"Where do you think you're going? Ahaha...You think I'm just going to let you be protected by all your friends again? No...It's your turn." A faceless figure hovered in the air...a long sword was gripped tightly in his hands.

"It's you. You!!!! It's you...Bastard." Iris' hand was clenched so hard, it was already beating red. Sweating already...in a mere second of sight. It was him.

"Time to die, Miss. This has been one of my longer waits. I knew eventually they would have to leave you. Thank god you didn't go down to Midgar before Cloud. Now, it is time to say goodbye. Any lasts words? Such as...I hate you?" The faceless figure now had a face. Nightsaber. Stupid bastard....

"Alright, well, now it's time to say goodbye!!!" Nightsaber thrust his sword through the air....Iris closed her eyes...the fear was unsettling now...it was time to die. She held her very arms over her chests, closing her eyes.

"I'm not ready to die..I can't die...no..." She chanted to herself as if it all of a sudden mattered. And then it all ended. Suddenly her eyes opened wide with pain...The pain of blood...The pain of loss.

A new man in black stood in front of her...bleeding. A sword thrust in his heart...and he was grinning...who...was it?

"It won't be so easy." He was grinning...another faceless figure. Iris' eyes were too full of tears to see clearly. But...she knew that voice.

That voice...he's dead. Isn't he?

"Are you alright, Iris? Don't worry about it. Just close your eyes for now." For some reason... She believed him...she knew somehow that everything was going to be alright.. And it had to be true. And then it hit her.

"Zex...you're alive...how...?" And at that moment she fell down. No longer concious.

"Nightsaber, at the last fight you ran away. Would you care to do that again or show a bit of your warriors courage." Zex smirked, his sword in one hand, the other tightened, ready to fight.

"I won't be the one coming down this time. I'll be on top. I will be the one who wins this fight. Don't worry about it Zex. Just let go. You're going to lose. You must understand that.... Your life means nothing to me. I won't give you a chance to throw such a fancy attack again." Nightsaber let out a loud laugh. Showing the evil of men...

"What do you say I won't even try. Let's drop our blades and fight this like true warriors, eh? How about it. A true fight. No weapons involved. Only our true strength shall be able to win this battle. Up for it? Or is your sword all that is involved in your skill.

"I'm up for it. Sure...I'm always up for a good fight. Sadly, I don't know if you can quench my thirst. Well, I guess we'll just have to see now." Nightsaber grinned, threw his blade into the air and it quickly disappeared. Zex did the same.

"Let's go then! Give me your best shot!" Nightsaber grew impatient, and threw a strong punch at Zex. A strong lust for blood grew in his heart...and Zex was calm. Ready to fight him, he smashed his hand against his, and the term bloody knuckles grew a bit scarier. The very air blew away in fear as they hit eachothers fist.

Life didn't matter...not to him. Just a lust for blood! Rapidly, he threw a barrage of punches at Zex... Zex dodged every one of them. Somehow, Nightsaber just kept on going, throwing more and more punches.

"Are you hoping you'll land a lucky hit?" Zex mocked him, and punched him right back in his gut.