Note: We made it to part two. Yay! Sorry it's short but I needed to update really badly.

Disclaim: I own the characters that never appeared in Angelic Layer, Clamp owns everything else.

"Angel Metallica! Angel Kali!" the announcer looked at both Angels who looked to him and glared. "Angelic Fight!"

The clang of metal rung throughout the arena, and several snarls as both combatants attacked with all their force. Another clash and more growls and snarls. For this match the odds were dead even.

Part the Second. Don't Dance Solo

Kali snarled and leapt back as did Metallica. She landed hard on her feet and skidded backwards since the high-heeled boots had little traction. She tapped her metal claws on the ground, already hunched over with her legs spread for more balance, one hand on her right bent knee and the other holding her sword.

She waited patiently for Kali's move. Power Angels were slow, as were defense but Metallica was also held down by the weight of her sword and her battle costume was gave her less freedom of movement. Chris was definitely going to make a better costume after she got home.

Kali grimaced, her cold eyes glaring daggers at her opponent. She held up her sword, spinning it around a few times before charging.

As Chris predicted Kali was slow, Metallica charged also, her sword close to her chest. She got rather close before flipping over Kali for an attack to her back. But fate is cruel. Her left heel snapped on her boot and sent Metallica toppling to the ground. She landed on her caboose, unable to recover fast enough. Kali whirled around, bringing her sword down, if the defense Angel hadn't rolled away she would have taken a heavy hit.

"Women and their clothes…" Jesse grumbled watching as Metallica's heel snapped, "They always have to look… OW!"

"We do not always go out dressed up like Barbies!" she argued. He grabbed Miyako by her pigtails and turned her head towards the screen.

"Let me direct you to the screen…" he pointed at Metallica's mini skirt, ridiculously high high heels AND her heavy make up.

Miyako admitted defeat by jerking away and crossing her arms.

Oh no… oh no… oh no! Chris thought, amber eyes darting in every direction. Metallica stood up awkwardly. Kali seemed amused. Moving again she went for a direct attack, knowing that Metallica could barely move without falling.

Chris ordered her Angel to jump to the side, which resulted in Metallica once again falling down on the layer.

Now what do I do? She wished for an answer, when a little light bulb appeared above her head. (Not really)

Metallica reached for her right heel jerking it a few times before it too snapped. She tossed the piece of plastic to the side, standing up without any problems. The enemy Angel snarled again, now she'd lost her advantage.

The two stared coldly at each other, walking in a circle like they do in old cowboy movies. Metallica's blue and black sword in hand, the same goes for her opponent.

Kali was the first to move. She charged, sword outstretched, going in for the kill. Metallica let her guard down, dropping her own sword.

There was a moment where everyone in the audience leaned forward and held their breaths. Everyone was on the edge of his or her seat; even the people in the screening room leaned forward.

The moment passed and everyone gasped, staring with wide eyes at the scene before them.

Chris smirked, Amy looked horrified. "H-How-?" she asked a little louder than she intended.

The blonde shrugged a little, "Kali is a great fighter but she is terribly slow. While she was charging Metallica dropped her sword and grabbed Kali's sword."

It was true. The defense Angel's sword lay near her feet. Her hands were close to her chest but were wrapped around Kali's blade. Kali stood still, one hand still holding the sword the other by her side.

"You were a great opponent Kali, I would love to face off with you again. Ta ta for now!" Chris commanded Metallica to say.

She put all her strength into it, while Amy watched helplessly. Metallica spun around, bringing the sword and other Angel with her. She flung Kali and her sword off the layer by letting go of the blade. Sort oflike a discus throw in a sense.

The audience erupted in cheers and applause. Metallica bowed before being taken off the layer by Chris. With the defense Angel on her shoulder she trotted out of the arena, happy as could be.

Meanwhile…

A brunette girl watched the battle, becoming enveloped in jealousy. As Metallica flung her opponent off the layer she cursed at herself for not being strong enough. Shani and I could have done that! Her once innocent powder blue eyes became steely and cold.

"Up next! We have Miss Miyako Haya and Angel Haru." The announcer said enthusiastically.

The crowd exchanged glances, very few people have heard of Angel Haru.

Miyako stepped into the arena, receiving some strange glances at her attire. She turned a little pink before trotting over to her chair. Her opponent, a boy about her age with black wavy hair also took his seat. He gave her a small smile before putting on his headset and throwing in his Angel.

Oh! Haru! She picked up her Angel and gently tossed her in the layer. Haru landed gracefullyandruck a pose with her guitar. The audience laughed.

"Versus Eriol Tachibana!" the announcer said pointing to her opponent.

Eriol's Angel was a tall power type. He looked as if he was a cross with speed too, since his frame was built skinny and light from what she could tell. He wore a tuxedo, completle with a bow tie. His hair was combed back, colored dark blue. Though his eyes weren't visible because they were under a white and black mask.

"Angel Haru. Angel Mask." The announcer looked to each Angel. "Angelic Fight!"

Haru plucked the E cord making a deep rumbling sound echo through the entire stadium. Mask barely moved, let alone take and damage. She tried the G cord, which played a high pitch sound. Only one hit point was deducted from his gauge.

How? She's playing really loudly and he's not taking any damage!

Miyako could already tell: she was in way over her head.