Clive stopped as he woke up and saw a scarf on Jet's bed. Jet had forgotten to put on his second scarf that day. Clive stared at the other bed a moment and then stood with a hung head. "Stupid fool."

It had only been six hours since they lost Jet. It was nearly noon now. They were still on the run though. They had caught a conversation on the radio between two Ark of Destiny ships and knew better than head back just yet. They probably would not be able to head back.

Virginia was starting to get the knack for cooking as weird as that may be. She was not the best of cooks out there—Gallows and his stomach will tell you how bad it was that one time. Still, she had been making successful—and, and edible—food items for the past few meals. For lunch, she decided on stew. They had to get rid of the meat they still had from Gallows. It was not bad meat. He just ate too much of it, plus he forgot to mention he drank the water at that town they were in as well. Not too much of it though. So, she took the meat since it was good and added it to other ingredients.

One of which was the carrot she was now so intently cutting into smaller bits. Blocky pieces, but no one had the right mind to complain to her as long as it was fine. There was a thought aside from cutting carrots on her mind though, and that led to her cutting her finger ever so slightly. Pulling back from the shock she looks at her finger. Just a small cut. She had not applied enough pressure for it to do more than break the skin. There was a slight line of red slowly becoming more crimson though. She merely just put it to her mouth. "I shouldn't think so much about...I," She just looks away.

In enough time lunch was ready and the group was eating the food prepared by Virginia, but an unusual silence went through the ship. No one bothered to say much.

"So...what's the plan now?" Gallows wondered.

"We should probably stick to our plan of going to Fenix. That's the best bet I would say. We'll lay low for two days or so and wait for Jet." Clive replied looking to Virginia. "It's the leader's decision."

"I have faith in Jet." She simply said. "I know he'll show up there." Her eyes closed. "He wouldn't die out there."

"Still," Emilia mentioned. "The odds of surviving out THERE for at least two days with no supplies is like, 100, 000 to one." She commented.

Virginia gave a glare and stood making her discomfort of that fact noticeable. She does not bother to say a word before walking out on them. Emilia looked to the others wondering if she had said something wrong. "You never say the odds." Clive simply said and the discussion was ended.

By the evening the group had made it to Fenix and hid their craft behind a mountain while Emilia, Gallows, and Clive went to the town to get supplies that the Ark of Destiny had stolen. At least all their stuff was hidden well in secret storage compartments. Emilia was not sure why she had put those there, but now that they came in handy she gloats that she had intended to include them all along.

By night however Emilia found herself sitting atop the craft while the rest were asleep. Her thoughts stuck on the weapon she had mentioned when they were fighting Leviathan. If this all continues as it has been she will never get the chance to use it. She was quite disappointed by that fact. "Huh?" She stands with squinted eyes before making a break for the inside. She looked to the side near the entrance to find Virginia and Clive tied up. "I should have been more attentive." She muttered as she started for the two. At the sound of a noise she looks while putting her arms up just in time to block an attack made by a man from the shadows. "I should have definitely seen that one coming!" She groaned. "Gallows!" She called out for the missing member of the team. Too bad he was sound asleep and his snores covered over the yell. The light bulb was taken out and dark enveloped the scene of the assault. Emilia looked about the place. "So...you're sensitive to light?" She wondered. "Do you really think no light will let you win?"

"Of course." Her enemy smugly replied and struck out at her sending her into the wall. Emilia attempted to throw a kick and misses. She recognizes a hand on her shoe as she is flung into the air and spun until she lands hard on the ground. She was not meant for this sort of thing. She stood as the man went to attack. In this instant she dances around the man and knocks him aside.

"You may have sight, but I have better hearing than you." She gloated. Finally, that skill became useful for her. The man attacks her as she moves aside. Standing near to Virginia now Emilia took out a knife and set Virginia free quickly. "Free Clive and get Gallows." She demanded before turning back to the enemy. She runs forward and sends a flying kick into the mans stomach. The man taken by surprise is pinned to the wall. Once free the man makes a break for the outside and Emilia follows after.

