore me," Argo protested.

"Young lady. If I were to try to answer your questions, it would mean going against the purpose I set myself to gain freedom for, and I would be forced back into an NPC's shell. So, I'm sorry, but I cannot answer any of those accusations right now. Although Ise here may be able to answer two or three."

Argo didn't look convinced. I took a breath and exhaled. She wasn't to blame, when I thought about it. She was a player who'd tasked herself with obtaining the information other players needed to survive this game, so she'd have to be sure of whatever she heard. Also, something like this, it'd be hard for anyone to digest.

Heh. Guess I was just too trusting.

"In that case, I'm done here-ra," she said, getting up. "Good luck with whatever you're gonna do next, Lecher."

With that, she left.

"Ise," Sairaorg-san said. "you could have easily told her about your Unique Skill."

"… I guess I didn't want any other players to find out. She's an information broker, right?"

"And what reason do you have to not trust her?"

I had to think about that one.

Before the first floor was cleared, Argo's reputation was already big. 'The Rat,' as people called her, was who you'd go to if you wanted information, any kind of information. If she knew it, she would sell it. Be it about the game or about a player, she would know and she would tell you for a price.

Me, I didn't like that notion. I knew damn well that it was thanks to her info-booklets that people actually managed to live through the first floor, but the idea that someone knew things about you and would sell it to others … I didn't really like that idea.

After the first floor was cleared, the Beater stories began spreading. In about two days, many of the players held resentment towards beta testers, but especially towards one certain tester they dubbed the Beater. And there were also plenty of rumors that Argo was a beta tester.

I was an idiot walking through my first attempt at a game. I'd decided I would trust veteran opinions and almost found myself sharing that meaningless hatred for beta testers. It didn't take long at all for me to realize I was being stupid, but I still didn't like the idea of an info broker. So it was with some suspicion that I looked up Argo when I needed help.

I'd more or less lost all that suspicion by the time I met her, but I still didn't completely trust her.

"She won't tell, if that's what you're worried about," Sairaorg-san said.

"You're sure about that?"

"I'm sure that you are being foolish not to trust someone with a good heart like hers. I've only seen her this one time, and I'm sure of that much. Tell her at your first opportunity – which may not be long," he ended darkly.

I got a chill at those last words. "What do you mean?"

"You should hurry. It's something that activates once I give Combat Blade to a player. Once a player – and not necessarily the player who attained that skill – leaves this hut after I give it away, only some distance down is a large monster swarm. And since that girl left just now–"

"Tell me important stuff like that a bit earlier, dammit!" I yelled, jumping up.

"Ise. Are you really ready to step back out into the dangers of Aincrad?"

"… probably not. But I'm not just gonna stand here while she's outnumbered and at a risk of dying."

It really didn't matter that I disliked her occupation. I wasn't going to stand by when someone was at risk of dying.

"In that case, this will be my last conversation with you," Sairaorg-san said, smiling. "Do me a favor, Ise. Help everybody who's stuck here to survive. If you can, then don't let a single person die. Help the other fighters ensure the escape of every last prisoner of Aincrad."

With that, he walked back to that same place where he as an NPC used to sit. Getting back into that Zen position, he disappeared. That is, the sense of living that he gave off, it vanished. The NPC's eyes became empty and monotonous once again.

I didn't have time to waste. "Goodbye, Sairaorg-san," I said, before running out of the hut.

*~B~*

Argo dodged around for dear life as yet another monster sent its curved horns her way.

Gaaah, this is annoying! Why is so much stuff happening today that I don't know about?!

If anyone could read Argo's mind, they would be surprised to know that what she was more worried about was her pride as an info broker. That didn't mean she wasn't doing her best to survive though.

Between the eyes. Above the knees.

One thing that surprised Argo was that she somehow knew exactly where to hit them for the most damage. She knew exactly where to hit them to land a critical hit.

And yet Argo was pretty sure she hadn't fought these monsters before.

Rampage Ox, a dark brown red eyed ferocious looking ox with massive horns and ridiculously high speed for its size. Not to mention the fact that it had almost blubber-like fat for some reason, which was indicative of its ability to cushion any blows landed on its body, reducing any damage it took. This left only its legs and head as a decently damageable area.

