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Rex laughed hysterically as Six and Holiday's faces turned pale. For once, Six actually showed emotions! Instead of his face being dark and stoic, you could see the disappoint and sadness hidden behind his sunglasses. A tear slipped down Holiday's face, whilst forcing the rest to stay inside. She knew she couldn't prevent herself from crying. Crying because of the sweet and innocent boy she knew for six years had turned malicious and dangerous. Rex didn't seem to care; he wanted their destruction, not their tears.

Rex's grin faded as the soldiers took a step closer to him. Six whipped out his katanas and strolled forward, cautiously towards the boy. Rex refused to flinch as the loud clang of the swords clashed together which showed no mercy for Six. Six knew that nothing could be done to stop Rex other than defeating him. He never wanted to do this to the boy he could once call Rex; right now he wasn't even sure if that was Rex. Rex would never do this. Something was up.

Six sighed and finally mumbled, "Okay, Rex. It's on. You and me in a hand to hand combat; your BFS against my katanas."

Rex nodded and replied in a ghostly voice, "Winner lives, loser dies." Both humans nodded as their eyes were shaded with the desire for victory. Holiday watched in terror as the day finally came; Rex had to go down. She knew that Six wouldn't really kill Rex, just probably knock him out and capture him. However the thought of him really killing Rex was a brutal one.

Rex's hand merged into his sword, his sword which could slice through mountains, create clean cuts through diamonds and even spill the blood of his enemies. The brassy orange coloured sword rested on Rex's shoulder and he stood straight, proudly. He lifted it off his shoulder and held it right in front of him, the tip of the sword pointing straight at Six in an attempt to intimidate him. Nonetheless, Six wasn't scared. He was angry with a mixture of guilt and sorrow.

Both humans charged directly towards each other, anger flushing their movement and filling with speed as both swords...