I was really out of it last chapter. I have to apologize now. I'm sorry for the last chapter. I'm sure a lot of the story was fine, but my grammar was horrible. I kept putting he for the, and she for see, and to for two. I started sentences and then changed my mind and said the same thing without deleting the original beginning so it was all choppy. I had just finished my research paper, if that's any excuse. I'll try my b…no, not my best, but my darndest from here on out.

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The metal of the halls are torn apart by hundreds of rounds from Dijon's ARM. A maniacal laughter filling the room. His fire not shadowing his laughs. Sakura ran along the floor trying her best to outrun the shots as she would run around him as best she could in the crowded halls. The man had a way of putting in a new clip before she could even get an attack in. She had to try something.

"Why are you doing this?" She pleaded. "You're…a well respected reporter!" She got in through gasps. It was hard to talk and run since her breaths were wearing thin.

"Pheh. He was once a deadly assassin!" He bellowed. "He is the best at what he does, and Grant Dijon is always the best!" He decreed. "No one can be his better! If they are…he will become their better in another field." Sakura was just beginning to realize how crazy this man is being that he speaks in the third-person. She figured out what he meant though. If someone were his better at anything, say eating, he would kill them in another field, say…fighting like this. "Sakura Ryokai is better reporter than Grant Dijon…but she will not be a better fighter, and he will kill her!" His relentless attacks and quick reloads continue as Sakura can feel her body start to tire. The time it takes him to reload ever only gave her brief seconds to take a breath and get ahead of his shots. She is well aware that the running around will save her, but may kill her in the long run. "Fu-fu-fu! I have enough rounds to keep this up for hours!"

She flinched out of pain when she spots the blood on her left forearm. In this moment she looks to the man and notices a grin on his face. There was a linger and no shots passed which brought a grin to her own face. She began to move again as he fired after her. She stops short and takes a few rounds from his gun. As he stopped his assault she took her own ARM and fired out at him as three rounds entered the man's body causing him to drop to the ground.

"Grant…is amazed she would take shots in to get one attack in."

Sakura grins as she drops her holster to the floor. Three rounds sticking out of it. "I used my holster to take the shots. I knew you would think I took them instead."

Dijon stood up anyway. "Still…Grant Dijon has plenty of fight left in him." He gleamed as his ARM came back to his hand and Sakura went back on the defensive.

Clive looked around the large room he was knocked into by some unknown enemy. He rubbed his head to counter the small bump growing from the wound he gained from hitting the ground. He looked in the direction of some footsteps he overhears. "Hello there, my name is Soy Jackson." The young man grinned. His eyes covered over by a pair of black sunglasses. A jacket over his black shirt, colored red on the sleeves and collars, and green across his torso and chest, as well as his back. His dark brown pants looking nearly black in the shadows of the room. Clive stared at him from his kneeling position. Soy looked the married man over diligently. Finally letting go a low sigh. "I was promised to meet the greatest marksman in all of Filgaia…but no, I get a pathetic pretty boy who probably can barely use that huge gun of his."

Clive was quick to stand in outrage. Clenched teeth. "What?" Clive was quick to swing up his ARM and fire at the young man whose jacket at the shoulders is blown apart. Soy let out a mild chuckle.

"That's hilarious…you tried to shoot out my shoulder and only grazed my coat."

Clive let out a grin. "That would be true…had I been aiming at your shoulders. I aimed at those sleeves."

Soy let out another humoring laugh. "I may as well fight you…if you really believe you can be anything more than an old man." It was that moment that Soy was shot straight in the upper right arm. There was no more laughter as his smile turned to a grimace. In wroth the younger man with sable hair drew his small ARM much like a hand-gun and he aimed for Clive. "I will never miss my target." He declares as he let out on Clive who is just able to move away from the shots. It was pretty close. Soy is quick to follow up with more round into the thick air as Clive ran further into the large room and fired back as quickly as he could while still listening for the shots from Soy. By listening to those shots Clive could hear where Soy was an effectively dodge his attacks.

Throughout the room shots bounced against walls and the two men always tried their best to maneuver the others' rounds. Clive kept watching as he reloaded how Soy easily aimed and fired. He never would second-guess his attacks. He never even looked for more than an instance at Clive. It was impossible for even himself to just simply fire without much more than a glance, but Soy was doing just that. He had to reload after his next shot, and he knew he had to cripple the other man by then to insure that he would have enough time to do so. Clive strode forward with his coat trailing behind him. It was like slow-motion, but Clive got his aim straight and fired the shot that knocked Soy's ARM from his hand. Clive went straight to reloading his weapon. By the time Clive looked back he noticed Soy had a new ARM in his hand with some strange nozzle. He fires at Clive who hears no shot as he dodged the shot anyway by watching where Soy did aim.

Things just got harder for Clive. He had been using the sounds of the shots to tell where Soy was, but now Soy had an ARM that he could not hear really well in the battle. Clive resorts to watching his movements instead and the two continue the dance of flying bullet rounds. Clive got around the shots as best as he could. However, he stopped when he felt something hit his neck. Soy had halted as well. Clive took a dart from his neck and looked at it briefly. He knew what it was.

