The Musashi Steel Factory was the symbol not only of the hard-working spirit in all of Tokyo but also the symbol of power. Any clan that claims the Factory has proven to always to be the dominant one, for the only way to claim it was through sheer battle. No bright lights ever shine through the dark factory. The only way anyone can get through the behemoth was by using the flying sparks and molten metal in the steel cauldrons that let out an orange glow.

Now the Steel Factory has been reduced to nothing more than a slaughterhouse.

"No, please don't kill me! I didn't do anyth-"

The steel worker's words were forever silenced by the cold blade of an Ishida clansman named Lee. When he grabbed the worker from behind by the hair and used his tanto (dagger) to slit his throat in a split second, he dropped the victim's body like a sack of potatoes and let the body's blood spread through the steel floor like spilt milk to soak the body's face. Some of the Ishidas laughed and clapped their hands, finding Lee's killing methods to be clean and with style. A few of the other Ishida clansmen further back in the 50-man crowd looked down and shook their heads, sickened by the slaughter.

Armed to the teeth, the Ishida Clan left no steel worker alive, leaving their bodies either with deep cuts through their hearts or bullet holes through their skulls and torsos. Some of the steel workers' bodies dangled on the stair rails, showing how they hopelessly tried to run from the bloodthirsty gangsters. Those closest to the steel cauldrons ended up with no heads on their shoulders.

Seeing the last of the workers dead, Matt Ishida took out a cigarette and had it lit by one of his men. Feeling his heart sickened by the onslaught, Joe marched up to his boss to give him a piece of his mind.

"Mr. Ishida, this is pointless! We could have at least driven the workers out of the factory, but we didn't have to kill them! Many of them are hard-working family men, for God's sake! This time, you've gone too-"

Matt, as quick as a cobra, grabbed Joe by the throat. Joe couldn't utter a single word, feeling Matt's grip tightening and his windpipe closing. Joe grabbed Matt's hand and tried to break free, but Matt's grip has proven to be too strong. Matt forced Joe to get on his knees and look him square in the eyes.

"Anyone associated with Tai Kamiya has automatically tainted their blood with Kamiya influence. And anyone under such influence shall wither and die! Never question my authority ever again, Joe Kido," Matt whispered. One of Matt's men named Lee walked up to his warlord.

"That's the last of the workers, Mr. Ishida. There's no doubt the Kamiyas will come soon," Lee said. Matt released Joe's throat and shook his hand a little as though he put his hand on a dirty dog. On his knees, Joe gasped for air.

"Excellent work, Lee. Let's take our positions and wait for the Kamiya Clan to come right in. When you see them in sight, mow them all down," Matt Ishida commanded. When Joe finally got some air and stood up, the Ishida Clan started to scatter, looking for the right spot to hide and take the Kamiyas by surprise.

Suddenly, a speeding bullet pierced right through the back of an Ishida's skull. Right before his body dropped to the steel floor, a large stream of blood splattered out of his skull, going with the flow of the bullet. All of the Ishida clansmen and their warlord whipped their heads to where the gunshot came from. When they saw who pulled the trigger, all of their blood ran as cold as ice.

Right before their eyes, Tai Kamiya and his entire clan stood before the Ishidas. The Kamiyas were outnumbered 2 to 1, but their firepower made up for their lack of numbers. Many of Tai's men were armed with semi-automatics and shotguns, aiming their weapons at their enemies and ready to fill the Ishidas with lead. With eyes of pure rage and eagerness, Tai kept his gun pointed to where he shot an Ishida at point blank, watching the smoke flow out of the gun's nozzle. With eyes of stone, Tai shifted his attention to the warlord of the Ishidas.

"I'm gonna use your freakin' head for a bowling ball," Tai rasped.

When Tai fired another shot at another hopeless Ishida at point blank, the rest of his clan opened fire with their leader. Dozens of Ishidas scattered everywhere, finding a good hiding spot from the Kamiyas' rampage. Some of them weren't so fortunate as they got reduced to torn flesh by enemy fire. Matt leapt behind his own hiding spot, followed by a huge barrage of bullets richeting from the metal inches away from his head. Finally regaining his focus, Matt whipped out his shotgun.

"PARTY TIME, BOYS!" Matt screamed. When many of the Ishidas finally found their hiding spots, they fired back at the Kamiyas. The firing from the Ishidas wasn't as frightening, but they have proven their point that none of them were going down that easily. By the time a few of the Kamiyas got their head shot clean off, all of the other Kamiyas immediately leapt into their own hiding spots.

For minutes, the clans were trading fire. Every one of them had to pop their heads out and blast anything that moved. Those who didn't have good enough reflexes ended up with enormous holes in their skulls and parts of their brains sapping out.

