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"HAEHAEHAEHAE! You aren't much of a [Big shot] when in equal fight, are you?" Spamton cackled, forcing Cinder to back down from assaulting him with two swords and hide behind a large chunk of concrete. "[WRONG]!" He added, rising a solid ammount of blue bones right below her, not giving any chance to escape as he prepared three gaster blasters to blow her up.

"These won't stop-!... AAAGHHHHH!" Cinder screamed, abandoning her boasting as she tried to casually walk away from the blue bones.

"You really think so [Off the charts] about yourself?" Spamton cackled in positive disbelief as three demonic skulls took their positions in front and in the sides of kneeling Cinder, themselves charging a powerful aquamarine blast. "And don't try your [Poor] maiden powers thing, my friend will just cancel them."

"Ekheheh... I'd like to see you try." Cinder smiled, flicking her fingers as thunderous fire wave erupter from her in all directions.

"HAEHAEHAEHAE!" Enigmatic cackling sounded around her in response, as she witnessed pair of skeletal hands with large holes in their palms grab the fire she haf just send and then throw it sky high like an onion ring. "And to think you view yourself as a smart one... Miss Cinder." Enigmatic voice continues as three gaster blasters were joined in by a dozen of same white hands with holes in their palms, looking like they were ready to punch her in the face.

"What?!" She exclaimed, trying to spit out the flames from palms of her hands, but only recieving a few sparks at the end of her nails while shining mix of golden and red perticles began freely fly from her back into the sky. "What is happening?! My-my Maiden po-!"

"They are [Poor]. And so is [Ocassion] mercy of [Man who speaks in hands]." Spamton said with awful expression on his face as he teleported down to face her. "Now then, let's wait for your [Special offer] to be sold at [Crazy] price of mine sweat..."


"Yyp, Spamton got her." Jason said out loud, reading the text messeage from one of his subordinates who happen to stay behind in a safe distance and passively watched the rest of the battle unfold in place of his boss.

"Do you think he can do something... Out of control?" Blake asked him, sitting to his left inside the van's cargo hold as their convoy made their way throu relatively empty streets of Vale.

"Yes, that's why we let him do the ending alone." Vigilantie responded, sending her a sturdy, neutral glare. "Us two were meant to weaken them and eliminate the minor ones so he can focus on the bigger fishes. There is a reason we avoided battling Cinder and focused on likes of Mercury or Torchwick."

"And Spanton has to do all of the heavy lifting?"

"No, he's meant to learn about his power and maybe send a messeage or two."

"To whoever stands behind Cinder, I presume?"

"Exacly, she just came out of nowhere with two second-grade hitmans and Maiden powers. Coincidence and caution tell me as much." Jason stopped, hearing a sound of rising garage gate from the outside. "Seems like we're back at base, feel free to stay around if you need to."


"I do hope that the workday is over for me now, those blasts from industrial district are actually big." Heatwave thought as he took a deep breath and put a lighted cigarette into his lips, sending two smoke rings into the air near the window and looking at the street, where one familiar and two not-as-much-but-still familiar girls were looking at him impatiently. "The hothead had backup? Shit." He cursed inside him mind while turning his head away towards the storaged crates full of dust, but still observing the trio with the corner of his eye. "Naaah, Yang surely learned her lesson, she won't dare to-!" His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a loud bang followed up by an explosion and a wave of rising smoke erupted from now nonexistant doors with three girls standing in the forcefully widened frame.

"There he is Sis! Let's do this." The girl in a gothic dress exclaimed first, pointing her scythe towards him, two other following up with a rapier and a pair of loaded gauntlets.

"And I actually hopes you learned something, Yang." Heatwave sighed, taking a combat stance and aiming his fireblazer at the miraculously intact dust crates. "As soon as I pull the trigger, we are all dead..." He added with enforced slowness, while his co-workers used the common sense and took their place behind the girls, cutting their entreance/escape router and adding twelve guns on his side. "... But, if y'all will be kind enough to let go of a grudge only one of ya' has, we can avoid this, no problem." He added, while the girls took a brief look around and notices that the building didn't have a staircase to the higher condignation. "Na-na-na, only people on the higher tier can allow you to come up. And given that you just trashes our doors, they won't."

"It's not like you own this room." Girl with white hair tied in a ponytail responded, pointing her rapier back at him.

"Guess again, racist." Heatwave responded decisively, taking out and showing to the trio the document confirming the ownership of this racket alongside an S.D.C. mark burned on both of his arms. "I admit tho, they really wanted to make me uncapable of escaping, shame that didn't matter in the end." He added directly to the ponytail girl, narrowing his eyes at the end of the sentence.

"You aren't even storming here legally, kids." One of the man who encircled the girls added, almost snarling as he spoke. "In-training doesn't mean trained, read a fucking book!"

"Now, now, we aren't meant to great enemies like that..." Heatwave said, making his man settle down a little while the intruders exchanged confused glares. "I'm gonna give you two options. Either we fight so you can try getting revenge and getting expelled from Beacon in the process... Or you can leave immedieately, because I will rip the spines out of you if you pick option one." He continued, presenting his deal to not fully convinced girls. "Also, here's a hint. Huntsman at the core are meant to deal with the Grimm, not fellow humans."

"We go with option number one." Yang responded first, cocking up her gauntlets while a short girl in gothic dress spun her scythe twice.

"Fine then." Heatwave nodded, crossing his Fireblazee with a kitchen knive before his chest. "I'm suprised the Schnee girl is actually smart, superstition touches everyone after all..." He added in thought, noticing that now he had to face two girls instead of three, given that one of them just left.