Setting: Living room of my house the next day. The clock ticks, broken and behind by a second. Currently studying Planet Earth because I don't try and Khan doesn't tolerate it.

Conquest: You're telling me in a class as easy as this, you manage to get straight C+'s on every exam before this. It would logically be improbably unless you decided to fuck yourself.

War: And you continuously mess up the easiest shit. Seriously, El Nino is colder on the right side of the Pacific and La Nina is colder on the right. And it's particularly easy to tell where temperatures are different. Good god, I'm not as bright as "Khan," yet I still do a hell of a lot brighter than you.

Famine: Yes, and meandering streams and braided streams are so easy to tell apart. For a fairly nice guy, you really aren't the most hardworking one. If you really tried, you could easily pass this kind of shit and distinguish yourself.

Death: What a pain. Look, we love you (I'm sure you do), but we need you to fulfill your end of the bargain as well. You must overcome your own weaknesses as I'm sure you'll help us overcome ours.

War: Speaking of weaknesses: Thannat, let's go spar outside. I'm feeling a little rusty since it's been so long since our last matchup. "Sarvty" and "Khan" can come with. I bet pipsqueak still has some questions for us.

With that, we drop our studying and walk outside. Thank god they are required to have restriction seals otherwise they'd probably nuke the block. Or worse yet, the entire town. Fuck, this is going to be hard to control.

Death: Remove Restriction Power Seal 10 on Werran and me. As you probably already know, 10 seals for 10 degrees of power. You probably don't know there are two ways to activate, vocally and mentally. Each has drawbacks. Vocal activation increases power of effect, but has low range needed to activate. As long as we can hear you, the power seal will activate. Mental activation has unlimited range, but the location of the Horsemen must be known to gain activation. You will use your mind to activate for this round. We will try vocal activation another time.

Me: Yes. Your actions are by my command. Death and War, it is by the calling in my voice that I ask you to stand and fight in my name. Remove Restriction Power Seal 10 and operate at the lower limits of your power. Your orders are to fight until either of you is incapacitated. You are forbidden from damaging anything beyond the street and any buildings either of you use for support will result in the automatic termination of your power seals. Are my instructions clear?

Death and War: Yes, your magnificence. Your directive is our command.

With that, they transform. Death gains wings and purple body armor covering her like a dress. She wields a massive scythe that can be detached by the front end that allows her to grapple onto objects. This scythe as it's height can cut through dimensions and through buildings at it's weakest, but I didn't know that yet. A deathly aura emanates from her and her appearance becomes more skeletal. War gains Golden Roman like armor and a has what could be described as steel gloves with many miniature spikes on them. His punches hit like an Abrams tank missile, and can instantly collapse a building. He becomes bigger and more muscular, becoming as tall as big as the small condo next to our house. He gives off an air of rage pent up from, I'm guessing, a couple years of bad memories.

They rush at each other, faster than the eye can see. I can only glimpse War's smug grin and Death's sly smile at me before they collide in a mash of purple and red aura. I couldn't really see the intimate details of what was happening, but let's just say the street where the fight took place had a lot of scratches and craters.

From what I could make out of it, Death can fly, as the Grim Reaper probably should. It's quite stunning actually, seeing such an efficient fighter go up against a monster of a tank. She dodges with insane speed, going over and under War's punches, each of which shift the air around it in mini-tornadoes emanating from his arms and leave small dents in her armor. She slashes at him, her lightning fast (metaphor because people have quoted lightning feat in Dragon Ball as a speed feat, and I am not having that fucking headache of a powerwank from any dipshit nerds who want to argue semantics about speed) strikes slice his armor and gloves, knocking off spikes and leaving scratches on his armor.

They go at it for hours, neither backing down or giving ground. Famine got some popcorn, and looked off inquisitively into the distance with a confused look for some parts of the fight. Perhaps some memories too? I'll have to talk with all of them before this ends.

Conquest nudges me, signalling he wants to talk.

Conquest: The probability of us being seen is only about 4%. The businessman took care to clear the neighborhood by giving them free vacations. (Vacations in the 3rd month of Academic studies? Who is this guy and how powerful is he?) I sense a 0% chance of any neighbor reneging on this deal and a 3% chance we will encounter an enemy.

Me: Wait, an enemy?

Conquest: Yes, naturally being the 4 Horsemen, we are accustomed to coming under attack by enemies. There are those who wish to take your command and use us for nefarious purposes. Trivial and mundane affairs such as conquering the world or getting rich. Humans who do such things bore me, as there is only a 1% chance of those dreams coming true. I feel it is strongly improbable, however, that we will encounter an enemy today like I said in percentages. We should call off the duel as a precaution.

Me: It is getting quite dark. Death. War. Stand down and relinquish your power. Restriction on Power Seal 10 has been reimplemented and no further fighting is required on my behalf.

Death and War: Yes your magnificence.

Death: Thank fuck, we can finally break character and stop roleplaying as a bunch of knights. How did you think of our fight?

War: Pip, what'd ya think? Were you impressed by the amount of power I unleashed?

My name is not Pip, and I think if you don't stop calling me that, Death will get some funny ideas about potential nicknames.

Death: Yeahhhh Pipppp? Were you impresseeddddd?

Me: Your fighting is very impressive and you all are worthy fighters. Next up would be Conquest and Famine.

War: I would prefer you'd use our cover names.

Death: And I would prefer if you stopped acting all royal. It's cute hearing you, but it sounds obnoxious to beat it into the ground.

Me: Sorry about that, let's go inside and plan for the Paintball scrimmage.

We walk inside and take a break, Death and War trying to outdo each other in terms of nagging about who beat the other like a bunch of comic nerds raging about whether Goku or Superman were stronger. What a pain in my ass. I'll have to figure out how to control them even with the power seals.

Outside, 3 miles down the road on top of a radio tower, an unknown scout kept watch with high powered binoculars from the middle of the fight to the end, not seeing the weapons or armors clearly enough, but being able to ascertain the identity of the Agnum.

Scout: I have found the target your lordship seeks. Should I call in the Gravedusters?

Unknown superior to scout (may or may not be encountered in the future depending on how fucked I am): No, I would prefer to wait until we know exactly what the powers of these ... Horsemen are. The Gatekeeper has done well to keep their powers a secret, and is a crafty son of a bitch. Clearing out all witnesses in the neighborhood for 2 miles is a smart move. We shall wait and observe the Agnum and his Horseman. Then we shall ascertain the identity of the Trigger and do some persuasion. Only afterwards shall we engage the Agnum. Are we clear, Tyren Beck?

Tyren: Yes High Dragon. I shall observe the activities of the Agnum.

Unbeknownst to all that, I reluctantly receive tutoring from Conquest and some not so kind words of encouragement from War. Can't wait to see what sort of shit comes next.