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Mike: (remains silent)

Patrick: (also quiet)

Alexia: (quiet too)

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Prelude to a Squall

As the Bladebreakers walked up the hotel, none of them were able to smile. Tyson's grandfather had asked once or twice in the bus why they were "so darn quiet that you could hear a pin fall and drop on a seat cushion." Of course, none of them were really able to reply only that certain question, and even now they still hadn't spoken.

And then finally, Kai said, "As soon as we get upstairs, Chief, I want you to work on our beyblades. We still need to improve."

"I know," said Kenny, nodding. "And I will. I still can't seem to forget the power that blast that Mike gave out…"

At this, everyone instantly remembered the Relic Bladers' final match against the All-Stars, and Mike's blasting phase on Trygle. It seems amazing that Trygle was even together after that. Then again, Emily had said that Trygle was close to falling apart when she looked it over after the match.

"We don't even know what the others are capable of," said Kenny. "Mike's shown his full power—which will more than likely improve tomorrow by rates that we don't know. Patrick could've possibly shown half of his—and that was bad enough. But Jade and Alexia's full powers are still an absolute mystery."

"That's why right after you fix the blades, we're going into serious practice," said Kai as they reached the steps into the hotel. "And I mean serious. We're not going to stop until we all give out."

"And for once I'm not even going to complain," murmured Tyson. "I want a rematch with Patrick and the thing to do now is make sure that I don't crash down five minutes into it."

"How about you, Kai?" asked Ray. "I'll bet you want to take on Mike again."

"I do—but I'm not going to without making sure that I'm prepared for it," he replied. "Alexia gave me warning. Now I see the basis for it."

"Yeah…wish they could still give us warning now," said Max with a sigh. "I really didn't like the way they looked at us back at the stadium…"

"Neither did I," said Ray. "But Robert said that they take it seriously. So we should too or we won't stand a chance."

Kai nodded as they all went into an elevator. "Right, then. Let's crack down to business."

Form the Relic Bladers' room, there was an almost stifling silence. Patrick was sitting on his bed with Armada in his hands, Mike sat on chair by a table, staring at Archonwolf, who was on the table, Alexia was leaning against the wall, and staring at her own Aldebaran, and Jade was by the window, a hand on the glass and the other holding her Auran. Zeus stood by the door silently, waiting for them to make a move.

For minutes on end, they were like that—each on his or her own position and silent. And finally, they all heard the clink of metal being taken up. They all looked up to see that Mike had picked up Archonwolf and was now looking at all of them. Zeus looked to the captain, and so did everyone else.

"Well, Fearless Leader?" asked Patrick silently. "What'll it be?"

Mike looked at them for a moment, then at his beyblade. Then he looked up at them again, his face set and his mind made up. There was only one thing to do for them now.

"Let's do it."

Alexia's eyes widened slightly, but did not say anything as she straightened up. Jade looked at him and nodded. Zeus, also looking serious, asked quietly, "When?"

Mike glanced at them. "We'll do it tonight. But we'll practice for now. They prepare their way, and we prepare our way."

"Tonight, then," said Patrick, walking over to him with all the other Relic Bladers. Mike glanced around at them and held out his gripped beyblade, the point facing down. "For Tala."

Everyone held out their beyblades as well, linking fists with him in the circle. "For Tala," they agreed.

Zeus slowly smiled. "I'll prepare it for you guys, then."

In the abbey far from where the other three groups that made it to the Semi-Finals were, Ian, Spencer and Bryan had returned to the BIOVOLT headquarters. Everything in the abbey was quiet, as usual, and there were only the sounds of their walking as they headed for the main training chamber, where Boris had requested them to go to right after the tournament.

Ian opened the doors to the training chamber, and Boris stood waiting from one side of a large arena, looking as regal yet imposing as he turned to see them come in. "I trust that you all have done well," he remarked.

"Yes, sir," replied Ian. "We've won—as expected. And we've also acquired the bit beasts of the All-Stars, White Tigers, Olympian Blades and Orient Pearls."

"Excellent," said Boris, smiling maliciously. "Tomorrow, you face off against the Majestics. Their bit beasts are also extremely valuable to you all. I expect another win from you all."

"Yes, sir," said Ian.