A good number of Kamiyas fell to their enemies, but more of the Ishidas were sent to hell. That was due to Tai and his grenades. With good grenade tossing, the Kamiya warlord reduced over a dozen Ishidas to burnt flesh. Tai tossed his last grenade at a crowd of Ishidas in sight. The explosion was enormous, consuming 4 Ishidas with its unforgiving fire and blowing a few others into little pieces. The 4 that were consumed ran like crazy, screaming and begging anyone to put the fire out.

None of the Kamiyas had any mercy to shoot the 4 blazing men down.

The Ishidas weren't doing so bad, either. They may not be as vicious as the Kamiyas when it comes to firepower, but their accuracy has provend to be frightening. Their warlord almost never missed a target, letting his shotgun rip anyone within range. He smiled to himself when he watched his eighth victim get knocked into a wall and die from one of his shells.

(You're next, Tai...)

On the Kamiyas' side, Tai and Izzy shared the same hiding spot as they blasted as many Ishidas as they can. When Izzy fired on his fifth victim, he realized that it was his last shell. Izzy let out a curse and tossed his shotgun away.

"Hey, Izzy! Use this!" Tai shouted, tossing his submachine gun to his friend. Thanking Tai, Izzy opened fire at the Ishidas while he still kept his head in hiding.


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High above the battlefield, Ken Ichijouji, the King of Blades, leaned on a rail and watched the battle rage on as he smiled and licked his lips, savoring every moment of bloodshed.

"Hmhmhmhmmmmm. Now this is what I call beautiful. Kinda like watching the Macy's Fireworks Spectacular, only this time it's taking place below. All I have to do is let those pathetic bastards tear each other apart. When they're out of the way, I will have all of Tokyo to myself!" Ken said to himself.

"You're just as hopeless as ever, King of Blades."

Ken quickly turned his attention to who spoke to him. High above the dark assassin was the Angel of Death, balancing on a rail and folding his arms as though he has not a hint of worry. T.K. leapt 5 levels down and smoothly landed on the rail Ken was leaning on. T.K. got off the rail and faced his nemesis.

"It's been a long time since we had our last showdown, King of Blades," T.K. said quietly. Ken smiled to himself, putting his hands in his black trenchcoat's pockets.

"Yeah, I remember. I remember beating the living shit out of you without even breaking a sweat! But somehow, you've changed on the inside. What did you do, seek help from a great master or something?" Ken asked in a mocking way.

"Well, something like that. How about I show you what I've learned?" T.K. slowly took off his own trenchcoat and tossed it away. The Angel of Death had no guns on him at all. Feeling the force within, T.K.'s hair started to flow up towards ceiling. As his energy within started to build, T.K. put his fists to the sides of his body and had his palm-sides face the ceiling. Huge streams of blue electricity started to flow out of T.K.'s heart and dance around his black attire as his well-chiseled muscles began to grow.

Ken slowly started to tremble. Slowly, Ken backed away from the Angel of Death. With wide eyes, Ken watched T.K. build his inner power more and more as the Angel of Death grinded his teeth and felt his sleeping power awaken.

"This time, Ken, you're gonna be dancing to my song now. Do you think you'll survive the dance?" T.K. asked, smiling as he felt the blue electricity spark on his fists and his muscles bulging against his shirt.

Ken let out a smile. A mean smile.

"Oh, how I've waited for this moment," Ken said to himself. Bringing his fists close to his chest, Ken felt his own power awakening. As his hair slowly flow up from his energy, huge streams of red electricity sparked out of his fists and danced around his own body. Ken let out a growl as his muscle mass started to grow. Ken's shirt couldn't hold in the huge muscles he was building as it started to tear.

With great coolness and blue electricity still flowing, T.K. folded his arms and watched.

"Takeru, this isn't about the money anymore. This time, it's just for the bloodlust! Nothing excites me more than pulverizing my enemies and proving that I'm at the top of the game! And I'm gonna prove it again tonight!!" Ken stated, getting into his fighting stance and prepared to rip T.K. into pieces.

Coolly, T.K. faced the dark monster and got into his Jeet Kune Do stance.

"Monsters like you are what make the world so damn sickening. I swear to the heavens... I WILL STOP YOU!!"




...... to be continued.




Phew! This is gonna get ugly, boys and girls! It's time I took the battles to a whole new level! Man, I can't wait for you to read and review what I have in store for the DigiDestined in my dark world later on, especially for Tai and Matt!! (no, there'll be no Taito crap that's been going on in so many fics.) I knoowwww you're gonna dig this!