Tloj: Here it is, the final preparations before the final battle! As mentioned last chapter, one more lemon before we get to fighting.

Counterpunch's POV

I stride through the markets. I know Destro won't have any more info, so I need to go to the next best source.

Spike sighs as he flanks me on the left, meanwhile Smoke is observing the surroundings without being obvious about it. Hell, if I didn't know how to notice, I'd say he was out for a morning walk in the park.

I walk into a women's lingerie store, walking to the changing stalls.

Spike stares all around curiously while Smoke casually handles a few pieces, probably looking for a present to June.

I step into one and slide the mirror aside, walking into a room concealed behind it.

One by one, spaced apart so it doesn't look suspicious, they follow me.

I walk down some stairs before opening a door. "Hey Theodore, still alive down here?" I call, looking around.

Spike is on Red Alert while Smoke trails casually behind me.

"Aw dude, you made me miss my gold rank!" A mottled grey fox scowls, his tail swishing angrily at me from where he lounges on a beanbag in front of a TV and a game system that I don't recognize.

"You'll get it next time." I say unsympathetically. "Fear Slogluiganoff, spill."

"Dude, no. I'm not talking anything related to him. I still have about a thousand more years of video games to live to see, and not one second of that will give a lick if he finds me." He glares. He's about 14, his voice still scratchy from hitting puberty.

Smoke looks over his shoulder, "Hold up... Is this what I think it is?" He gestures at the tech savvy setup.

"Depends, what're you eyeing, man?" Theodore leans back, making sure he wasn't touching anything.

Smoke facepalms, "Oh sorry dude, intro! Name's Smoke of Station Square. That's my little bro over their." He nods to Spike who gives Theodore a cold stare.

"Neato." He gives a polite nod to Smoke. "You're here to tell Count Punchenstein here that Fear's not a good idea, right?"

"On contrary my savvy fox, we're escorting him into the mouth of Hell itself. We got space available if you want in."

"Nah,then I can't keep my pirated shit. Besides, I live in a women's lingerie shop! I'm livin' the dream here, watching rogues strip naked for my amusement." He smirks, wagging his tail.

Smoke pats his shoulder, "And I'm happy for you dude, now why don't you be a pal here?"

He sighs. "WHY do you want to know about Fear?"

Smoke shrugs, "I could tell you, but for all I know you're on his payroll."

"If I am, he's paying well for my silence. So what do you have in return?" He thumbs his controller a little, eager to get back to his game.

Spike stabs his sword into the ground between Theodore's legs. Smoke shrugs, "Your life, the mercy of Poisoned Rose, and a fat payoff. Sound good?"

His eyes wide, he nods with a gulp. "Now what do you need?"

Smoke pats his shoulder, "Alright Count, you take over from here."

"We need a high ranker, someone that has access to... shortcuts." I state.

"My Chaos... You talked to Cindy?" He gulps.

I wince. "Professional names here, Theodore. Yes, I talked to Destro."

Spike yanks his sword on the ground, and thumbs the blade's edge. Smoke leans on his shoulder, watching us like a movie.

"Shit man, you're gonna get us all killed." He mutters. "But... if you need someone, go for Alton Phare. He's just high enough to be important, but low enough to not be." He stands and walks over to his set up, printing out a picture and handing it to me face down. "Don't mess him up too much, he's a good man, just at the wrong place at the right time."

"My favorite vacation spot," Smoke says, taking the picture, and passing him a card. "Keep in touch man, if you need more parts, gadgets, gizmos, whatever, I can hook you up."

"Sweet dude. I'll definitely cash it." He smiles.

Smoke gives him a two fingered salute before headed for the exit.

We follow. "Well, that was easier than I thought." I say thoughtfully.

Smoke gives me a thumbs-up, "With style, and the power to scare anyone shitless, all things are possible."

"Oh, I know." I smirk. "Let's get back."