There was stifling silence. And then Boris gave a soft chuckle. "Waiting for your captain?"

Of course, there was no reply from the Demolition Boys. It wasn't a sort of question that was to be answered. But still, it was rather expected that they would be. After all, Tala should go out and have a go tomorrow—he didn't have his share of the bit beasts today.

Boris turned to the doors nearby and said to the Demolition Boys, "Well, I think that you should see him for yourself." And he called, "Tala!"

The doors slowly hissed open in a flood of mist from down below. In the shadows, footsteps resounded, and a figure began to walk towards them. The Demolition Boys watched, as their captain walked out into the light.

Tala looked frankly imposing without trying. His blue eyes were now as sharp as ever, both cold with no trace of mercy or sympathy for anyone or anywhere. His skin was pale as ever, and he was no longer covered in wounds and cuts. He looked as stolid as ever, but he generated an aura that was far more fearsome that the Demolition Boys remembered him to have.

"Your captain has returned," said Boris with a smirk. "Tala is now the perfect soldier for BIOVOLT. He will crush through all his opponents with no second thought. He has been infused with the power of the bit beasts that was remade synthetically from our laboratories. He is now more than fitting to be your captain now."

In truth be told, the Demolition Boys knew that, just by looking at him. Tala regarded them all with an almost alarming coldness and he said nothing and did nothing.

He's a robot…all things considered… Boris thought. But the perfect weapon. BIOVOLT has finally managed to create the most powerful of its weapons to date. Tala's skill and talent have been bred and prepared for the next round. He's now ready to give fear to all his opponents, and no longer has he any sympathy for those vile Arcans.

"Tomorrow," Boris said aloud, "Tomorrow, you all are going to the Semi-Finals and give the world a first taste of the terror which will be the norm once BIOVOLT gains control."

"Yes, sir," came the chorus of the Demolition Boys.

"Oh, man," Enrique groaned, flopping over the back of a seat he dropped onto late that night. "I can't move…" His hands dangled down, and his Amphilyon dropped to the ground with a clank. He groaned and bent down to pick it up as Oliver nearby crawled onto his bed.

"I don't think we've ever practiced so hard before," he said, his voice muffled by the mattress.

The Majestics, the moment they'd gotten out of their helicopter, had been ushered by Robert to a relentless practice session that lasted the entire day and into the night. It was only now that they finally called it a day and they just barely managed to get back to their room.

Johnny, who was swallowing down his third straight tumbler of water, now let out his breath and panted, "Oh yeah? You think this is bad…" He nodded over to the window which Robert was looking out of. "Look at those sadists outside."

Oliver, intrigued, slowly pulled himself off the soft embrace of his mattress and trudged over the window and stood next to Robert, who, amazingly, didn't look as tired as he and the rest of the Majestics were. "What's up out there?" Oliver asked him.

Robert said nothing—he merely nodded out the window. Oliver looked out the window of their hotel and down to the grounds, and he was rather stunned to see a group of five figures down at the lawn, still going. "How long have they been down there?!" Oliver breathed. "They were there when we were practicing and they're still there now!"

"I think the Bladebreakers are just determined," said Johnny. "Either that or Kai's the one making them stay."

"I think it to be the latter, then," Robert said. "Kai's ordering them about the arena as they practice—he didn't use to awhile ago."

So maybe he was. But it was for quite a good reason and no one can deny that. The Bladebreakers were still down there, working non-stop at Kai's directions, and they were all around a blue-tinted portable beystadium—obviously furbished for them by Mr. Dickinson.

"You think we should follow their example?" Robert smirked.

Johnny groaned and dropped to the ground in a sitting position, "I can barely get to my bed let alone go down and practice again."

"Besides, Robert—it's ten-thirty p.m.," said Oliver. "It's time to call it quits. Look at them down there—they're flagging too, anyway. Even Kai."

"All right…" Robert rolled his eyes. "Get to rest—we've an early day tomorrow, and out battle with the Demolition Boys is first up."

They all turned away from the window as a snore sounded in the room, and they saw that Enrique was already asleep on the chair. Oliver smiled and walked over to his seat, and slowly began to tip it over. Feeling that he was slipping, Enrique jolted awake. "Hey!"

Oliver burst into laughter. "You shouldn't sleep there—get to your bed."