Except that the legs were in constant, swift motion and its head was guarded by the two massive horns.

But even so…

The red colored word CRITICAL floated above every monster as Argo attacked each and every one of them with a thrust of her claws into their eyes. Using her high agility, she managed to dodge around the horns, strike them over their knees to immobilize them and then utilize her higher level to make quick work of them.

An ox charged at her from the left. Argo jumped up and over it, slashing her left claw at its head, and landing as polygons scattered past her.

There's one huge problem though, Argo thought.

She was vastly outnumbered. The number of monsters was easily one of the most Argo had ever seen congregated in one place.

Three more oxen charged from three different sides. Argo stood her place, and then jumped for the one right in front of her.

After its attack, below its right ear.

The oxen from the sides collided as she dashed forwards just in time. Racing at the one in front, which was charging at her at a high speed as well, she ducked under the horns, swung her right hand outwards and cut both its front knees, and then stabbed it just below the ear.

Blue light burst as polygons and red light formed the word CRITICAL. Argo jumped over the oxen, landing a slash when possible, until she was outside the circle of monsters.

There were too many, far too many. Argo counted two dozen, no, around thirty of them. Even that might be an underestimation.

It was too late that she realized that the monsters were programmed to spawn around the players. A crippling impact hit her from behind and she was blown straight back towards the group – straight towards one of their aimed horns.

Argo noticed her HP drop from the hit. Higher level or not, a third of her HP was gone. Ridiculous attack power? Now that's just unfair.

While Argo flew toward that ox, she realized she was also in a good position to attack. She spread her arms, elbows bent slightly, and the claws glowed blood red.

Prey Catcher bored through the skulls of two Rampage Oxen, and Argo was inflicted with the post-skill freeze. However, using the skill was another miscalculation on her part.

Two oxen simultaneously slammed into her from the right, blowing her away towards the trees of the nearby woods. Her back slammed into the trunk, and she slid down, breathing hard.

Pain was one thing, force was another. And Kayaba was merciless in making sure of that. Argo felt winded from that blow, and her eyes hastily traveled to her HP bar.

Seeing the red sliver remaining, for the second time in this game, Argo felt fear.

Too careless. Even if I outlevelled them by a lot, I should have been more careful.

Around three of them were stomping their hooves on the ground, preparing to charge. Argo could not move, and she knew she couldn't escape this one.

Really, after all that, I'm gonna die so insignificantly down here? Argo's lips twitched. "Just wasn't enough, was it?" she muttered.

She thought that she would have been fine with the idea of dying. Now that the moment had arrived, she didn't want to go.

The oxen charged, and Argo closed her eyes halfway –

Only to open them wide the next instant.

Someone jumped over the Ox in the middle, landing a glowing green dropkick that mercilessly shattered its skull. Before it shattered, the person used it as a stepping stone and swung his right leg around and caught the other one below the chin, knocking it upwards. A third green blur appeared behind the person, and with a rushing noise, something cut through the third Rampage Ox's left legs.

Argo didn't believe what she was seeing. "Pervert?"

"Move, now!" he shouted at her. Something glinted over his left forearm and he jumped forwards, folding that arm back.

The blade on that arm cut straight through the mouth of one Ox. He retreated the next second, turning left and, blade glowing yellow, slashed twice diagonally, top-left to bottom-right and then top-right to bottom-left, cutting into the thick fat of a second Ox.

Ise's immensely high attack stat that he had invested most of his stat points in resulted in him having enough power to mow through the Oxen.

Argo was still staring in disbelief as he slashed twice in rapid succession, blade glowing sky blue, elbowing the Ox in the horn and then unfolding his arm to hit its jaw with the back of his fist, also giving off sky blue light.

"I told you to move, dammit!" he yelled back at her.

Argo came to her senses and got back to her feet, and created some distance between her and the monsters, which were now focusing entirely on Ise.

Strong as he was, Ise was facing difficulty trying to fend off a huge number of monsters on his own. I need to help, Argo thought. She didn't know how she did it, but she had to help somehow. Argo took a deep breath, and turned towards the Oxen, as a slight headache assaulted her.

