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Pastelle rests Warden Smarre on the stair floor, keeping her attention of Kida, who could attack at any given moment. Kida drew his sword; his face had a menacing expression as he studied Pastelle. A sweatdrop fell down her face as she tried to figure out a plan against the difficult foe before her; Kida doesn't even let her think, immediately disappearing again before attempting a number of sudden slashes. Luckily Pastelle's instincts were incredible enough to avoid the lethal strike.

"You're at the disadvantage of not having your own weapon for combat…and your setting for battle is indoors against an opponent like me! what will you do Pastelle?"

Pastelle only focused on how she'd stop him, not paying attention to him pointless words. She stared at her hands, unsure if to make a decision. Does this situation really call for them to be used? Kida lunges forward and begins an offensive barrage, but Pastelle continues to dance around the attacks with ease; Kida begins to get frustrated with the constant defense from Pastelle, he begins to focus his attack-charging up a red light into his sword. Pastelle looked on in wonder, never before had she ever seen a phenomenon like that.

Kida's face turned smug, "Impressed? Have you never seen this before?"

Pastelle was curious, "No…exactly what is that you're doing?"

"Seishun Powa. It's the special arts of anyone who can wield a blade or weapon by channeling their spirit energy into their weapon. It's a quite the powerful upgrade, since my attacks are raised tenfold in power."

"Why is yours red?"

"The color of light is representative of the person. So Red is aggressive, Blue is passive and inexperienced, Green is wise and experienced, Yellow is mellow and so on. Even the shades of the light can determine your growth as a person."

"What about white? Is there a light like that?"

"Of course, White light is the purest and most deadly indicator…those who can emit a white light have the supreme amount of wisdom and knowledge and are known as the most fearsome opponents ever."

Pastelle took in all the information, and a cold sweatdrop began to trickle down her face with nervousness, If his attacks are raised in power…I can't allow him to touch me once or else I'm screwed. Pastelle glances at her hands again, still unsure if you to use her ace weapons.

"I'm tired of talking, let's battle already!" Kida yelled as his sword lit up in an even bigger mass; Pastelle dodged once more and grabbed Warden Smarre, jumping off the stairs and landing hard on the floor-feet first. She left the control tower for a short second help the warden to his feet and then told him to get away from there and to meet up with her friends, before heading back inside to battle.

As she entered, she saw Kida sitting on the front step of the stairway with his left leg crossed over his right leg and his arms folded. They exchanged menacing glares before Pastelle took a deep breath and pulled out a pair or green gloves from her pocket; Kida was surprised by her actions, noticing the green gloves and quickly making a connection.

"So you have a weapon after all…some green gloves. For some reason, I can't help but think there must be some connection."

Pastelle put on the gloves and tightened them, "They're specially made gloves that enhance my speed and attack tenfold. I had the scientists build them for me for the day when I'd be forced to use them."

"I'm sure there's more to it…like the connection to your brother."

Pastelle's face hardened, "What about my brother."

Kida laughed with a disturbing smile, "He's dead!"

"Shut…up" she mumbled, clenching her fists in anger; Kida noticed that he found her weak point.

"I'm amazed that you loved him so much to make gloves after him."

Pastelle's face darkened, "You really are the lowest form of scum!"

Pastelle's green gloves light up and made some technological beeps and boops-"I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Pastelle disappeared like the wind as she took her first step; Kida was amazed right away. He decided to walk back up the stairs-backwards, expecting an attack soon. Pastelle reappears behind him and lands a hard right hook to his back, sending him tumbling down the stairs. Kida got back up to his knees, staring down Pastelle-"You're no agent for nothing…I guess this should be fun…"-Kida takes out his sword and stares at his reflection-"Let's see who'll give in first, my blade or your hands!"

The two rush towards the other on the stairs, both yelling. Pastelle immediately tried to execute another punch, but Kida was able to avoid the swift attack, then looking to return the favor with a slash from his sword. Pastelle bent backwards, displaying her incredible flexibility in avoiding the sure fire hit. Kida changed his sword stance and lunged forward for a jab, but Pastelle read it and kicked away Kida's sword-held hand.

The two continued to block each other's blows as sweat flies everywhere and anywhere; the intensity of their fight led to the room beginning to heat up in temperature. They both pant as the sweat falls from their faces; Pastelle notices how red the walls are steaming.

"I'm glad I got to toy with you the way I did, agent 6. You're truly a wonderful opponent!"-He holds up his sword, which began to shine brightly a red hue-"So it's only right that I use my full strength against you!"

Just like that, Kida was already in Pastelle's face and took a big swing with the blunt side of his sword-hitting Pastelle in the abdomen; Pastelle coughs up blood from the immediate trauma. Kida Hayama…one of the most feared swordsman of the underground. His speed is fast enough to deceive the eyes…so I won't use them! She shuts her eyes tight as she tried to focus on her other senses; Kida takes advantage of the opportunity and brutally attacks her with repeated attacks, but Pastelle doesn't waiver…she keeps her head high with her eyes still closed.

If I can just manage to release one big attack, then I'm sure I can end this…from what I can hear, the steam's picking up in here and it feels like the walls must be deteriorating. If I can land one powerful hit, then I could knock down this tower and possibly take him down with me…

Pastelle grinned as she heard Kida's footsteps; her senses had finally become adjusted and taken priority over her sight. What makes Pastelle so special and why she earned the title as the sixth agent was that she had an incredible talent in controlling her senses at will, accompanied by her brilliant skills in combat.

Patelle's gloves began to glow with green light, "Check Mate!"

Her glove charged up as she had her arm all the way back and ready for a huge punch; Kida wasn't aware of her plan, although he could tell she was up to something and rushed at her with his blade facing her, ready to kill her with one stab. As Kida runs up the stairs, Pastelle violently punches the ground rapidly-destroying the stairs-and then slammed her fist against the steaming hot wall, making huge dent and crack.

Tower began to tremble as both of them fell; Pastelle took off her gloves and put them away, accepting whatever would happen next. Kida realized exactly what Pastelle's real plan was and couldn't help but smile at her ingenious plan.

You're pretty clever…it's a shame you're an enemy

The tower crashes down, crumbling apart with dust and debris clouding the air around them. Pastelle gets trapped under the rubble, but shortly begins to move some of the heavier pieces. She thought about her brother for a second, remembering that if she gave up now, she could never face Verde in the next life. She ascends from the rubble and stands like a statue, hearing her friends call her name before finally collapsing.

"So that's what happened…" Taylor said, rubbing Pastelle's back; Parker went into thinking mode.

"You used the Green gloves…he really did piss you off."

"All I hope is that they'll be captured soon, because as it stands…Those people are very dangerous."

"You're talking about the Seishun Powa you mentioned earlier…"

Pastelle nodded, "I've never felt my instincts challenged by such an opponent…he was going easy on me and I know it."

"We'll tell Telfin when get back home, for now just lay back and rest."