In regards to the relation to Ranchel and Jet (which I hope is what you were asking) there is a relation I will never state in the story itself, but I will here. Ranchel is product of Hawthorne. Well…she's the daughter of his offspring's offspring's of…on and on until present day. Jet meanwhile (the real Jet) as well as the rest of the Enduro family truly are of the same family line as the woman with gray hair who was to be handed to Hawthorne as payment for the Twilight Elements. Now…the reason he wanted her that neither the woman nor Hawthorne said was that he was her…first. I, myself, am not even sure what that means. Did he rape her? What? I never really came up with that part and I don't want to go into it now without proper thought about it. Whatever the case. They are related even though each family lines were separated along the way. The Enduro line may be product of the woman and the other man she was really in love with, but Ranchel's family (the Bee family) are part of the baby she had after Hawthorne's betrayal that she never told anyone about and had while with the other man.

That's that…now…let's move on. I spent all day on my new fanfic about Jet. I'm now on page 22. That's a long work for me even considering the fact my novel goes 308 pages. It is the longest fanfic that I ever uploaded at once though. I think the longest work was 32 pages and that was the last chapter to my novel. So…let's see if I can beat that.

And…as I said…Adven does something hardcore again. So…why don't you say something cool about him? Anyway…let's see the end to the other two battles.

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The drugged Clive moved from multiple shots from Soy's silent ARM. Bullets shattering the floor he left behind. Even though he seemed fine the sleeping poison was starting to cause his eyes to droop. He had the uncontrollable urge to just fall down where he stood. Still, if he did that he would die. Clive was no stranger to poison. His worst memory involved that.

Clive had taken only a few shots when he could. But he was way off on everyone. His speed was decreased—and he hadn't much to begin with. Meanwhile his aim was way off.

It was only now though that Soy made a clear shot that hit Clive's side. The bullet cracked his rib, but stopped there and prevented any vital organs from becoming damaged. You could say he was lucky, but Clive would argue that. His lowest ribs had a bullet with it. He got it out with a bit of help from a knife. But…that made the wound larger.

He was surprisingly a fast surgeon. He could always heal up the wound later with heal berries or arcana or something.

Soy meanwhile tossed his silenced ARM aside now that it held no rounds. He went on to draw a second small ARM like the one he started with and fired out at the older man with green hair.

Clive rolled out of the range of the gun and pinned his back to the wall. Soy took to the other wall and periodically the two would peek out only to have on of them fire. It was becoming a pointless battle and waste of ammo. Clive took account of how many shots he could fire and how many his enemy could. He had four rounds. His enemy six. So…he waited until he reloaded and he fired once. His enemy fired again. He fired on more time. When finally Soy fired out Clive ran into the empty room. His enemy had an empty ARM.

It was too bad that his enemy jumped out at the same time. But Clive still had two rounds to his enemy's none. Clive fired out as Soy did a running roll past the attack as he loaded his ARM. Standing Soy fired out to Clive who could only duck with the shot just missing his head. A close call.

Clive was still out in the wide open and his vision blurred for a moment of dizziness. He was too weak to move at this exact moment. Soy however could move and had his gun moving to point right at Clive's head.

But then his face was attacked by an unknown attack and Soy's sunglasses fell to the floor in two pieces. Soy looked in anger through his eyes to Gallows who stood idly by.

"Clive! Fire now!" Came Gallows' demand.

Clive took the slight passing of perfect vision to aim his rifle. Soy goes to attack first, but misses after a pause to aim. Clive was wondering what had happened to the man's perfect shots.

"He's only a novice, Clive." Gallows explains. "Those glasses of his used alien technology to automatically show him where and when to fire. That was all he was."

Clive nods and stands up. His knees shaking in his weakened state. "Lock On!" His force skill went to work and Soy is shot right between the eyes as surreal as that is. Clive stood there before dropping to the floor in near consciousness.

"You okay?" Gallows ran up to his fallen body.

"He…got me with…some sleeping poison. I'll be fine. You…gotta carry me the rest of the way though."

Gallows let out a hesitant sigh.

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Outside the room random shots shattered the hall as Grant Dijon continued his assault on Sakura. Dijon being the victor so far. She could only get shots in when he paused out of self-satisfaction of hitting her. She had to take some shots to non-vital areas to get him. She had been able to block most like she had done earlier with her holster. But he holster became useless now that it was holed, and her sai did nothing much to help because it was not like she could actually be fast enough to deflect the shots with those.

She still had three shots on him—all in good areas.

It was just overwhelming for anyone who was enemy to Grant. His attacks rained rounds on her that pounded the ground and pulverized it the second time. And it was as she ran that Sakura fell. Her foot shot and causing her to drop onto the floor helpless. Of course, Dijon let a grin out as his shells stopped.

He let out an evil cackle. "Does Sakura have any last words for Grant?" He mused. His ARM aiming at her.

Then there came a flying sai that Sakura had dropped. The sai landing straight in the man's back as he let out a hurt gasp. Grant stumbled as he turned to his attacker.

There was an Adven recently coming from his own battle with Honey and wearing the serious face. His anger was contained within him, but it was sure as Hell building up greatly. He would kill Grant if he had too. No one can kill Sakura while he was on the job.