"Don't scare me like that!" Enrique protested tiredly and he got up and trudged to his bed, flopped down, then promptly began snoring.

"Enrique!" they exclaimed.

"What?" he asked.

"Hit the showers first and get dressed, will you?"

"Come on—one last round!" Kai directed to the bladers about thirty minutes after the Majestics had retired.

Tyson groaned and fell to the grassy, misty ground. "Kai, you said 'last round' forty-five minutes ago! We're tired—our bodies can't take much more of this—even you! We'll have to stop sometime!"

"We have to keep practicing," Kai said, now irritable with exhaustion. "We have to be at the top of our game against any of the other three teams that made it into the Semi-Finals. And it just happens that we go against the Relic Bladers tomorrow."

Tyson groaned and rolled over to Ray, who was standing nearby, and he clutched at the one of the legs of Ray's pants. "Please, Ray! Agree with me! It'll make him stop!"

But Tyson's tug made Ray's exhausted body tumble down to the ground as well and Ray gave an "oof!" as he hit the earth. He looked up at Kai and said, "Kai, actually…Tyson…may have a point here."

"See?!" said Tyson, sweat running down his face. "He agrees!"

Kai bristled, "It's not a majority vote."

Tyson whirled around to look at Max who was on a stone bench. "Hey Max, I'm right, aren't I? We should call it quits now, and you agree with me, right?"

He stopped. The Bladebreakers looked to see Max already sleeping quietly on the stone bench, his head using his arm as a pillow. He held his shooter with one hand and his Draciel in the other. Tyson blinked, "He's asleep."

At this, Kenny, who'd been silent all the while, shut his laptop and said, "All right, you guys. I think we should stop. Max is asleep already—and the rest of you are obviously exhausted as well."

Kai rolled his eyes and was about to protest when Ray hit the back of Kai's knees with his leg, making Kai's legs buckle and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"See?" Ray said dully. "You're tired too."

Kai surrendered and was too tired to argue. For a moment, there was silence. And then Tyson broke the silence as he tiredly said, "Guys, I can't get up."

"I can't move," Ray answered.

"I think you guys are overreacting," Kenny said.

"Easy for you, to say—you've just been typing there the whole time we were here," said Tyson, his tiredness making him sassy.

"He's working," Kai answered. "He's still going to remodel the blades later tonight and he's working on what we can do against our opponents." Slowly, he hoisted himself up back to his feet, stepping well away from Ray. "Now get up so we can get to walking. They can't bring you to the room by wheelbarrow."

Tyson groaned and pretended to die and Kenny nudged him with his foot. "Get up already, Tyson—it's over."

Ray stood up, swaying slightly as his did, and Driger hung limply in his hands along with his shooter. "What do we do about Max? Should we wake him up?"

"Do we opt to carry him, then?" asked Kai.

"But he looks so tired," said Kenny.

And Ray replied, "We can barely stand, let alone carry Max up there. Let's just wake him up a bit."

Tyson then crawled over to the bench where the sleeping figure was and he gently shook Max awake. "Max. Hey, Max, wake up. Practice is over."

"H-huh?" Max slowly stirred. "What—it is? Oh man, I'm sorry you guys, but I guess I just dozed off. How long have I been asleep?"

"Just ten minutes," replied Kenny, who was fixing up the portable beystadium. "Come on. Let's go upstairs."

Max yawned and slowly got up, and he pulled Tyson to his feet, and then, slowly making their pace, the group trudged up to the hotel doors and headed for their room. As the group piled into an elevator, Kenny looked at the fold-up beystadium inside the suitcase and said, "You guys really beat this thing up."

"Reminds me of what the Arcans do to stone beystadiums," replied Tyson.

Max, yawning, said, "Hey, I wonder how they're doing?"

"Probably somewhere, practicing," replied Kai, stifling his own yawn. "Like what we should be doing now."

"What we should be doing is getting rest," said Ray. "If we don't we'll get so beat up that we wouldn't be able to play well tomorrow anyway."

There was no response after that. And then Kenny commented, "What do you think it'll be like finally facing off with the likes of them?"

"Difficult," said Kai.

"Unpredictable," replied Ray.

"Awkward," answered Tyson.

They looked at Tyson for his reply and Kenny asked, "What do you mean, awkward?"

