The two parties locked eyes for what seemed like forever but was just a few grains in the vast sands of time. What broke this was a scream from Jen.

It started low and deep like the beginning of a lion's roar but grew to be a high and ear piercing scream of bloody murder. It broke all the windows within a ten-block radius and Bri, Dib, and even her own glasses.

This stunned Cri and the other Tristes so Jen took this chance to strike. She lunged forward and slashed Cri across her fair and perfect face.

'You bitch! Kill her!' Cri screamed. This is when chaos broke loose. 5 Tristes started toward Jen but Tro stepped, sword drawn, between her and the Tristes.

'You will kill her over my dead body!' Tro challenged.

'That could- and will be arranged. iBrother.' Cri spat the last word as dirty bug from her mouth.

During all of this Bri had been battling several Tristes both mind and body before one had clubbed her from behind. Now she was knocked out cold on the ground. Risika was cornered by 3 Tristes and was slowly being taken down by the Tristes' cattle prods. Dib had been down since Jen's scream as he was not immortal or even a bit psychic.

Jen and Tro were the last standing, with swords drawn.

'This maybe my last battle for me, Tro' Jen whispered under her breath to Tro right before Cri struck a dark wooden staff against the ground.