Emergency Message:

Alert! Alert! A warning to everybody in Nowhere and within its vicinity.

Grimm horde has arrived through unprecedented means. Anybody around should leave at this moment. Those in the military will proceed in evacuations at a quicker pace while keeping guard. Any additional Huntsmen must stand guard in case the Grimm come.

Repeat-

To say things got interesting would be an understatement.

Many people within Nowhere, particularly, those involved with the great fight occurring, were seeing many things. Primarily, what may as well be the most dangerous man on earth now standing before all in all his terrifying glory.

Showing himself to the group with an army befitting his status.

The countless Huntsmen and heroes who are there, all watching and ready for what may as well be one of the dangerous fights they'll ever be in. Yet unknown but to just a few, others were also watching.

With Van Kleiss gone, and the heroes occupied, the security system within the former villains base had been taken over. All the cameras were now put under command by one man who had used a virus to observe and watch everyone. Studying the strengths and weaknesses of these fine heroes for what could be a great opportunity.

Yet when Sammael came, things had taken quite a different turn.

"That's…uh…yeah…" Bandit Princess, now no longer needing to use the restroom, watched with everyone else. At the main man himself, the one who apparently orchestrated many things while playing the long game. Unveiling his plot and showing the power he held. Bringing forth an army that could wipe out towns with ease if he wanted to.

Naturally, everyone was quite speechless.

"I'll be going now, though do keep sending us footage." The only one not struck with silence was Dark Kat. Thanks to their deal, Salem allowed Catra and Scorpia to share the footage they all had with their organization which they too could use. Where for the most part Dark Kat and other high-ranking officers saw the battle. But after seeing Sammael and his speech, well, that changed things a little.

On the other side of the screen, Dark Kat just received a message from none other than the leader of Satyra. It seems he wished to talk, something Dar Kat can't ignore as he stood up from his seat to see what his Eminence wanted.

Back in Salem's base, the tablet that once had Dark Kat watching now showed an empty chair. Though it was left to still watch what would happen next, with nobody really minding. Because right now, they have other problems.

"Wait. Does this mean this…man," If Sammael even counted as human. "Knows where we are?" If Cinder heard right, which she did, Sammael name-dropped Salem's name. And Cinder was certain nobody had said Salem's name to someone like Sammael.

Either way, Conder's question seemed to make everyone looking just a bit more nervous.

"Then that means," With realization coming to Catra's face, she looked slightly more fearful. "We have this guy and whoever Roland knows coming at us."

"You mean the Gunslinger?" Now that was troublesome. Yet it made sense. Hazel could see that the Gunslinger would give away their location, and it wasn't a matter of if, but when some Huntsmen or heroes came at them. And now they may have to add dangerous men like Sammael on the list.

"Great. Just great. More trouble for our needs." Even Watts, who tried to stay calm, found himself worried. Bad enough that the cowboy busted in and defeated their best fighters without a problem. But they also had to worry about a dangerous man like Sammael knowing where they were. If anything, that just spelled trouble.

"..." With even Salem, despite her expression being calm, her inner thoughts being anything but calm. 'How,' her red eyes narrowed. With questions filling her head. 'Just how did he know my name?'

The situation here has taken a sharp turn. While Salem can't judge it to be a turn for the worse, it was far from the best either. Because right now, a man, a very peculiar and unique man, has shown himself onto the stage.

Sammael.

A name she heard before during her time here. Someone she had no connection to. No relationship.

Yet he knew her name and even thanked her as if he knew she was watching at this very moment.

Salem won't deny it, she felt both caution and awe by this display of authority Sammael gave. Honestly, him revealing himself had been the greatest surprise since coming to this strange world. If this were Salem, she'd have continued hiding in the shadows unless she felt the time was right. Here, this man showed himself because clearly, his time came. And with a show of force and power to boot.

But that wasn't the point right now. None of it is.

