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(Present Day)

"Come on, you two!" Alessandro yelled at the horrified Arnold and Creed. "Rip out his goddamn stigmata! NOW!"

"Uh, Alessandro..." Arnold suddenly said as he noticed something right behind Alessandro.

Alessandro turned and, much to his shock, saw Satellite standing straight-up with his long-sword in his left hand. "I...will not...fucking...lose!" Satellite whispered.

"W-What's going on?" asked Alessandro.

"D-Did his BLEEDING just stop?!" asked Creed.

*SHINE*

A tremendous aura suddenly encompassed the Pandora punk and something materialized out his back.

"Are...Are those...Wings of Light?!" gasped the silver-haired Pandora boy.

"Uh, Arnold...KILL HIM?!" yelled Creed.

"Oh, RIGHT!" Arnold lunged himself at—

*SLASH*

Satellite sliced at Arnold's left temple on his head...

"GAH!"

*BAM*

...then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall.

"ARGH!" Arnold coughed up some blood as well. "W-Was that a Double Accel?"

"ARNOLD!" Creed cried.

"Hey, loser~de arimasuka!"

*BAM*

Creed suddenly coughed out some blood as well as he punched in the stomach...by Ra's.

"Isn't NOT paying attention what led to my defeat, senpai?" asked Ra's. "Well, NOW, I won't by holding ANY LONGER!" He punched his gauntlets together as he charged to take Creed down.

*CLANG*

Arnold quickly, yet barely, blocked Satellite's swift attack.

"Damn, how the hell is so fast?" thought Alessandro. "He can't be...going NOVA?!"

Arnold opened his tightly closed eyes, only to get a glimpse at Satellite's lifeless eyes glaring back at him. "W-what the hell?! Is he DEAD?!"

*ZOOM*

Satellite suddenly vanished, leaving his opponent in a nervous state.

"Y-You may've been able to somehow unleash a Double Accel Turn, just like me," the scythe-wielding Pandora boy said, "but THAT'S nothing! I STILL know where you'll strike next! LIKE RIGHT BEHIND—"

*SLASH*

Arnold suddenly felt himself being slashed in the left shoulder by Satellite's Nova Blood from...

"The FRONT?! That punk attacked me from the FRONT?! HOW?!"

*SLASH*

Satellite slashed again, in the chest this time, before vanishing; the attack also broke Arnold's scythe.

"Don't tell me: is this...TRIPLE ACCELERATION?!" With his shirt now sliced and pecs exposed, Arnold collapsed in defeat.

Satellite materialized in victory, and then...

"UHNNNN..."

*THUD*

...collapsed.

"No way! ARNOLD!" cried Creed.

"Bewildered again~de arimasu?" Ra's taunted as he got right up in Creed's face. "Because THAT'S how YOU shall lose as well~de arimasu!"

"THAT'S IT!" Creed quickly jump back and produced three copies of himself that attempted to strike Ra's down.

"Didn't you already show me that move~de arimasenka?"

*SHINE*

Producing Wings of Light, Ra's made copies of himself as well to strike back. "BURNING FANG!" Ra's and his four copies struck down Creed and the copies, making the copies disappear.

That's right, Ra's had...

"FOUR?! FOUR COPIES?! AND THEY ALL DEFEATED CREED?! AND ARNOLD LOST AS WELL?! DAMMIT! WHEN WILL THIS NIGHTMARE END?!" panicked Alessandro.

Upon landing, Ra's' Wings of Lights dispersed and—

*COUGH*

—suddenly coughed some blood into his hand. "Looks like using Replication was a little too much for me~de arimasu," he thought as he held his mouth. He then turned to the unconscious Pandora punk. "And yet HE was able to do it...without ANY training~de arimashou! By the gods, he is so FEARSOME~de arimasu!"

End


Cast:

(Young) Satellite L. Bridget: Fujiko Takimoto (Japanese); Yuri Lowenthal (English)


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