Spike nods, "So where do we find this guy?"

Smoke waves the picture before putting it into a pocket, "We pass it along to our Assassin friends. This Alton guy must go in, and out of that building a lot so they'll just grab him with Batman."

"Sounds like a plan." I nod.

*Antonio's POV*

I swish my tail boredly. I'm pretty sure I've been sitting here for about three hours, still as a gargoyle. Hell, I feel pretty good that even if anyone looked up at me, they'd think I'm a gargoyle. So yay for patience. Geez, dafuq is this nerd?

Down below I see Crystal sitting on a bench flanked by a few old men so she can blend in with the crowd. Reave got the idea to hire himself a set of hookers for camouflage.

I wonder idly how much Millie is pacing, waiting for our return.

Finally, I spy someone walking out of the building who doesn't look afraid of who's inside.A periwinkle hedgehog male in a dark blue business suit and a small briefcase.

Reave glances up, sensing the change in my emotions. Then he stands, using his four call girls to make for the hedgehog.

Alton doesn't notice, making a beeline for his car.

One of the girls spins in front of him, pressing herself to him, "Pardon me sir, care for a chat? I assure you I'm well versed in all CUNT-ry affairs..."

The other three come up on him from behind with Reave in their midst. He unsheathed his Poison Blade, stocked with a heavy sedative, and lightly stabs him in the side with it. A prick is all we need...

He gives the girl a once over while drooling, but still moving to his car. He tosses his briefcase into the passenger's side before closing and locking the door. "Why sure, what would you like to talk about?" He gives her his full attention.
The sedative didn't work?

The girl leans into the car window, giving him an eyeful down her shirt as Reave melts into the crowd again. She tilts her head, "Oh... Social Studies, I can be rather PASSIONATE about them..."

"Really? Hm..." He unlocks the car and steps out, closing and locking the door. "Maybe we should talk about them in private...?"

She presses against him, and giggles, "If you want, I've got nothing against sharing with the world..."

"Okay... we could... go in the..." He slowly stumbles towards the alley before falling over unconscious.

Reave steps from the girls, passing them a bottle of rings as he puts our target over his shoulder, walking deeper into the alley. Crystal stands, walking down a different alley so we can avoid detection.

I move from my post, flying after them.

Reave nods to us as we arrive, "He's out for about fifteen minutes."

I crack my knuckles. "Fine, I can wait."

Crystal picks the lock to an old shed, and swings it open for them.

We go inside.

Reave sets our guy in a corner carefully, and takes up a spot beside the door. Crystal takes a spot beside the hedgehog, ready to grab him if he tries to bolt.

Slowly, he starts to come out of it. "Huh...? Wazzat?"

Crystal lowers her hood, and kneels by him, "How do you feel?"

"Shit... you're here to kill me for what I took, aren't you?" He gulps, shrinking a little.

"We don't want the briefcase. We're here for you." I hiss with my Tails Doll voice.

Crystal gently strokes his head, "We just want you to help us get into that building. We're going after Fear."

He slowly starts purring to her touch. "Really? You're not here to kill me? I can get you into that building, but you need a key..."

Reave pulls the key card out of his pocket. "I have one question. Can what's in your case help us bring Fear down?"

He stares at the card. "Not directly. It's some kind of blueprints or plans. They deal with the usage of robotic skeletons in Mobians. Kinda like Wolverine... but able to be controlled, whether the person wants to be controlled or not."

"Like the Deadpool from the Wolverine Origins movie," Reave says with a nod.

Crystal raises an eyebrow at him, and Reave shrugs with the reply, "Spike."

"Kind of. But without all the scars." He nods. "It's in prototype and it was going to be shipped out when it was complete. I figured making it disappear might help the Hero out. He's here, I know it."

Crystal smiles, "His Chi doesn't waver, he's on our side."

