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Chad ran his copper-toned fingers through is thick locks. His opponent wasn't here yet, and he was waiting patiently for her, his leg shaking from nerves and impatience. His official—though he tried to hide himself, his presence was only the more obvious—was nearly ready to declare Chad the winner by forfeit, but he had to wait for the timer on the Oracle Pager to go out before he could do so. Chad's eyes darted to his left, and he stood. A woman was walking over to him, a half-used cigarette in her mouth that was protruding smoke, and a tube-top with shorts. A pack of cigarettes was sticking open in her pocket and thick blue hair was slicked in front of her face and sharply back down to her hip. Her eyes didn't show signs of emotion or life and when she saw Chad she took a long drag on her cigarette and sighed loudly, the putrid, gray smoke flowing from her nostrils. She pushed an invisible hair behind her head. He swirled his arm around, popping his shoulder. The woman cocked her brow, unfaltering, as a heavy suit of armor clanked over to her side, lance positioned skyward, ready to fall when the time for the fight came. The woman's eyes scanned left to right as she inhaled the gray smoke deeply, before sighing it out and dropping the butt to the ground. She stepped on it with the toe of her boot, extinguishing the tiny flame. The armor, its eyes glowing neon green from within in the helmet, froze upon seeing Chad, and lowered the lance slightly. It shook with excitement and the woman flicked open her lighter, the flame igniting, as she pulled out another cigarette from the box and brought it to her mouth, lighting and inhaling deeply. She cracked open the side of her mouth and blew out the smoke, saying in a sharp voice, "So, where's your spirit? Your medium?" Chad's eyes remained on the ground.
"Don't litter," he ordered, walking carefully up to her and bending down, picking the butt up and shoving it into his right pants pocket. "It's bad for the nature." She jerked back, surprised. Her brow knit together.
"What?" she demanded. Chad, towering over the girl, looked her straight in the eye.
"Don't. Litter." He said the words as complete sentences, his eyes never straying from hers. She growled.
"Do you know who you're talking to!? I am Kanna Bismarch, a very powerful shaman from England!! I'll fucking kill you!" she screeched. Chad dodged a lunge for his mouth and danced away, avoiding a kick. "Don't you dare talk to me like that again, SLIME!!" Kanna jumped then took a deep breath and sighed. "He made me lose my cool. This is why I hate men."
"Please don't litter," Chad repeated, in case his point had not gotten across. "I don't like seeing trash thrown on the ground, same with cigarette butts." He cracked his knuckles, looking down at his Oracle Pager as the thirty-second warning sounded. Kanna took a full breath of her cigarette and blew the smoke out in a single breath. The armor behind her shifted, pulling its lance down for attack. Chad stretched his legs and arms. "Oh, it looks like we're about to fight. Please don't throw another butt on the ground."
Kanna growled under her breath. How irritating. She'd have to finish the fight as quickly as possible in order to kill him. After all, eliminating your opponents is not against the rules. Ren, from what Hao informed them, annihilated Chrom, his official, and still passed into the tournament. Unfortunately, the boy befriended Yoh Asakura, and his intentions changed.
"Yeah, so?" Kanna plucked the butt from her mouth and sneered, dropping it and not even bothering to stamp out the flame. "I dropped it. What are you going to do about it?"
As the Oracle Pager's beeping quickened and the pitch increased, Chad's arms both popped, changing form and releasing a wave of reiatsu that made Kanna's knees shake. She swallowed and gathered herself calmly, staring almost in horror and a little of shock. His left arm was white with a bright red stripe running from the shoulder to the back of his hand, and a sharp point stuck out from his shoulder. His right arm was a darker crimson with intricate marking on it in black, and from his elbow to well past his hand was a large shield with what looked like a masked face on it. He eyed her expression and then used a form of shunpo, landing himself behind her. He brought back his fist, a lethal glow in his eyes, and brought it down hard, crushing the hard dirt into a snow-like powder. He sighed and his eyes shifted up to see the armor holding Kanna bridal-style in its arms, looking down at him dangerously. Kanna seemed surprised. The armor looked down at her and said, "Lady Kanna, please do not provoke him anymore than you need to. I'd say he's bothered enough."