"Heh. You've been awfully troublesome so far." Soy admits putting away his blow-gun. "So…I'll just wait for the half0hour to and hour time limit to pass and kill you when the sleeping poison takes effect."

Clive glared at the other man and his unfair tactics. Clive grasped his ARM and got ready for the second and final round.

Jet fell to the floor with a loud bang. His hand at his head rubbing furiously. He looked to the door he failed to notice was closed in front of him in the dark hall. A curse word filled the air as he stood. "Who put a door here?" He looked it over carefully. He touched it and it did not open. He tried to force it open by pushing the two parts of the mechanical door apart. He could not. That was what had worked on the door of the same make that was in the sandcraft. He looked to the panel on the side of the door and punched the button to no avail. He realized it was locked by someone.

"Do you think your thick head can break it open, Jet?" Emilia huffed as she weakly walked towards him.

"Emilia?" He was surprised to see her already. She thought her battle would last the longest. "How did you get up so fast?"

"I just cut holes into the ceiling and kept doing that until I got up here." Emilia explains as she moves to the door. Inspecting it up and down.

"What do you think?"

"It's…amazing work…just like a high-class sandcraft. Superior work." She commented. She kneeled down and removed a panel.

"H-Hey! What are you doing?" He wondered in a slight fear. She was about to mess with something and he was worried she'd blow him up along with her.

"I'm going to hot-wire the door." She grinned. "I know what I'm doing. I've made a door just like this back in Jolly Roger before." She assured as she messed around with the wires in the wall. The door sure enough parts and opens though revealing a poorly lit hallway that lead to a rung ladder, but…there was also a second hall heading the other wall. That was what Jet and Emilia came to first and looked to the two plaques above the door. One read 'Mechanic: Sour', and the other read 'GaMe RoOm' in three separate colors in a manner much like a kid would fingerpaint. "I'm going to go find the guy who built this place. Hopefully I can turn off the defense system that most likely is at work on the upper levels where McCoy is."

Jet nodded. "Be careful."

"I don't think I'm the one you should worry about. You're the one about to go into the den of the lion." She laughs.

He runs his hand through his hair and grins. "Yeah, that's right…"

"Jet…'the Macho Man'." She breaks into a jagged fit of laughter as he grimaces and walks away for the ladder.

Adven rolls away from the claws of his enemy who had knocked him into the empty room just as large as the one Clive had been knocked into at the same moment. He stood up to look at his enemy. His jaw nearly dropped as he looked at the seductive and beautiful woman who tossed her long curly honey brown hair over her shoulder without effort. The woman examining him closely as he could only twitch while staring at her soft pink lips.

She gives a small smile. "You aren't the man I was hoping for when I hit you in here. You're pathetic and weak." His mind began to wander back at that insult. "I was expecting a real man. I only like strong competition…and you don't even match up with that tough girl I killed last week." She giggles innocently as Adven began to realize the oxymoron that was Honey. "I usually let those weaker than me go free…but when that person is a man…I have to kill them. Why let them go through life ashamed?"

"You put a new meaning to 'penis envy'." Jet spat. He stood tall and strong as she pounced at him like a cat with her tail trailing behind her in the air. Her clawed, gloved hands lunging for him. He moves aside at the last minute and strikes with his fist at her abdomen. She lands and turns to him. Putting her hand to the spot he hit. She looked at it and then back at him with a smirk.

"I see…you're not as weak as I thought you were." She licks her gloved hand which made him gulp out of his nervousness. "I still haven't let out my full strength just yet." She flashes a sultry look. "I guess since you're worthy enough to at least play with before killing I'll tell you my name, it's Honey." She stared at him as a moment passed. "You gonna honor me with your name?"

"Adven. Adven Bok." Just as he let out the 'k' she was pouncing for him again as she slashes his chest. Luckily he was able to back away from it enough only to have his shirt ripped up. He is able to catch her wrists as she went in for another attack and push her away as they broke. He lunges for her, but she seemingly passes through him and appears at his back side with a grin appearing on her face. As she goes in to strike at him Adven jumps to the air and over her in a backflip. The two kick off of the ground and attack the other with Adven the victor as Honey is knocked back and he lands back down. He charges forward and throws five rapid punches that she knocks away with her hands. The two moved for the other and a grapple took place with Adven finding it hard to actually overpower the woman. That was embarrassing him enough as it is. Finally with a roar he pushed her away and she feel onto the metal floor on her tight butt. Bet she wished she had a little more meat on it when that happened. It would be sore for a while now.

She stood back up quickly and let out a laugh of air rather than voice. "It looks like I will have to resort to the attack I'm best known for using." Adven was clueless as to what it was. He was sure that the woman was a famous assassin in the underworld, but he was not part of that crowd. He had no idea what to expect so his muscles tighten to prepare himself for whatever movement he would have to make. "Negative Cannon-" Adven's eyes opened in shock. An attack he knew himself. The purple glow bouncing off of the metal reflective floors.