Lirin: First off I am sorry this is shorter then usual by a lot. I can promise that it is highly important to the current fight and had to have it's own chapter with nothing else interfering with it.

Bryan: Lirin still does not own Beyblade or its characters. There's still never going to be a profit from this either.

Lirin: Not true, receiving reviews are the only profit I get. Cause knowing fans are happy is sometimes better then money.

Spencer: While those two bicker I'm saying thanks to Takara Matsudaira and Ariao for both reviewing and wishing the kitty happy birthday.


Chapter 44: Turning the Table

Silence followed Boris's shots. The boys could do nothing as the bullets sailed the sky piercing their female companion through her wing and shoulder. They watched as she struggled to stay afloat before the uninjured wing gave up.

Tala elbowed the guard he was fighting in the gut and chin downing him for the time. He then turned his sights on Boris. The man was still watching Kisa plummet to her death. Joy shone in his mad purple eyes.

"You asshole!" Tala shouted as he rushed the older man. "Attacking while her back was turned is dirty."

Boris turned in time to smack the red head across the face. He stumbled slightly but did not fall. Boris's hand did take damage. The skin covering his knuckles reopened leaking blood that dripped on the snow.

"She had that coming to her," Boris replied. "Now Tala call off this foolishness and no one beside the two already injured will be hurt."

"Two?" Tala's guard began to slip. He knew Kisa was hit but he hadn't realized someone else was too. Realization soon struck as Tala saw Boris wearing his goggles. "What happened to Ian?"

The man's smile unnerved the Wolf. "It was nothing much. I just made it so he could no longer run around," he paused to think, "or walk for that matter. A shattered ankle must be truly painful. Sadly we've trained you all too well to not show pain to enemies. He didn't give me the pleasure of hearing him crying as the bullets lodged themselves among his flesh and bones. I would have loved to of heard it."

"You're so twisted. How can people enjoy seeing anyone in pain?" Tala was glaring icy daggers at the dictator of this hell. He saw Boris only had a loose grip on his gun and decided to make a jump for it. "If you like people's pain, let's see how much you like you're own," Tala growled as he leap reaching for the gun. He intended to show Boris all the pain his friends were feeling by shooting the same spots.

Boris saw the attack coming. He sidestepped out of the teen's way. Tala stumbled and hit the wall stunning himself. Boris then kicked the legs out from under Tala forcing the teen down. Before the Wolf could get back to his feet Boris pinned him with a well placed foot on the chest and gun pointed at his head. "Don't move," he warned the red head, "or I will blow your brains out now."

Knowing it was useless Tala laid there glaring at the man. He felt sick at how easily the man got him down.

"Now everyone stop!" Boris bellowed. "This rebellion is over. Men take these rebels to the dungeons. Do not harm them unless they resist."

"You might have beaten us," Tom said, "but our goal will be achieved below."

"Shut that one up," Boris remarked.

A guard behind Tom used the butt of his gun to whack the youth upside the head. Tom crumpled to the ground. A pool of red forming around his head on the snow.

"Do either of you desire to speak out of turn?" Boris waited for Bryan and Spencer to speak or move. Neither did which pleased the man." Very good. Men take them away. Bring the injured to the medical labs for treatments. The others to the dungeons. Tala will remain with me.

Tom and Ian were tossed over shoulders like sacks of potatoes and brought inside. Bryan and Spencer were lead at gun point following their friends.

Three were injured and the other three were captured. Even though Tom said they're plan will succeed it seemed very doubtful once Boris moved down. Using Tala as a hostage would insure that no one crossed his will. The outside bladers would be forced back and the kids here would be called to return.

Unspoken dread filled those captured. Boris had them out numbered from the start. It was no wonder he was able to out smart them and win this war.


Lirin: See it's was important. Please don't be mad it was short. But if you must yell at me in a review then do so. I can take it. Thanks