AN: Let's see...They're shutting down the site for posting and reviewing for Sunday to Tuesday right? So I guess I'll need to write tomorrow a chapter for Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Thursday (another round of four). Of course, whether you can review them all is unknown to me being that it will be Sunday probably that you'll be reading them...which...who knows if you can.

I have never played Legend of Dragoon. Let me just say that now. I think I did want to play it once, but I never did. I may have played a demo at Wal-Mart, but I don't know. I still didn't play any tournament in it though. So whatever you were getting at I never saw, and now you ruined it if I ever did. How could you? (sarcastic remark)

Let's start the Final round and finish it tomorrow...

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Jet was stretching his arms in the green room following into stretching his legs. Apparently you were supposed to do that so you don't mess up your muscles. "Jet." Her voice trailed off as Virginia drifted into the room.

"Virginia?"

"I...just wanted to tell you to be careful out there. I've been watching that man fight and...he seems pretty tough to me."

"Even though I haven't seen his works I can tell that he hasn't even shown his true potential." That is what people tend to do in tournaments if they can.

"And you? You haven't either, so...at the time you may be his equal."

"Or better." He introduces with a shrug. "Don't worry though, I'm gonna to handle this as best I can."

"Jet." Emilia enters the room as well throwing Virginia into a blushing fit. Privacy had been stolen. "I know you can win this." Emilia continued. "So don't make me eat my own words. They don't taste any good."

He just closed his eyes satisfied and took a deep breath. "Looks like I should be going." He steps from them and begins for the ring, but along the way he is met by a man with long brown hair and his face covered over by a white mask and colored with features much like a clown's. "So...Wind, you have something to say?" Jet wondered of the man who was the first defeated by Loki.

"I may be out of this competition...but I can still get my revenge for defeat on Loki through you. I will tell you how to do that." The muffled voice said.

Jet raised a brow. "I'm listening."

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"Here goes folks," The official declared. "The final of this year's tournament will now begin! The two challengers Jet Enduro and Ira Loki have shown frightening potential and will now fight for the right to be the winner. If they be ready, begin!"

Loki spared no time and closed the distance swinging for Jet who merely plopped to the ground in an Indian style seating position as the arm went by over his head. Loki grit his teeth and attacked again as Jet did cartwheels in the opposite direction. Every attack Loki threw was dodged like this. Before getting to the end of the ring Loki kicks for Jet who begins to play hopscotch as if nothing were happening and dodges each attack.

"What the Hell are you doing?" Loki questioned with wroth. "Why do you act like such a child that I would think you be?" He throws more punches to no avail. "Get serious!"

"Peanuts!" A shout rang out as a vendor in the crowd tried to sell his goods. "Get your peanuts here!"

"Yo!" Jet rang out amidst dodging attacks. "Over here! How much?"

"T-ten gella." The man replied nervously.

"They better be hot, roasted, honey glazed, and with salt at that price." Jet commented as he tossed the gella while avoiding a kick and the man tosses the bag of peanuts which Jet begins eating. "Damn...they are."

Loki jumps away from him and glares. "Is this some sort of plan? Listen Enduro! I will not let this game go further!" Loki declared. Shifting his body to concentrate himself. "Might!" An arcana is used by the man as his strength is increased as his muscles bulge and he becomes taller and larger all around.

Jet's smile turns to a straight neutral line. "Is that all? Do your women need you to go this way cuz you're too small otherwise?" He scoffs. "I knew you had your ultimate skill, but this best not be it."

Loki cackles. "Don't worry. I haven't shown you that one just yet...and you will never see that one." Loki swings for Jet who dodges aside from the air wavering attack. Still, Loki keeps at it as Jet continues to dodge the attacks. "Why can't I hit you?" Loki grit his teeth. "You can't be THAT fast!"

"I'm not." Jet remarked. "That's a great technique, but too bad it slows you down." Jet charges forward and hits the man straight at his jaw. Multiple kicks following hit Loki on the torso. Jet backs away as Loki uses a canceling arcana to remove his size.

"I won't be humiliated by you anymore! Negative Zone!" A time arcana that he had used on Emilia in the previous battle fails on Jet this time. "What the?"

"It's called reflect. I see that you use it too." Jet grinned as he came running for Loki and sending his gloved fist into Loki's nose. With a flying kick Loki sends Jet sliding across the ring to a stop. With a kick from the ground Jet sends his elbow straight into Loki's upper torso, but as he comes to a stop a knee is sent into his own. Jet in response sends his forehead into Loki being that he has no other openings. Stumbling back Jet grabs his head as Loki overcomes the pain and throws his punch into Jet's gut before shoving the younger man aside.

"Now...I will show you that ultimate move I have. That 'trump card'." Loki grinned. "Geo-Breaker!" With a wave of his arm he sends a fissure for Jet which flings the gray-haired man aside in an instant. Crashing into the wall Jet falls to the ground.

There was no attempt to stand back up. The official ran forward watching closely. "Uh...One! Two!"

Loki scoffs as Virginia holds her hands to her face not opening her eyes. "He can't be down!" She ignored what was happening.

Clive stood up with clenched teeth. "You fool! Get up!"