Tyson shrugged and said, "Well, it's kind of weird. We've been seeing them move and fight often, and some of us even took them on. And more to it than that, they're good friends of ours. Now they've given us that weird vibe and stuff, and we'll go at them again…"

He straightened up to keep himself awake and said, "Why wouldn't it be weird? They're serious opponents now—when the last time we had them they were taking it easy."

"You have a point, Tyson, but I really don't think that's what sends the 'awkward' factor at Ray and Kai here," Max said without opening his eyes.

The other two Bladebreakers turned scarlet but said nothing, as expected, and Max just grinned to himself. The elevator doors opened at their floor and somehow the group managed to return to their hotel room. The moment the lights went on, however, there was a race for the shower, and Ray won—being the fastest.

As soon as everyone was done Tyson flew to his bed and flung the covers over him, vanishing. There was instantaneous snoring coming from his bed and all the others got sweatfloods. "We better get to bed too," said Ray, seeing that Max was also asleep already.

The lights went out, and everything was silent.

Heading to midnight, shadows began moving in the mists below, emerging from the hotel doors. They moved with silence—as much silence considered, anyway.

"Ouch, Pat—you stepped on my foot!"

"Well you shouldn't have put it there!"

"Why, I oughta—"

"Shush, you guys!"

"It's fogging up around here…we can barely see a thing."

"Zeus already finished the preparations so just hush and let's get on with this."

There was a slight pause, and more movement from the ground below. As the wind blew some of the mists away, it revealed the Relic Bladers all standing at the grounds below. Mike was looking up at the sky, waiting for the moon to emerge from the clouds.

Patrick then said, "Are we sure about this?"

"It's only a first level thing," replied Mike. "It's not on full force."

"Yeah, that would have some…more serious consequences…" said Jade, shrugging.

Alexia looked at her beyblade and watched the bit piece gleam in the light. "Well…this is all for Tala. We just have to get him back. We just have to."

"And we will," nodded Mike. He saw the moon break through the clouds and smiled. "It's a crescent. Just right." He looked to his team and said, "Our blades are already upgraded, and we've practiced relentlessly all day—"

"I'll say," Alexia remarked.

"—so we're ready," said Mike. He looked around. "Zeus?"

Zeus materialized from the shadows. He was swathed in a sweeping intricately-decorated cloak that covered his whole body, save his head and neck. He looked at the Relic Bladers and said, "Everything is prepared. You all know what to do?"

"Yes," replied the group.

Zeus nodded and turned around. He struck a match, and threw it into the mist. A small bonfire materialized. "Then go to your positions."

Mike slowly took the lead, and positioned himself on one side. The other three moved into the six-cornered shape, but the higher point end of the slightly V-shaped formation was missing.

Alexia murmured, "That's Tala's place."

Mike slowly nodded. "There's nothing we can do about that now. It'll still work anyway."

There was eerie silence that followed, with nothing more than crickets. Oddly enough, the funny little bonfire cast no smoke. It was burning from golden-silvery 'coals' that were glowing on the ground. Zeus then murmured, "All of you—your beyblades."

Slowly, each of the Relic Bladers held out they beyblades, which all glimmered in an odd metal gleam into their faces. The beyblades seemed to glow by the light of the bonfire. As each of them held out their beyblades, Zeus said, "Take your bit pieces, and throw them into the fire."

There were snapping sounds as the group unlatched their bit pieces from their beyblades, and held them out for a brief moment at the fire. They gleamed brightly, and then they all threw the sparkling pieces into the flame. As the calm before impact arrived, Zeus said, "Brace yourselves."

Instantly, there was a massive blast of light and energy that blew up from the fire, and a sudden wind that caused all the Relic Bladers to raise their arms up in protection. It shot massive pillar of light into the sky, sweeping up the clouds.

Kai jolted awake. A blinding light had flashed across his eyes. He looked up at the window, and saw that a massive pillar of golden light was outside. He stared at it, appalled, and then, without taking his eyes off the pillar, he groped for his pillow and flung it into the dark behind him.

"Ow!!" Tyson groaned. He got hit. "What the—hey, Kai, what's the big idea?!"

"Get up!" Kai hissed. "And look outside."