Right now, despite Salem being rather intrigued by this man, she had more things to worry about. Primarily, deciding on a way to leave the Wilds. Because it was clear that staying here with both this man, and soon, Huntsmen will come seeing as both sides knew who she is-to certain degrees-and knew her current location. And unlike in Remnant, where she was surrounded by thousands upon thousands of Grimm that deterred any would-be heroes against her, here, all she had were measly bandits, only a few high-tier fighters, and less Grimm than normal.

Considering the constant show of power this world displayed time and again to Salem, it was clear that the Huntsmen and heroes can challenge her forces more easily than Ozma ever could.

So staying in an area both sides knew didn't feel like a good idea. That…and Salem was also feeling suspicious on just how Sammel knew not just Salem's name, but also her recent actions.

'Even if someone connected our attack on Denver, he also connected our attacks on the villages and towns out here.' It made no sense in truth. On how Sammael would even know this, their current actions. It wasn't as if Salem or anybody else went online and posted what they've done to the world. Yet somehow, Sammael knew it was them, which made no sense since the only way he would know is if he had been paying attention to this region the entire time. Yet Salem doubted this.

Even she, despite having spies implanted in Remnant, couldn't have eyes and ears all across the planet. And while Salem can't deny she knew nothing of Sammael's powers, Salem couldn't really believe that such a man would pay attention to some backwater area this entire time.

'Which leaves only just one other option.' Either Sammael held some form of clairvoyance…Or there was a spy here.

It was the only thing that would make sense. His knowledge of their actions and her name, those were things he shouldn't know yet did. Oddly, it was him stating Salem's identity that proved to the witch that someone here must have blabbed.

Not her members from Remnant. They didn't even know Sammael until today. Which left just a few suspects.

'Those from Satyra, Bandit Princess, and…' A small glance fell upon Edel herself, who just continued watching the screen and what was about to happen.

…anyway, the spy could be one of these three options. With Satya being the most suspicious seeing as how they knew her actions and her name. Bandit Princess could also be the spy, but she didn't seem like the type to know someone as powerful as Sammael. As for Edel…she was ambiguous. Regardless, the fact is that there's a spy here and Salem would need to deal with them sooner or later.

For now though, she'll need to start planning and having Watts continue with the portal machine. Which of course meant blueprints and plans to create it alongside material. The latter, they already have. The former on the other hand is being dealt with by someone else.

Tyrian.

It came out of nowhere.

Quite frankly, none of this even made any sense.

One moment, Tyrian had been moving out of his way to escape the base. Not wanting to be caught once the do-gooders finished their job and started dealing with any remaining criminals. Still, even with such risk Tyrian felt confident he could escape with ease.

Nobody knew he was here, with everything he needed. His ride was nearby, which he would soon hop on, leaving this place with none the wiser. While having also ensured to send all video of any fights caught on camera to his mistress, to study the strengths and weaknesses of the adversaries.

"Tyrian. You need to leave now!" It then went wrong when suddenly, out of nowhere, the horde of Grimm which should have taken days is now here. It was so sudden that Tyrian found himself shocked how such numbers even arrived without notice.

Watts having immediately contacted him to inform Tyrian, not that the latter needed it. Seeing as Tyrian could hear the screeches and roars and the mass amount of flying Grimm outside.

Not to mention also seeing…him.

'Just…just who is he?' He was shocked by the Grimm, coming so soon. But now he's in greater shock at seeing that man. Someone with grace, elegance, yet intimidating with power that seemed to just ooze out of him.

It was then Tyrian, for just a moment, recalled that day. The day he had been captured, beaten, then sent to be executed after finally being captured for all his killings. Yet instead of death, Tyrian only found grace and acceptance when she came. One who gave Tyrian purpose beyond just killing. A feeling he never thought he'd experience again.

…until now.

Tyrian had to literally slap himself to remember that he's on enemy ground. As much as a part of him actually desired to stay and watch this man, Sammael, do whatever impressive show of force, the loyalty in Tyrian told him he needed to go. Admittingly, to Tyrian's surprise, it would be reluctant as well. After all, the display Sammael showed was just so incredible, that had it not been for Tyrian's loyalty towards Salem, he would have definitely stayed to watch the show.

