The musty halls of the ruins felt so thick when one breathed in it was like eating soup. Passageways that had grown stale over the many years with no way to move the air freely. No one had seen the innards in years. And that all came to an end when the ceiling broke apart. Much to Jet Enduro's luck he had found what he came looking for through means he did not like.
It was as he stood and rubbed his sore butt that he let out a grumble. He had gotten leads on these ruins, and it was thought possible that there was much treasure within this tomb. The stale air at least had been broken and the new air fit in just fine with it. There was no need for him to cover his mouth with one or two of his scarves.
Though many years sealed away dances from torches lit the way for him as he looked on in suspicion to the end of the hall. The brick structure of clay was made with advanced technology. There was no imperfections in the wall such as chips, juts, bulges, or different shades of color from one block to the other. The floor was the same, except that of course, it was a floor. And much like that floor the ceiling looked the same, but much like a ceiling, what being overhead and all.
And so Jet took his wary step and made his way down the orange-hued hall. It had looked like things were going to be fine for the young man. He was a treasure-hunter, and this is what he does. His gray head of hair did not have a worry because he was more than confident in his ability to wield his ARM. He knew this would be a simple job. He would use all that Werner taught him to his best.
He liked the fact he was alone. He could not see himself ever being part of a group. A good thing he hadn't until now. Or had he? He had no memory. So there was no idea to how many he may have met when he were younger. How many people he may have known. It's not like it mattered to him at this time. He was Jet Enduro. That's all he cared about.
The Ruins of the Four were said to house a treasure of power. Jet was not too interested in the power fact. He felt he was strong enough as it is. It's not like he had to get stronger for some reason. There was no great threat on his life at the time that he would have to overcome. Jet was interested because he knew others were interested and that meant money was in it for him.
Jet noticed the flicker of a torch and his pace slowed. His eyes closed and he listened for a moment. There was a rock that was kicked at the wall by accident. Just a small pebble. Still, he had heard it and that was enough to get him to move aside.
It had been a good thing he had. It was at that same moment that a man blew by him with an extended arm topped with a fist that had missed the lad. Jet was quick to arms and took up his ARM readying it to fire back. The second man of a similar age meanwhile had moved towards the wall, kicked off of it, and was returning to Jet.
The second man had an auburn head of hair as unruly as Jet's own, but with a dark green bandana under the bangs and wrapping around his head to a tied knot. Jet had moved to fire, but the second man threw another punch causing Jet to block instead.
Teeth clenched Jet went again to fire, but the second man went with a forward flip, jumping over the Filgaia Sample. Jet was quick to turn, but a flying card hit his right hand and he dropped the Aigert-Lahm b/v 2 onto the floor tiles.
As the man moved away in a series of jumps, Jet ran after quickly following. With a grunt he tossed his boomerang to the air flying for the other man who was able to duck around it. Multiple cards that hit like bullet rounds lacking the damage came flying for Jet who dodged under them. With two rolls Jet had his foe where he wanted. His boomerang was flying back, and it was then that the auburn haired man in the green silk shirt was hit in the back and fell to the ground.
Jet ran forward to catch his boomerang quickly. He turned his attention back to his foe who was already back up. The two threw their tools and each of them ricochet and fall away from them. It was too late to stop Jet's charge being that he was still in the air. The second man was not going to stop moving after he had taken off so fast from the ground to block Jet's attack.
Each threw a punch and they collided with one another as each of them rolled onto the ground on their backs. The man in the silk shirt was first to stand as Jet stood as well. Jet was used to having his trusty ARM at his side. Now he was all alone with just his fists. His boomerang gone to him for the moment. The other man was just in the same position, but Jet had no idea on whether or not he could be formidable without a weapon or not.
The two charged one another with the tension hitting the air. Jet lunged for a punch, but was put to rest by his opponents opposite hand that came between him. Jet did the same for his foe though, and the two were left to grapple for dominance.
With a struggle Jet was flipped in the air and landed on his back. Air knocked out of him for the moment. He rolled aside before his chest was hit by the follow-up attack. It was then that Jet swept his enemy's legs out from under him and the two were both on the ground.
However, before the brown haired man hit the ground his palm instead launched him back up in a handspring and he was safe again. Jet was standing by the time he landed.
The tension built up between the two. Glares of equal malice between them. Jet and his foe of the similar age kicked off the ground as they went in to attack the other. Jet's right fist met the other's left, but that did not stop the stranger as he went with a crescent kick with his right foot. Jet threw out his left hand to stop it and at the same time snagged the leg to hold.
Spinning away and to Jet's left came the stranger's body with a reverse-punch from the foe's left side. Jet let go of the right leg and moved under the punch. His arm pulled back and his hand in a fist Jet got his aim prepared. Jet moved over an attack from the other's kick and Jet landed in a roll. His boot coming to a stop to the side of his boomerang.