"Smash the knees of the one behind you!" she yelled.

Ise glanced momentarily in her direction, but did as she said – to more than one of them. Five Oxen were immobilized, and Ise immediately turned his attention to the others.

Six second immobility limit.

Argo counted down as Ise dealt with two more Oxen. Zero. "Get those five now!" she said.

The blade on his left arm glowed golden. Five stabs drew a fan shape, the heads of the Oxen caught in the vertices.

"On your left, hit its left ear! Behind you, get that one under the chin!"

Argo continued to shout instructions as Ise managed to deal with the rest with relative ease. However…

Back is open.

Three Oxen at the same time slammed into Ise like battering rams. He had no armor or much equipment on at all, and was blown off towards Argo. Ise landed hard about two feet away from her.

Danger of death.

And somehow Argo knew that his HP had taken a severe drop.

She saw his eyes move to the corner of his vision. She noticed his pupils dilate as he took in the information that definitely wasn't good. She saw every limb of his body lock up.

Argo hurriedly turned towards the monsters while opening her menu with her left hand. Zooming through her inventory, she produced two high-level potions and moved towards Ise, not taking her eyes off the monsters.

Five left, she counted. I can do this.

She gave both her potions to Ise. "Drink those now," Argo commanded, stepping forward.

"… what? Hey wait, your HP shouldn't be in a state for you to–"

"It's not," Argo admitted. "And your mind is in no state for you to fight either."

She didn't look back at him. She didn't want him to know that neither was hers.

Gut up, Argo told herself. You're a damn beta tester. You can finish this easily.

All five monsters charged at once as Argo's claws, positioned at her sides, began to glow purple. She turned and ran at an angle, straight towards the one coming from the left.

With a yell she jumped, claws held together at her left, and landing on a horn, jumped sideways while slashing towards the right. Cat Claw gouged through three Rampage Oxen, but did not reach the fourth in time.

Time seemed to slow as Argo saw the fourth one change its trajectory towards her, the fifth following close behind. The skill delay imprisoned Argo yet again as she was unable to do anything except watch her oncoming doom.

A deep red fist smashed through the horns and hit the fourth Ox square in its left eye. Argo saw the fifth Ox run towards the owner of that fist – and a green blade went over that arm to cut straight through the middle of its eyes. The last Ox shattered as Ise remained in that position.

Two seconds later he fell on his back, breathing heavily.

Argo stared in silence as he handed one of the potions back to her. She took it and drank it, watching her HP bar gradually refill.

Before she could open her mouth to say anything, Ise spoke up. "Thanks," he said.

"What've you got to thank me for-nya?" Argo said, stunned.

"You didn't really say much, but those simple words helped me get back onto my feet," he replied, smiling.

Argo didn't know what to say to that. After a moment she said, "I should be the one thanking you-na. That's twice in the last five minutes that you saved my life."

"Don't thank me for something anyone should have done," he said.

Argo sighed. Guess he's still optimistic, if he thinks anybody would have done what he did.

"Oh yeah, and I'm sorry too," Ise continued, supporting himself with his elbows. "I kinda got annoyed at you for asking those questions back there. Also, I didn't tell you everything."

"I'm not gonna press you if you don't want to tell me," she replied.

Ise looked at her for a second, and then sighed. "Guess that old man was right. I should've just trusted you fully. Well, you can ask any question you like and I'll answer."

Argo thought about the dozens of questions she had regarding the recent events. She decided to start with the most obvious one. "What skill is that?" she asked, pointing at the blade on Ise's left hand.

"Combat Blade. Sairaorg-san said it was a Unique Skill, and something about it having a tiny cooldown time."

That explains that rapid barrage of skills, Argo thought to herself. "Alright. Question two-nya: did you actually take any damage from fighting that monk NPC?"

"Well, I don't really get it, but something about him not having stats and not having an avatar designed to damage, so his attacks didn't really cut my HP," Ise answered.

"That … should be impossible. Any kind of impact in the Outer Area should be damaging."