Reave kneels in front of him, and holds up the key card, "You can help us, we need to use this to gain authentic blueprints to Fear's building. Crystal, and I are Nightshade Assassins, we'll watch after you."

He nods. "I can do that. I'll go to my office and print it. You don't need the key to access them, just to open the secret floors. And you apparently need me to authorize it."

Crystal nods, "I'll go with you. Practically speaking it's too soon to completely trust you, no offense."

"Okay. But the security systems will detect you, even with your ninja skills. Fear made sure he would know if anyone entered. So... er... pretend to be a call girl, and you'll be fine." He looks at how she's dressed, and figures she'd more likely just punch him for the idea, plus she didn't exactly scream slut either. It would be a stretch, even if she nodded.

She rubs her chin, "That might work, but did you ever consider possibly getting an assistant? I can carry my weapons easily under a woman's suit, and skirt. It might be less likely to draw eyes to us as well."

"If I did, I would've had to fill in paperwork and gotten you approved. That could take weeks, and you guys are on a tight schedule, I assume?" He says, obviously having thought of all angles before asking.

She nods, "I see. I will see what I can do then."

Reave obviously isn't pleased with this idea, but says nothing.

Alton nods. "Let's go." He stands and straightens out his suit before striding for the building.

Crystal lowers the zipper on her hoodie to show off some cleavage, and raises the hips of her skirt teasingly high before hugging his arm, and putting her head on his shoulder.

Alton's eyes widen, peeking down her top as he walks up to the door. "Holy... you're good at acting..." He quickly attempts to regain his composure before walking inside the double doors."

"...Is it rude to say your sister is hot?" I ask after a minute of silence. "Because I think that would be rude."

Reave sighs, "As her brother I'm annoyed, but... This is a mission. We were trained to impersonate all personalities."

"So wait... if your life depended on it, you could pretend to be gay and/or a flat-chested girl? Because I wouldn't buy it." I ask. The look he gives me says that was besides the point, and I should drop it. But hey, the only thing I drop is beats and bombs. On purpose, anyways.

*Crystal's POV*

I smile slyly as I keep ahold of him, taking a note from Rouge by way of highlighting my hips with each step. Luckily my Phantom Blade darts are sheaths on the inside of my skirt.

I can feel his eyes looking down at my cleavage every chance he gets, and I nudge him with my hip as I walk. He gulps and walks up to the elevator, pressing the button.

"You're rather depraved for female attention, are you not?" I look up at him.

"I'm a businessman that works under Fear's thumb. Can you say 'sleazeball?'" He murmurs as the elevator opens, and walks into it. He notices the secretary looking at us, and reaches back, giving my ass a squeeze while winking.

The secretary shudders and goes back to work as the doors close. He sighs with relief and quickly pulls away, fearing that I may hurt him for that touch.

I roll my neck on my shoulders, "I'm not going to hurt you, I understand the need for maintaining appearance. So long as you don't attempt to mate me then we won't have an issue."

"Okay." He nods, relieved. He takes a breath before wrapping his arm around my shoulders as the door opens, leading me down the hall as he chats with me about what F.E.A.R. Industry does, walking past various jealous looking coworkers.

I lower my voice to a huskier, sexy tone, "So, what does F.E.A.R. stand for...?

He clears his throat nervously. "Um, Feral Experimentational Animalistic Regeneration. Basically... Fear is using fear to make us all wild again, or something like that..."

"Wild huh...?" I look up at him with a purr in my voice.

"Indeed. But, we don't need his help, do we?" He smiles as he walks into his office, closing and locking the glass door before pressing a button and making the glass turn into one way glass. He sighs with relief, letting go of me. "That was more terrifying than I thought it would be."

I pat his arm, "You're with the head of the Nightshade clan. You have my word I will defend you."

He slowly smiles. "The head of the Nightshade clan is really cute, if she doesn't mind hearing so." He walks up to his computer and sits down, booting it up and starting to type.