The second man started to come back. Jet snatched up his tool and began to meet his enemy. The boomerang was sent to the air with the silk-shirted man darted to the side of the attack. The two immediately met and the fists reached their marks. With a hard blow from each sent the two backwards. Each of them had hit the others' ribs.
The brown haired one had not even recovered as he launched himself forward hitting Jet with a double fisted blow. Jet hit the ground and the other was sent after him. The boomerang had hit the back and sent him to the ground right after Jet. Jet had slid across the slabs of rock for a few more feet as he came to a stop. The other one hit the ground facing forward, but upon hitting the rock he rolled to his back in an abrupt jump. A hard hit.
The two sat with a huff. Each of them out of breath for the moment. Neither capable of standing upward at the moment.
He let out a heavy exhale. "My…name's Adven Bok by the way." The two continued with hard breathing for the moment. "What? Too good to reply with your name?"
"A…name…doesn't matter. The same as memories." Jet replies with a heavy exhale as well. "It's pointless to have one."
Adven blinked as he stared up at the ceiling. "That seems…stupid. Everyone must have a name. It's rather important. What does anyone call you?"
"I don't care what one calls me. I'd rather have no one speak to me as well." Jet began to catch up on his breaths. "If someone has your name they control you. They have power over you. I'd rather not say." He blinked. "I'm not sure what my real name is anyway." He reluctantly admits. He nearly kept going, but stopped.
"Pheh. Not like I care about your name. Just thought it'd be a kind offer to ask." Adven scoffs with a snort to clear his throat.
"The treasure in here is something I claimed. You're not going to get it at this rate." Jet warns as he sat upward.
Adven did the same. "Then I suppose we should do this the fair way."
"The fair way?" Jet mutters. A scoff passed through his lips. "The only fair way is the way we were going."
The two stood up quickly and nearly lashed out at the other before stopping. Glares passed as the sweat rolled down their face from the brow. An old-fashioned showdown? "I was going to say a race, but…what can I do if you're going to take that often traveled path?"
There was a loud explosion that rocked the ruins. The two men looked to the end of the hall as a huge cloud of light brown dust and sand flew for them. Like a wall of water in a sinking ship. Jet put his scarves in front of his face and ran into the pillowing expansion of dust. Adven darted after the first man. Though blind the two continued into the area of blindness. There was no chance of seeing the particular way through.
The two came out of it entering a vast room. You could almost hear the organ music of holy levels. A stretch of two lines of six pillars. Adven's eyes went to the man who stood in the light of the room near to the wooden box. Jet was staring at the wooden box that was no doubt the treasure he came for.
The blonde haired man who stood there in his collared shirt of black and the bandana hanging around his neck. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who came to see if there was anything here." The man admits. "Dowaito Ayasaki at your service."
Jet mouthed the name. Not like it was a familiar one, but the language it came from was definitely familiar in sound. Like he had heard it before. "You must be kidding me if you think I'm going to let you have that!" Jet declared.
Adven nodded. "Right. It's going to belong only to me or this guy. Not you at all."
"You two have no idea what you are getting yourselves into. I require this treasure. It is my duty." Dowaito replied.
"And it's my duty to get it for myself!" Adven declared boldly as he ran forward towards the altar the Dowaito stood at.
Jet meanwhile looked at his surroundings. Examining what he had to work with or against. There was an obvious door at the altar behind the chest. A keyhole in it and the man with a key. Jet ran to the other end of the room while Adven attacked.
Adven sent three jabs for the other man who effectively blocked them and returned one. Adven staggered backward from the blow. Jet jumped from the wall and tackled the man swiping the key at the same time. Dowaito tossed Jet across the room not realizing the theft. Adven rebounded from the previous attack made against him and went for the man.
Dowaito had scooped up the chest as he jumped to the air landing on Adven's head. The younger brown haired man fell to the floor as a result as the blonde jumped further across the room. Jet however was running back and lunging to get a hit in. Dowaito tossed the wooden chest at the boy and Jet was pushed to the ground by the weight and gravity.
In Dowaito's hands a book. "The Iu Kiku is in my possession. You two have lost." The man was gone in a cloud of dust that came as a result of bombs hitting the ground.
Jet and Adven coughed as they watched their treasure depart. When it was all over the two of them stood alone without anything to show for their work. Adven kicked a rock that had been loosened by the attack. "Pheh. Damn bastard got away with the treasure."
"But I have his key." Jet remarked with grin.
"What?" Adven turned his attention to his earlier foe and sprang to see the key. "No fair. That's mine."
"No it ain't." Jet snorted and ran away from him.
"Come back here!" Jet picked up his boomerang and tossed it for Adven who had to move aside. As Jet scooped up his ARM and caught his boomerang he made his way out. Adven grimaced. "I swear on my life that I will hunt you until I get that key!"
And so…the world began to fall apart without anyone knowing.