"Like I said, I don't really get it."

"Okay-ya. Near the end of that battle, you used a skill right after a high-level martial arts skill. I've seen Kii-bou use Beast Slayer, and that has a pretty high cooldown time. So how'd you do that?"

"That was the, uh, first skill of Combat Blade. Relief Strike. It allows me to use it right after a Martial Arts or Combat Blade skill with a high delay, allowing me to attack before I get attacked while frozen. Well, the downside is it then gives me twice the original cooldown time."

From what she had seen and heard up to now, Argo realized that this Unique Skill, Combat Blade, was quite possibly the most versatile skill yet found in Aincrad.

"By the way," Ise said, "can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it-nya?"

"Don't tell anyone about this skill, or about Sairaorg-san. Can you do that?"

Argo considered that. Since he had said it was a Unique Skill, nobody else would be able to get it anyway. "…Alright," she said after some hesitation.

"Thanks," he said, smiling. For some reason Argo felt like loosening her lips a bit as well.

"Oh yeah, forgot to mention. That battle just now? It, uh," Ise said, before rubbing his head sheepishly, "it might have been my fault."

Argo seriously felt like throttling him there and then. "Something to do with Combat Blade," he said hurriedly, noting her expression. "Some sort of opening quest or something, I dunno, but I'm sorry!" he said, clapping his hands together and half-bowing.

Argo took a deep breath, and released it. For some reason, she was feeling better than she had in the last few days. What with how busy she had been, and all the rumors and politics that had already begun in Aincrad, she was surprised to find herself relaxing after coming the closest to death she had yet come in this world.

"Well, I suppose now my job here's done-nya," Argo said. "I should get going soon. Oh, and Ise?"

"Yeah?" he asked, lowering his hands while still looking frightened that she might whack him.

Argo smirked a bit at that. "Are you planning on going to the next few floors of Aincrad now?"

He paused to consider that question. "I'll take it slow," he said after a while. "I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to roam around Aincrad without getting scared of dying."

"You look fine to me," Argo remarked. "You should at least first stop at Urbus, get yourself some equipment. I really am going to hit you if you say you're gonna go around the game like that."

Ise looked at his clothes. A plain light red shirt and brown trousers was all he was wearing, his leather forearm guard with the steel blade on it the only thing that would make him look out of place in the real world. "Hey, you're no better off!" he retorted.

Argo considered her grey shirt with a white sleeveless top, and her black pants that were only down to just above her knees, and brownish long socks covering her shins. A brown leather belt and two more straps above it around her waist held numerous throwing needles, a couple of knives and a dagger. The Retractable Iron Claws on her wrists seemed to rust near the base of the blade, but that was part of the design. Over all of that she wore a dirt-brown hooded cloak.

"Really? I think I've got plenty."

"Yeah, right. Take that cloak off and you're pretty much expo–"

A claw whooshed through the air to stop right before his neck. "… I – I knew you wouldn't do anything," he said nervously, "you'd become orange."

"Oh? Would you like to test that theory-nya?"

"… No?" Ise asked, not too sure himself.

Argo laughed. "Well, see you around, Ise," she said, turning away and beginning to walk.

After a second, Ise called out, "Hey, you finally used my name! And twice already!"

Argo stopped, and looked back. Smirking slyly, she said, "A slip of the tongue. Catch you later, Pervert."

With that she left him behind, heading for Urbus, wondering what kind of effect that pervert had that managed to make her laugh like that.

*~B~*

I seriously disliked the first part of this chapter. Argo's suspiciousness, Ise's mistrust, I felt like I was going crazy.

The reason I decided to make Ise a tad more suspicious is because I wanted to give him at least one vice. The canon Ise is basically perfect, except for that perverted side, and that thing that happened in volume 10, though that wasn't even really his fault.

I think some of you can already see where this is going. Heheh. And before Ddraig too.

I've got a couple more surprise characters planned for the Aincrad arc. Oh no, I'm not saying any more. I shall shut up before my snitching brain forces me to spill.

In case I've left any questions in this chapter unanswered, please tell me in the reviews. And that ends that. Punitor567 out. El Psy Congroo.