Tyson rubbed the sleep from his eyes, which instantly widened when he saw the pillar of light outside, casting a gleam into their windows. "Whoa…"

From a nearby window, Ray materialized. "What took you guys so long to notice?"

"You're up?" Kai raised an eyebrow.

"I guess a guy can't get a drink of water without being partially blinded by a blast of unknown light," Ray grimaced. "That light's been up for thirty full seconds."

"What's causing it?" Kai demanded, getting out of bed as Tyson shook Max and Kenny awake—both of which were as stunned as he was to see it.

Ray nodded down. "I think it's the Relic Bladers. I can't tell because of the fog and the source of the light's too bright for me to get a good look."

"Must be," said Max. "That's not exactly the Demolition Boys' style, is it?"

"But…what are they doing down there?" Tyson blinked.

Kenny was typing away so furiously in his laptop that Dizzi said, "Whoa, Chief—slow down! You're about to beat my processing speed."

"What's up with the light, Dizzi?" asked Kenny.

"Well as far as I can tell it's a powerful energy—concentrated—and there's more than one emission," said Dizzi. "The closest thing I've got to an energy match are that of bit beasts. But it seems pretty powerful for it."

"Whoa…" said Ray. "That's amazing…I've never seen anything like it!"

"Just goes to show…exactly what the Arcans have been keeping underneath all that…" muttered Kai.

Outside, the brilliant light started to dim after the seventieth second, and it became thinner and thinner, until it was a streak of golden light that vanished in a twinkling flash into the sky.

The Relic Bladers looked up at the sky, and Zeus said, "Take your beyblades, and then throw them into the air over your head—and do what you're supposed to. Don't worry—they won't fall and hit you on the head."

Patrick made a face at him, but got ready. Keeping their eyes to the sky, a sudden bright flash lit the sky at the hole in the clouds created by the beam. At this moment, all the Relic Bladers threw up their beyblades into the air over their heads in unison. Instantly, from the hole in the sky, four beams of differently-colored light came blazing from above and shot out in rays. The beyblades hung in the air, amazingly.

Patrick called, "I summon the sacred relic born of the seas and oceans! That which inflicts terror and guards our land of relics! I summon the power of the sacred relic—and come to me as the relic Armada!!"

A brilliant blue stream shot brightly out and crashed into Patrick's beyblade. It hit the beyblade, covering it with glimmering blue light, and it bounced then hitting the fire, turning it blue.

Alexia called, "I summon the sacred relic born of the winds and sky! Creature in control of forces in winds around our land of relics! I summon the power of the sacred relic—and come to me as the relic Aldebaran!!"

Similar to what happened to Patrick, a red light blasted out of the sky, overcame Alexia's beyblade and rebounded off into the fire to change it into red light.

Jade called, "I summon the sacred relic born of wood and wild! Sentinel of all life and harmony residing within our land of relics! I summon the power of the sacred relic—and come to me as the relic Auran!!"

In response, the blaze of green light struck from the sky and overcame her blade, and transformed the bonfire below into flickering greed flames.

Finally, Mike called, "I summon the sacred relic born of the lightning and thunder! Twin of the hallowed guardian of the land of relics! I summon the power of the sacred relic—and come to me as the relic Archonwolf!!"

A crack of silver split from the skies and struck the beyblade over Mike's head, filled it with silver light and rebounded into the flames, turning them silver.

When this final light had set, there was another blast, but this time, it blew like a shockwave around the fire, and impacted all the Relic Bladers, who were all wide open to receive it. For about ten seconds of pandemonium—energy of specific colors flowing into each Relic Blader—there was only the sound of rushing energy.

"Aaah!" Kenny cried as a spark blew off in his laptop. "Dizzi, are you okay?"

Dizzi was only a little frazzled at the sudden spark, but she said, "Blew a fuse, Chief—not so bad…but that energy rush was too much to handle!"

"What is going on out there?!" Max gasped, looking around at his friends with wide blue eyes. "Did you guys hear what they said?"

"Y-Yeah…" said Ray. "I didn't understand it all, though."

"Let's go down there!" said Tyson. "Who knows what's going on down there?!"

Kai was way ahead of him—he was already running to the door. The Bladebreakers all tore after him.