"It talks?" Chad asked from behind them again. He pulled his fist back and attempted to strike, but his fist made contact with only the lance, bending the lance's tip only slightly. Kanna pushed out of the armor's arms and onto her feet, exhaling dark gray smoke. Chad shook his fist. "And it's hard too."
"Of course!" Kanna snapped. "It's made of the best iron in England, especially for my Over Soul! Someone as stupid and weak as you could never touch it severely in a million—" Kanna couldn't even finished half of her sentence before Chad's left fist slammed in the middle of the armori, inches from Kanna's head, and busted through it, pushing it against the ground. Kanna jerked her head over to the tanned boy, who simply cracked his knuckled and looked down at her with emotionless eyes.
"That's the best?" he asked in a flat voice. "Hn." Kanna's cigarette fell from her mouth. Chad still didn't pay attention to her. He walked over to the armor. After inspecting it for a moment, he gripped the right arm in his hands, ripping it from the torso, and crunching the metal so that it stuck out from between his fingers. The armor twitched and Chad jerked, moving out of the way as an arm protruded from the hole in the middle, knife in hand, and slicing open a wound in Chad's arm. He jumped back and gripped at the wound. It soaked his red button-up shirt's sleeve, which was tattered. He just gripped the fabric and ripped it from the front, stuffing it into his pocket. He could have Uryu patch it up later.
"Ha! Ashcroft isn't weak enough to let a stupid shaman-wannabe defeat him!" she cried with a smirk as she lit another cigarette. "Just try to defeat him." She took a proud drag on the cancer stick as Ashcroft, a naked knight with a small dagger, pulled from the armor. Chad looked down at the armor, then at Ashcroft, then at Kanna.
"Oh. The armor's not your medium," he said. Kanna growled. How slow could the guy be?! "Then what else?" Chad examined the spirit as it lunged for him, throwing the knife at any part of his body he could. Chad threw up the shield and threw his arm against it in an attempt to push it away, but the ghost's body just faded into smoke and the spirit slashed at Chad, opening up his other shoulder. He gripped the wound, both leaking blood like Horokeu when he spotted lots of food, and he watched as the smoke formed a…
Smoke!
Chad jerked his head over to Kanna, who exhaled a deep cloud of smoke. Ashcroft "suddenly" got a power boost, and lunged for Chad again. Chad threw the shield up and darted through the knight's dissipating body. He flashed up to Kanna so quickly she didn't see him until her cigarettes were gone and Chad was grinding them up in between his hands. Kanna reached into her pocket. All of them were gone, and Ashcroft's body began to slowly fade. Soon, he was just a small spirit ball. Kanna stared in shock. She had…lost? To him? A rookie shaman?
Chad looked at the Oracle Pager on his wrist, not even smiling when the words "Win" appeared in bright black on the screen. His arms went back to the original way they were and he moved his neck around to get out the kinks. Kanna growled.
"How the hell did you win!?" she demanded. "You're fucking freaks! You're not even supposed to be in this tournament!" Chad cocked his brow.
"Hm? How do you know?" he asked.
"Hao-sama informed us! He knows everything! Oh, he'll kill me for sure! If I die, I'm haunting you until you go fucking insane!!" Kanna turned around, spitting onto the ground, before stomping off. Chad watched her leave, then looked at his hands with the shredded tobacco.
"Time to go find a trash can."
A/N: Ah, so you thought I'd go away until New Years? Nah, I just said that. I was just gonna stop for a few days to cool off. But one thing has changed: to try to reduce shitty spam, I've cut off anonymous reviews. Sorry. ^^; And I know this was a really bad chapter, huh? It's late and I'm tired. Any mistakes I will fix tomorrow.