But he needed to go. Reluctant or not, Tyrian also had no desire to watch, only to get slaughtered by the hordes of Grimm here. Besides, on the off chance his mistress didn't know about this, she needed to soon. Considering this man actually spoke her name.

'And while some of us have been…spotted,' Tyrian thought about his fight with Katz being exposed and the assault on Denver. Where he and the others have been caught. 'None of us ever gave Salem's name, especially to this man.'

Tyrian then began to run. Intending to leave and see what the next move Salem had for everyone.

Bam.

Shing.

Then, with a rapid motion and homed instinct, Tyrian had turned and immediately had his weapon, the Queen's Servants, redirect an incoming bullet from hitting him and onto the ground. Licking his lips, Tyrian then narrowed his eyes before giggling. "You."

"Me." Standing before Tyrian, was none other than Katz. A playful smirk then came onto the mobian's lips as his eyes then looked at a certain part of Tyrian. Primarily, his tail. "Oh. I see someone got a replacement." Katz then held his gun and waved it. The same gun he used to sneak attack on the scorpion faunus. "Perhaps another replacement will be needed."

In quick rapid motion, Katz instantly fired countless bullets in Tyrian's direction. Tyrian flipped backward and landed on his hands, legs, hands again all while dodging the bullets. Then landing on his tail while his weapons starved for blood.

Tyrian then got ready to launch himself when he paused. Katz was gone.

Tyrian then felt a chill and ducked forward. A baseball bat, with spikes protruding out of it, nearly took his head off. Tyrian landed on the ground, adjusted himself, then squatted with his tail up and ready while aimed at Katz who had gotten behind him.

"You're a bit faster." said Tyrian as Katz clicked his tongue, having hoped to bash Tyrian's head in then and there. Using his speed to get behind Tyriam and see if he could clobber him without difficulty. But sadly, it seems the instincts Tyrian had were stellar and quite good. Seems this faunus had been in his fair share of death matches.

'And to think things were going so well.' Having arrived in Nowhere with Sammael, who promised those in the invisible hand would get some good chances to spill blood. Maybe even kill some Huntsmen while they were at it. Then, Katz spotted Tyrian and decided some very much needed revenge was in order. It was luck really, that Katz even spotted him.

And the truth was, Katz didn't even need to go after Tyrian.

I mean, in the end the scorpion faunus wasn't all that important to the mission at hand. He wasn't some super threat, nor is he on the side of good. If anything, one would think Katz would leave the man alone and continue his actual mission.

Except, there's one thing many should know about Katz.

He's petty.

As a killer, Katz has done quite the unimaginable amount of horrors to many people. Conning them was one thing, but he's just as easily murdered. And as such, he was always on top and gleefully took honor when bringing down either Huntsmen or heroes. Such deaths gave Katz pride, much of it.

Pride that could also be easily injured and bruised alongside his ego, were he to be subverted in killing someone.

While rare, Katz has indeed lost before. And while some of them he could accept, others times he couldn't and immediately vowed revenge on such things. A certain Digimon of white came to Katz's mind, which made the mobian fuming in anger. And getting himself cut open, shot, and jabbed with poison made Katz just as angry.

As such, Katz wanted to do one thing.

'Time to make this bastard cry out until he's a sniffling wreck.' Ensure Tyrian died a painful and undignified death. Tyrian felt very much the same, both of the same mind.

Dropping his bag, Tyrian cracked his neck while Katz put his gun away. The two then walked closer to one another, no insulting jabs or jokes. Just simple murder in their eyes and thoughts of how to kill the enemy. It was just them and nobody else.

Soon, both ended up just three feet apart from one another, where both then looked at one another.

Pow!

Bam!

Two fists flew and in an instant the second round began.

And I'm back. A bit of a short chapter, but don't worry, I'll make up for that soon enough. Where I can finally do what I wanted for a long time. Round 2 of Katz vs Tyrian. Who will win or lose, and who'll be crawling home with another brutal injury? Guess we'll find out. Until Next Time.