"I will Not allow you to kill the woman I love!" Came Adven's shocking declaration. Only shocking to Sakura. Who was having trouble breathing to begin with from her injuries and her running. She…felt so stupid suddenly. For not seeing it. But…she loves…Jet.

Despite Adven's dramatic entrance Grant stood with a cackle. His injuries seemingly not bothering him at all. "Grant Dijon will just have to deal with the annoying man before killing his bitter enemy. Yes, he will." Despite how fast Dijon had his ARM aimed at the brown haired man, he could never have stopped Adven in time.

It was as if in unbelievable speed Adven had closed the gap of sixteen feet in seconds. After closing this distance and stopping Grant's attack out of fear Adven sent a Surging Punch into the other man's gut that sent the reporter to the ground six feet away.

Adven stood with his grim face of death. "I can not lose." He explained. "I can't lose when I have someone to protect."

Despite the attack Adven made Grant sprung to his feet and lashed out at Adven. A melee of rounds that entered Adven's body easily.

Still, Adven had not moved at all. He took every bullet without flinching. His breaths did not become hard and short. He just sent a worse glare at Grant who this time did not stand satisfied for his efforts. He was more afraid. Grant knew some people when they die remained like statues, but…he had a feeling this wasn't the case. It was Sakura who was the first to watch Adven in disbelief. She had already been shocked by his declaration of love, but now it was like he was saying he also was immortal in some way. And Grant just was not having the fact he was facing an enemy who was WAY better than him actually process in his mind.

Still, in this moment Adven finally moved and in another quick movement he was ripping the sai from Grant's back. Kicking the reporter away afterwards. The sai meanwhile was tossed aside landing in the floor perfectly.

"Negative Cannon Blast!" Grant was flung into the wall with a violent shake. The ex-assassin was near death. Almost dead, but he still stood up. He had hopes of victory. That, and the Negative attacks can not kill.

"Grant will…he will…he will be the best no matter what!" The reporter declared.

"Shut it!" Adven declared and faced his enemy. His arms folding inward. "Do…you want the bullets you hit me with back?" Adven wondered not wanting an answer. Still, it did it's job and froze the older man up. "Negative Purge!" With the built up negative energy Adven fired the bullets from his very body and expelled them as they sprayed about the hall. His blood flying along with them. The majority of the shots returning to their original owner in multiple spots of his body.

Finally, the negative energy faded as the blood and bullets stopped leaving his body. The man known as Grant Dijon fell to the ground in death.

"Leave…her…alone." Adven finally collapsed out of exhaustion and lack of blood.

There was a quiet moment though. Sakura was the only one left it seemed. She was not all too sure what to do. She could only look to her fallen savior. "A…Adven!" She jumped on her knees to the man with a worried expression. Hoping he hadn't become a martyr for this cause. The cause being the prolongation of her life. Still, that hadn't stopped her from finally toppling over onto his chest and covering her dress with his blood. Her tears would help enough to clean something up. They merely joined the layer of blood that now painted the floor.

Then he coughed a bit and she moved to look at his grinning face. She did not understand the grin. But…she thought it suited an idiot like him. "I…was…happy to die saving you."

She whacked him over the head violently. "Don't be an idiot!" She scolded him. "You know very well that you're not going to die."

"I know…but I thought the moment looked better with that doubt. More dramatic. Like it was out of a dime novel." She shook her head in disbelief as he could only lie there as his blood began to clout up a bit.

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Silence however was what made up the top level of the tower still. Sandra standing behind Frank by five feet with patience dwindling. Frank still stared at the wooden box that his life was dependent on it seems like. He had spent the most of his life on this one moment. And there was something missing from it.

"Frank…will you open the box and wield the gauntlet?" She wondered.

It was silent for some time. She almost thought he had ignored her. Finally, he replied, "I just feel…like I cannot just yet. It feels like I am…waiting on something…or someone." He looked at his closed hand with the key in it. "I do not quite understand what it is."

Sandra's lip trembled as she bit it hard. Not enough to break it. Her tears were falling and she felt weak. "I…can see what you are missing."

He noticed her tears. "What…he Hell is your problem?"

That was it though. It was all over for her. There was no reason for her to keep it back now. She had made the first mistake last week when she initiated her own plan, but even that may have been pointless now. "Saru will not come!" Her anger fled into words that cut him. "She's dead and even if she were not she would still not come…at least in the manner you wish she does! She is not going to see you now, Frank." The tears fell worse. A flood. The dam had been removed. "And why would she? What if she knew you let an assassin beat up her own son for your greedy ideals?"

Sandra's fist coiled tightly. She kept her eyes to the floor though. "I…am the only one here for you, Frank. I…have…always been…here for you." She bit her lip. "Waiting."

Her only response was a harsh smack to her face as she fell to the ground on her legs. She put her hand to her cheek where the bright red showed itself. Her tears spilling harder as she stared into his grim face.

"I…should leave." She regretted to say. "I don't…want to see a man who will not change."

His malice-filled stare continued as the doors to the room burst open. Jet stood there silent as no one spoke. Sandra and Frank had not changed the direction of their stares. Jet stared at the two of them. Mainly the red mark on Sandra's face and the tears.