"I appreciate the compliment," I say, sitting on the desk beside the computer. "But as the only female of my clan I have obligations."

"You are?" He sounds disappointed, slowing his typing a touch before quickening his pace again. "I'm sorry..."

I lean over, rubbing between his shoulders as I kiss him on the temple. "You're a sweet man, I only regret you're not a feline..."

"Me too..." He says wistfully. He finally pulls up the schematic before printing it. "I don't suppose I can at least tell any friends I make that I once dated a clan leader?" He grabs the print-out and offers it to me.

I roll it up, and press it flat before tucking it into the back of my skirt, hiding it under my hoodie. "Perhaps after we have won we can go on a real date. After all you're risking you deserve that much."

I ruffle his hair, and miss my own a bit. Then I set my skirt at a crooked angle, and untuck his shirt the slightest bit. "Let us wait fifteen minutes to make this believable."

He nods a little. He reclines back in his computer and sighs, "I wish those call girls HAD come and given me a good time. You acted the part so well..."

I smile, "They won't be hard to find again, or we could find you more as we help you flee the city."

"That would be nice." He smiles. "And after that, a date." He starts typing in the computer. "I know it's not much... but is there anything you want? I could try to give it to you guys." I know he meant me personally, but it was amusing that he would try to not show his attraction to me.

I pat his arm, and kiss his cheek, "You've done enough, my friend." Then I blink, and start to giggle, "I just realized I never gave you my name. I'm Crystal."

"Crystal? A beautiful name. I suppose you know mine... but I'm Alton Phare." He smiles, blushing as he rubs his cheek.

I smile, "It's very nice to meet you Alton."

"You too, Crystal." He smiles gently.

(Lemon ahead! Bold will return when it's over.)

I scoot off the desk, and into his lap so I can nuzzle him with a purr.

He blushes a bit, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist, unsure if this was a safe gesture.

I nod, "It's okay... I said I won't mate with you, but you may touch. And if anyone walks in me being in your lap is easily explained, yes?"

"Yeah..." He perks a little. "But... touch how?"

I take his wrist, and slowly move it onto my behind. "Anything outside my body is fine with me."

He blushes heavily and slowly starts drooling. "R-really...?"

I close his mouth with a finger, and raise an eyebrow at him.

He turns quiet with a gulp, blushing and giving my ass a squeeze.

I close my eyes, and lean into him with a deep purr.

He slowly starts purring as well and moves his hands under my skirt, groping my ass.

I smile, and kiss his neck gently.

He purrs more and nuzzles my cleavage happily, wagging his tail as he scratches the base of my tail, which was just above my panties.

I shiver, noticing how I do like having my rump played with.

He slowly slips his hands into my panties, groping my bare ass happily with a purr.

I smile wider when I feel his wrist brush the special corset I wear that holds all twenty of my knives.

He gulps, remembering who he's feeling up. He moves his hands closer to my tail, massaging my behind with his fingers.

Curiously I put my tail between his legs...

He almost whimpers, already having a hard-on down there. It twitches to my touch, and he squeezes my ass tighter.

I jump a bit, and then melt into him.

He purrs more and grabs my zipper with his teeth, pulling it down more...

Under the hoodie I wear a black see-through bra above the knife corset, and I feel myself heat up at the exposure.

He drools and purrs louder, his covered member rising and rubbing against my ass as he nuzzles my cleavage.

I feel my breath coming in short pants through my nose, "Am I really so attractive?"

"You have no idea..." He murmurs, using his teeth again to grip my bra, lifting it off my breasts.

I shiver in anticipation...

Someone opens the door, and on reflex I bury a knife beside their head inside the frame, a little irked at the interruption.

The guy yelps and quickly yanks the door close, and Alton snickers through his nose.

I blink in surprise, "...Did I just...?"

"You discouraged any more interruptions..." He purrs, nuzzling my bare breasts.

I close my eyes, and cradle his head. "I wonder what I just did to your reputation though."