Down below, the finale of the ritual came to close as each beyblader gasped at a final blast—and as instantly as the shockwave came, it died away, leaving four glowing beybladers and beyblades hovering over them.

Slowly, the light around the beybladers vanished, and the beyblades hovered over, floating in front of them—and suddenly flew like bullets to the space above the bonfire, where they all collided with each other in one clank and were rebounded back to their owners, where they stopped and hovered in front of them. Zeus then quietly said, "Take your blades."

The Relic Bladers, who had their eyes closed, now opened them. If one could see their eyes now, one would notice that their eye-color were all suddenly brighter and could be seen from afar—and they all flickered in the light that struck them ever few seconds or so. With an ethereal lethargy they reached out and took each glowing beyblade.

When they did, the light instantly died down from them, and the Russian night was back. The bonfire vanished. Zeus quickly strode into the mist to retrieve the 'coals', which were now as cold as if they've never been lit. As soon as he'd taken the 'coals', he motioned for all the Relic Bladers to approach. The mist cleared. They now surrounded the ground where the fire was lit, and on the ground were twinkling pieces of metal.

"Take your relics, beybladers," said Zeus, no longer serious and now smiling. The Relic Bladers smiled wearily back and picked up each of their respective bit pieces. As they did, Zeus added, "Remember—don't put them in your beyblades yet."

"We know," Mike said, taking his bit piece and slipping it under his cap for safekeeping as the others also kept theirs.

Zeus, still smiling, now said, "Now, you all are ready for tomorrow."

The group all smiled and they all began to head back to the hotel. Jade murmured, "You think anyone noticed?"

"I think everyone noticed," said Mike with a grin as he glanced back to look at her and Zeus nodded. "It's just that no one understood it."

"No one but us," smiled Alexia.

Patrick suddenly looked up with now brilliant gray eyes because of the ritual. "We've got company, you guys. Bladebreakers."

The group looked up and saw the Bladebreakers all standing in front of the hotel, waiting for them, it seemed. They all looked rather badly awakened, but were staring at them with eyes that were very awake indeed. Mike stopped in his pace, and they all followed suit.

For long awkward moment, both groups just remained in standoff, unsure of what to say or do—at least, one of them were. And then, Tyson, unable to contain his curiosity, asked, "What—you guys, what were you doing out there?"

The Relic Bladers suddenly stared right at them, and the Bladebreakers all saw their eyes. Whoa… thought Max. Their eyes are all brighter in color… What could've happened?

And them Mike, looking indifferent, then replied, "Good luck tomorrow, Bladebreakers." And he started walking as all the others followed.

They all began to walk past the stunned Bladebreakers. Alexia passed and Kai grabbed her wrist. She turned around to look at him, and for a while they just looked, Kai asking a silent question. Alexia, knowing that this wasn't a good time, shook her head and went after Mike.

Jade walked past Ray, who just stared straight ahead, not looking at her. She glanced at him slightly, but upon seeing that he was just impassively staring ahead, went on past him and to follow after the others. Tyson glanced at Ray as soon as she was gone, and saw that Ray's fist was shaking as he clenched it tightly. He looked to his face and saw that it was as if he was keeping back something painful.

The Relic Bladers vanished, and Max let out his breath. "I don't know about you guys, but that was just plain scary."

Kenny swallowed hard and nodded. He looked at Kai and asked, "So what now?"

"What else?" Kai muttered. "We face them tomorrow."

Standing by his window, Tala was merely a statue. His face bore no expression, not even when he saw the blasts of light that had appeared just previously. Fortunately, the abbey was so dark in shadow that probably only a few noticed it.

When the light appeared, Tala sensed that the beyblade in his hands was vibrating. The bit beast within it seemed to be wildly agitated. But with supreme control he managed to tame his bit beast down.

Arcans… he thought. Prepare all you must—I know what that light is. But I won't rest until I've destroyed every single one of you and taken your bit beasts.

Mike: The ritual should be a great help.

Jade: Yeah… but there are still…some things about it.

Patrick: Then hopefully we manage to get through without anyone suspecting…

Alexia: I don't think that'll happen… we should just go full force.

Mike: (raising an eyebrow) And risk…

Jade: Enough. Okay, you guys, here it comes. The Semi-Finals. Review everybody, and tell us what you think of this chapter.