Disclaimer: -.- bleh. I'm getting so sick of typing these things...

Well okay, this is what's happening. I was working on this chapter and I'm still working at it. But after awhile, I thought it was just a pinch too long and I'm not even done yet. So I'm breaking it up into two chapters. Here's the first half... I'll try my best to finish the other half soon!

(please excuse the shitty title... I had another title for it... but it fits better with the second

part -.-)

Turks Step In.

Turks and AVALANCHE, walking side by side, mingling amongst themselves. It was something that was shockingly unexpected. Reno and Nanaki seemed to be chatting up a storm while Tifa was giggling and exchanging secrets with Yuffie and Elena. Cid, on the other hand, was still slightly suspicious of their former enemies. He stood by his family, keep a protective arm around his beloved wife and daughter. A silent truce had been formed between Rude and Vincent, whose was still injured from the previous fight and was lagging behind.

Everyone's conversations were loud and boisterous, making every one of them incoherent the others. Without warning, maniacal howls of laughter hushed the talkative team. Skilled Turk eyes scoured the area but nothing nor no one was around.

"Who- hee hee- are you?" Still invisible to them, their intruder's voice was saturated with insanity. "What does you!- want?"

"Me here for Materia. What you here for?" The red-haired agent twisted his neck around and gave his fellow mates his million-dollar smirk. His EMR was being gripped in his right hand and cradled on his shoulder.

"Don't mock me," Suddenly, the piece of wreckage Reno was standing on burst with a powerful fire blast, possibly some kind of self-activating trap or... something. Throwing the unsuspecting man a few feet into the air and landed on some more scrap metal with a thump. "Boy."

Elena and Rude rushed to his side however, they kept cautious. "Who... are you? Where are you!"

"Why! Me Dom! Dom-o-nicky!" Tifa and Yuffie swapped glances.

"We're here for the Captivation Materia." The blond female called to the unseen opponent, seemingly undecided to treat him like the child he was beginning to sound like or an adult like most children expect.

"Then you here to fight." Everyone's hands twitched to reach for their weapons. "Fight in tournament!"

"Tournament?" The Wutainese Mistress whispered to her friend.

Moments later, a man rose up from the mountains of destruction. His buzz cut hair, which you would looked like black at first, began to show a tinge of navy blue. His clothing was ripped and patched up. Aside from his fashion disaster, he would have seemed normal in ...a... way if it wasn't for his jutting eyes that protruded from his sockets and the absolutely sadistic beam he wore.

Without words, they headed into his direction. Only once they arrived where he had first appeared, he was gone. But looking down into the trash valley, a self-made arena was made. The flooring was made up of mismatched 'tiles' that were parts of cars, ships, and buildings. Four pillars stood on each corner of the coliseum, though they had no use for they held nothing up except themselves. Well. 'Stood' wasn't exactly the word, they were evidently unstable and looked ready to fall over. But the heavy materials used to make it held it high.

"Five minutes to first battle!" Dom stood on the opposite side of the fighting area, now adding to his atrocious outfit with odd-looking gloves, a long black jacket and... yellow rubber boots...?

"We've only got five minutes." Nanaki looked around the circle of people. "I did not anticipate that we would be needing to combat. Most of us aren't ready for any physical conflicts right now..."

"It's not like we can leave! Gosh! For all we now, he's not going to pop up next time we come." The shinobi threw up her one good arm for effect. Swirling her short locks, she stared for seconds at their new enemy. "Besides... I've got a feeling he might not even let us leave without a fight..."

"True..." Elena mumbled quietly, then shifted slightly under Reno's weight, which she shared with Rude.

"I can fight." Shera tightened her hold on her baby as her husband volunteered.

"No! Cid, No!"

"Look, everyone else here has the shit beaten out of 'em. I'm the only one that can probably walk on my own fucking legs."

Ahem.

"You seem to be forgetting why the Turks are here." A trace of annoyance was detectable in her voice.

"This is AVALANCHE's fight!"

"It is not your fight! We're here to help you and you're half-dead yourself, old man!"

"Shut you mouth, you little wh-"

"Cid. Stop." His midnight hair was flailing in the strong wind; his pale face showed no emotion. The ace shooter's claw was clutching his comrade's arm. "The Turks will fight for us. They are at full health while as we are injured and still recovering."

No one questioned Vincent's reason, not that they had any more time to protest. The madman called for his first adversary. Rude began his way down.

Once in the stadium, he rival began to explain the rules. "First one that can't get up is the loooooser! Any fighting methods are permitted! But no, NO killing! Hee Hee! Haha! Because killing bad! Killing make me sad..."

The bald gentleman nodded.

"Where is your weapon, little one?" Inclining his head to one side, Dom smiled even wider. Yet no feeling appeared on the Turk's as his hand pulled back his jacket's side to reveal a gun.

"Is that all?" With another nod, the lunatic's smirk grew to an inhumanly size. "Oh... it's just so small."

He slapped his gloves together and a loud clang sounded, like metal against metal. In the palm of his hand was some kind of mineral strip. Reaching out to his right hand, he flexed the band outward.

It was quiet until the sound of something cutting through the air began to grow louder as the metal strips began to glow a bright hot red. In a blink, a large metallic hammer was clenched in his hands. "The rare metal is somehow strongly attracted to each other and each other alone. I... found it amongst the broken pieces of the city. "

Materia glittered feverishly on its handle. A fire, a thunder and a cure. All mastered. Whatever sun was visible on the cloudy day shimmered on the clean spots of the pewter pieces of the fighting zone. The deranged fighter swung the mallet from hand to hand as if was nothing. "Battle begin!"

Though trained for years and assassinated hundreds, his speed was still naturally slow. By the time his fingertips reached his gun and fired, Dom had thrown his gavel to the side so he could move faster. Much faster. Not a single shot touched him. However the moment Rude's attacker was close enough, his right hand reached out to nothing but ended up squeezing his cherished mystifying tool.

Smashing it into Rude's arm and side, sickening cracks could be heard from where the rest were waiting. Their representative had flung a good distance before he landed speechlessly. His signature sunglasses had flown off however his eyelids still concealed his biggest mystery.

Their punisher used his foot and pushed Rude away from the arena and smiled as Elena made her way down towards him. He lifted his mallet up with childish ease. As she moved to the center as where her contender was, he cried out. 'Round two!!! Let's go!"

The rookie Turk drew out her pistol and fired twice. Being twice as quick as her friend, one bullet dug into Dominic's left shoulder while the other still missed. The madman wailed in agony and dropped his weapon at his feet. Falling to his knees, he continued to sob, almost in defeat. He was still across the arena, waiting for her to come. She walked a few feet closer, so she could taste her victory that was coming. Tseng would be proud...

Aim. She'll win this. No sweat. Again, her enemy's insanity proved to be much more powerful than she'd expected. His good arm came out and she shot him in the side, however, it didn't stop him from lifting the hammer and hurling towards her with great velocity.

Motionless like she was, some of her supporters could have sworn she was dead. Sweat was trickling down the nemesis' face, his wounds were getting the better of him. Then again... They were running out of fighters that could actually defend themselves against the titan.

Cid sauntered slowly to his challenge; even against Shera's pleads. Elena had done a good job in injuring him; all the pilot had to do was knock him out. He twirled his spear in his hands, happily grinning. Soon, this would be all over and he could go back to his home and settle down with his family.

Sorry I've been taking so long with the updates! But school and personal problems are beating me down! I've really been trying... ( Maybe everything will clear out A-ok in the end. But till then, you'll just have to bear with me through the chapters and slow updates... v.v Again... ) I'm super, no, uber-sorry!