Jet sits up as he had been lying on the roof of the sandcraft once more as he is prone to do. His head pounding so he placed his hand to it to brace the pain. "Why...am I here?" He questions as the sunlight blinds him. He stands looking around and grins. "Of course...that's why."
"Jet." Clyde Enduro stood to his side. "I've tried my best...but I leave it to you."
"Just who are you anyway?" Jet wonders.
"Only you have a heart big enough to complete this task. Will you accept?" Clyde questioned.
"Why wouldn't I? If I think I understand what you're even talking about. It's about No-"
"No names be mentioned." Clyde confided.
"Are you going to give up?" Clive sternly wondered as he climbed up. "That's so unlike you."
"Hey!" Virginia stormed up the ladder rungs that Emilia had put in. "Are you going to break all of those promises you made to us?"
"Why are you guys asking me this?" He placed his forehead into his hands with a laugh. "When did I ever say I would give up? I never have, and I think I better stand up now or I will..."
"Seven...eig-" The official's words trailed off.
Jet stood with a grin rubbing some blood away from his face. "I think I got this handled. I think I understand what this all is about and who that guy is."
Loki stood silently with a grimace. "So...you want to fight still?" He wondered.
"Let me answer that with this." Jet ran forward with spinning kick that Loki nimbly dodges. Loki swings in that moment, but Jet leans away from the attack and swings his body around it to throw a jab to Loki's face. In response, an aggravated Loki pushes Jet away and gathers a breath.
"Geo-Breaker!" Jet jumps forward and over the wave and lands in the blast which propels him past Loki. Turning around as the wave dissipates Jet is met by a swing from Loki. He dodges to the side only to have the area between his shoulder and his neck on both sides to be karate chopped. "No more crap from you."
Jet tried to move. "Y-you bastard...I c-can't move..."
"I know how to disable a man's body need I have to." Loki mused. "Now, this ends here!" Loki throws three punches with his right crossed with four from his left before kicking Jet to the ground. He strikes downward on Jet with his fist and kicks the younger man aside.
"No...No more!" Using all his vitality Jet punches the ground and stands in ridged, mechanical motions. Loki had not expected him to move so soon and was met with a fist to his jaw throwing the man backward in disbelief. "You were right Loki," Jet grins. "This does end now! I always save the best for last!"
Emilia stared more intently. "This is the thing he was talking about." She eagerly announced. The attack that Jet had learned in prison and was saving to use on Nobuo.
"Lion's...Rage...Fist!" Much like Emilia's own attacks it is a propelled fist with a trail of fire behind it. He was right to say it's part Moor Gault, and part Fengalon.
Even attempting to block it Loki is still thrown across the ring to the ground with a hard hit that cracked the ground. Jet returns to having his hands at his side as he watched as Loki remained on the ground.
"Now contestant Loki is down!" The official remarked in excitement. "One!...Two!..."
"I've...done it now...so I can rest..." Jet fell to his butt as he drew in breaths. He was too weak to use that attack. It took all of his force power, vitality, and stamina to use.
"Seven!...Eight!...Nine!...Ten!...Victory is Jet!" He turns to the victor. "This year's winner is Jet Enduro!" The crowd went wild especially his pals who were waiting for him to win so they could have some more gella in their pockets to use.
Virginia pumped her fists to the air. "Yes! Yes! I knew he would do it!"
"Why did he take so long?" Clive argued.
"Right." Gallows nodded his head. "Was he just putting on a show to annoy us again?"
Wind meanwhile stood with a satisfied grin under his mask. "Thank you...Jet for showing that fool up."
Finally attention returned to the ring where Jet had finally stood up and the official was running to him. "Here is the trophy," He shoves the golden trophy into Jet's arms. "If you wait the check for a million gella will come in a few minutes."
"Hold it!" Three Ark of Destiny members appeared on the ring. They allowed Jet to fight just out of interest, plus it would help being that it will tire him out. "You're wanted for infiltrating the Ark of Destiny!" They declared.
"Snap!" He shuffled on the ground. He looked all over the place quickly assessing the situation. "I'm outta here." He sdarts away jumping into the crowd and ducking below the people. He meets up with the rest as they run for their hidden craft.
"Y-you don't have the check?" Clive questioned.
"If you want it you can go back for it! I'm not getting messed up with those guys." Jet declared.
"All that for nothing then?" Gallows huffs as they run.
"Speak for yourself," Jet grinned. "I gotta a trophy out of it." He petted his precious trophy made of gold.
"Can I see that?" Emilia wondered.
"Sure thing." He tosses it to her as they run.
She inspects it carefully. "Good, it's real gold. Now we can sell it off for cash." She grins charging ahead with a laugh.
"Hey!" Jet grits his teeth. "No way! I fought hard for that thing and I'm not letting it slip by me that easily!"
She sticks out her tongue. "Too bad! We have to get our money somehow."
He broods as countless words leave his lips that should not be said to the young, old, or pure.