Before Emilia can do anything she is punched to the chest and sent to go on the defensive. The lights on the outside of the ship turn on blinding the man as Emilia had braced herself for it. As she stood recovering her eyes went wide. "No...It's...you, Isamu." She stuttered.

The man stood with pale gray skin and dark black hair. A bush on his skull. In the light his piercing red eyes shot hesitation into Emilia's body. His grin grew. "You're correct, it is I, Isamu Azuma." The man chuckled. "I will kill you Emilia, and then take the Twilight Lone."

Emilia looked confused. "Twilight Lone? What is that?"

Isamu ignored her. "It will give me great pleasure to kill you with my Quick Blade attacks." He draws two small blades from his clothing.

"Then I will have to show you what you didn't see the last time we met." She grinned. Quickly she took out a piece of slender wood only a foot long. About two inches in width. It quickly turned out to be a short sword as she took it from the sheathe. "I have my own style."

"What's that?"

"Crazy berserker!" She simply lunged at him sending him in a scurry to get out of danger.

"Twister Blade!" Isamu yelled as he moved in as the name applies, a cyclone fashion, as Emilia drops to the ground as he passes her by, thus missing.

Standing quickly and turning for him she readied herself. "Trendscendent the Blade!" She swings her sword allowing the attack to traverse the distance between them in wind form. As if the pure speed she swung it sent out a harmful sword of air that knocks Isamu to the sand even though he blocked it. She charged forward and jumped pointing her blade downward for his body, but luckily for Isamu he was able to roll aside and stand while throwing his elbow into her gut. She is able to push him away leaving them at a stand-still.

It's quiet for a moment before Emilia moves forward and slices the man's left hand causing him to drop one of his weapons. "Bitch!" He grumbled as he drew back from the fight inspecting his useless hand. He had lost the use of his muscles and ligaments there.

In rage Isamu takes her out with a swipe to her own left arm—not her hand, but close enough he figured—as well as pummeling her with countless hits to her body that would not cut but only leave bruises. As she lied on the ground he moved in for the kill. Two shots rang out and the second weapon in Isamu's right hand fell to a bloody mess in the sand.

Emilia had a ARM Cannon aimed for him as well as Clive who stood just to the side. The man formed a grin. "So...I lose again, then?" He wondered allowed. He sat down near his weapon. "At least...this time we were able to fight, Emilia." He simply said before grabbing his weapon with what strength he hand and taking his own life. Falling in a heap before Emilia.

Emilia stared in disbelief. "Suicide?"

Clive came to her side. "Whatever his reason for being here, he failed in the end."

"He said he was looking for the Twilight Lone. Does that remind you of anything?" She wondered.

"Can't say it does." Clive replied as he helped her to her feet.

"Where's Gallows?"

"Still sleeping." Clive replied. "Virginia's working on it as we speak."

"We'll have to ask them about Twilight Lone."

Clive stopped walking with her. "He knew you?"

"He...uh...did." She took on a serious face. "It's nothing related to any of this I would think. It's not very important now."

"I won't pry into it. I just felt that I should question it." Clive replied as they started again. "Where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"I sort of studied some things in my life...y'know. A...uh...woman has to know how to protect herself." She laughed.

"Yes, I suppose so." The two entered the ship as Virginia and Gallows joined them. After the first few moments of their discussion of what went on the question of the man's objective was made. That was followed by the mention of Twilight Lone.

"Twilight Lone? Never heard of it." Virginia confirmed.

"Same here." Gallows added. "He was obviously in the wrong place."

"But...Wait," Virginia sat for a moment bringing her thoughts together. "Jet and I met that man, Rian, in the prison and he mentioned something about a 'Twilight Fiasco'. Could they be one and the same?"

"But, what is it?" Emilia questioned as Virginia went to checking her wounds.

"We may never know." Clive confirmed.