Ying VS Marcus:

"The Anger of the Black Devil"

The audience were cheering very loudly as Conners grinned. "Wow, what a powerful showing from the Black Tigers' Team of CHINA~~~!!! Heh heh, we'll get to see more of them in the near future, I think, the way they're dealing with their opponents!" He swipes his arm. "Black Tigers have 1 win. They need another win more to finish this FIGHT! Alright, Bladers, come FORWARD!"

"…" Shao's eyes narrowed. "End it quickly."

"…" The tall young man nodded, then stood up, his hands over his chest. He steps into the light, and Conners blinked.

"Just LOOK at the SIZE of that GUY! Damn, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark ALLEY! Let's hear it for YING from the BLACK TIGERS' TEAM!"

Ying stopped at his shooting point. He was unusually tall, but lankily built, with long arms and legs that looked they were overly extended beyond their normal sizes. He was wearing an all-black cheongsam, its silken trousers reaching up only until the lower part of his knees. He had a crimson bandanna tied at the back of his head, its long tails fluttering in the wind (maybe reiki…^^;;), the Black Tiger emblazoned on his forehead. The cheongsam was opened up front, held together by crimson silk strings, its short sleeves edged with crimson braid, as with the whole of his costume. He had bandages swathed about his lower ankles, over a pair of kung-fu slippers, and bandages swathed about his forearms. His hair was VERY black, like it was looking into the total darkness of a star-gone night, falling about his forehead ala-Trunks from Dragonball GT. His eyes were closed.

Mao sat down beside Shao, putting Zero Garrox inside her special pouch carrier. She blew the hair out of her eyes. "Ying's BORED."

"Who wouldn't? He's fighting with such a LAME opponent." Shao sighed. "But we can't do anything about it. We have to hold on till the Finals. We have to wait for 'them'."

"Alright, for Team GERMANY we have MARCUS~~~!!!"

A dark blond young man gripped his pale green Bey Blade and fitted it into his Shooter. Ying just did the same thing mechanically, albeit with his eyes closed.

"…" Marcus Eckart gritted his teeth. "You find me utterly BORING?! I'll SHOW YOU!"

"BLADES AT THE READY! 3…2…1…GOOOO…SSHHHHOOOOOOOOOTTTT~~~!!!"

Grengast and Fahlgrein hit the arena at the same time. Marcus wasted no time.

"I'll show YOU~~~!!! FAHLGREIN~~~!!! FALLING ARROW~~~!!!"

A pale green light shot out from the central bit, and a –Holy Beast- appeared, a wolf with a very shaggy mane, making him look like a lion. He rushed towards Grengast, intent on ripping him apart to pieces.

"…" Ying raised his right hand, and then closed it into a fist. He swipes it in a wide arc.

A dark purple light shone from Grengast's central bit, and a frightening apparition appeared: a fuusei kimono. It was a Chinese mystical beast that looks like a black panther, and it was known to be extremely loyal to its chosen master. And is a direct reflection of its master's high level of reiki.

It roared towards Fahlgrein, and it was all Marcus could do to shield his arms from the blinding flash of light that followed.

Mao smirked. "Heh. The fight's finished. That was Soul Crusher. No Bey could probably survive THAT."

Marcus' violet eyes widened, as Fahlgrein slowly floated towards him, spinning slowly. There was a quick series of light flashes, and Fahlgrein fell, its central bit the only thing that was holding it together.

It stops spinning.

"HUH~~~?!" Conners blinked, then raised his arms. "That was the FASTEST fight ever in about 5.5 SECONDS~~~!!! Fahlgrein, out COLD! Winner: Ying of the BLACK TIGERS' TEAM~~~!!!"

"…" Marcus gritted his teeth. "My Bey…Fahlgrein…"

"You ought to get practice, kid." Ying finally opened his eyes and revealed them as a shade of silver ice. "I let you live, the bit, that is. Find him a suitable Bey. Don't settle for crap like that."

He leaves, with a soft flutter of the tails of his bandanna. Mao frowned at him as he got back to their seat, closing his eyes again. "You didn't have to do that, Ying. 'They' especially won't let our OWN Beys live."

"…" Ying (who looked like a PERFECT carbon copy of Aoshi Shinomori except for the fact that he had ice silver eyes and fine eyebrows) just shook his head and sighed. "He ISN'T one of them. I see no reason why I should kill his –Holy Beast-."

"That is our mission. KILL all –Holy Beasts- in existence, that way, we can summon the most powerful of them ALL." Shao's eyes narrowed. "The Seal is still intact, and it is within 'her'. The time shall be soon when we finally unseal the Gate of Eden and everything shall turn into CHAOS."

"Is that why 'they' summoned 'her' back here?"

"Precisely. The Seal is Sigismund, himself. He must be extracted, along with the rest of the –Guardian Seals-. That way, our mission would be completed."

"So that was why the Guild has waited for her to turn 16…(I know, I KNOW! A bit of FFIX thrown in, don't give me DEATH GLARES!)" Mao mused. "So the –Guardian Seals- could be successfully extracted away from 'her'…"

"They have no idea they're just being USED." Shao laughed. "The BBA Team, the Bey Masters…even these poor pathetic competitors, themselves. The Abbey didn't succeed in unlocking the 'ultimate –Holy Beast- weapon' because they were looking for it at the WRONG place." He smiled coldly. "It was in Japan, all along."

"Alright, next Bladers, step right up, PLEASE!"

Shao stood up. "I'm next. Watch me, Ying. This is how we DO our MISSION."

"…" Ying was just quiet.

The leader of the Black Tiger Clan stepped right up to the shooting point and waited.