"It just means I like my call girls with a little bite." He accentuates that last word, purring before he licks my nipple.

I jerk a bit in surprise, and smirk. "I suppose that's supposed to make you hardcore, huh?"

"Something like that." He smiles, rubbing his covered member against my ass as he sucks on my nipple happily.

I look down at his crotch, "...May I take that out? I'm curious of your size."

"O-of course!" He blinks, a bit startled.

I lower my hand to the juncture of his legs, opening his pants, and reaching inside for his manhood.

He gasps, and shudders when I make contact. "Your hands are so cold... but gentle..." His manhood throbs in my hand.

I blush as I pull it out... I can't help but stare.

"If your colleagues knew you had this they would be green with envy."

He blushes. "Really...? You think so?"

I nod, and play my thumb over a bump on the underside.

He moans a little, melting. "Could you... stroke it up and down a little...?"

I nod, holding it gently encased in my fingers as I move the skin on it up, then down slowly. My tail flicks as I feel it stiffen even more.

He melts more. "Oh... yes..." He moans, his eyes glazing out a little.

Curiously I put two finger from my free hand in my mouth to wet them, and then rub those moist fingers all over the head of his cock.

His eyes open wide as he gasps. "Oh god..." He moans, squirming more.

I look up at him, "You are alright?"

"It feels so good..." He whimpers, his dick throbbing a little more. "Don't stop..." He reaches up and starts massaging my breasts with his hands.

I nod, and wet my fingers again, this time trailing down the underside of his cock.

He shudders again. "You're good at this... is this your first time doing this...?"

I nod, "Yes, but growing up I studied acupuncture. I know where the nerves are clustered."

"Wow..." He murmurs. "Where would one such bunch be for you...?"

I take his hand, and slip it into the front of my panties. I put his middle finger on the hood of my clitoris, "Right there."

He blushes and drools a little as he starts rubbing my clit.

I jerk, and whimper as I lean into him.

He purrs and rubs my clit a little harder, nuzzling my breasts.

I squirm, my claws extending into his chair fabric.

He jumps, a bit surprised before purring and rubbing me more in little circles. "I take it you've never been touched down here...?"

I shake my head as I pant quicker than before, my chest heaving.

He rubs in tiny circles harder. "You're getting a little wet..." He purrs. "Please... don't stop with me..."

I nod, and press my teeth to his neck as I take his cock in my hand again, careful not to get him with my claws. I just can't sheathe them...

"Could you try... using your breasts on me...?" He pants a little, pushing a finger into me.

I jerk, "No penetration!"

He quickly yanks his hand away. "Sorrysorrysorry!" He whimpers.

I shudder, and look down at him, "No... It's okay, it felt good... I just can't let myself get too carried away."

"Okay..." He smiles gently and continues to rub my clit. "As I was saying...?"

I nod, and massage them, "It could be difficult... They're not wet after all so it might not feel as good."

"It's okay..." he moans happily.
I lick my lips to wet them as I lower myself to the floor, standing on my knees as I wrap my breasts around his cock.

He shudders and moans louder, wagging his tail.

I mimic the up/down motion I did with my hands, only this time with my breasts. "Would... Would you mind playing with me again? Down there?"

"Please..." He nods with a moan.

I help him down to the floor, and lay him on his back. Then I spread my legs over him as I take his cock between my breasts again.

He starts rubbing my clit with his finger again, long and slow this time.

I whip my tail around, and slowly I stick out my tongue, using it on the head of his dick. It's an odd taste, but not unpleasant. Luckily he keeps good hygiene.

He gasps, shuddering. "C-Crystal..." He moans, startled.

I stop with my tongue, "Did I hurt you?"

"No... it's better than your fingers... I just never thought you would... taste me..." He purrs softly, wagging his tail.

I smile, "I was curious."

"Please... don't stop..." He purrs. "I want you to taste me..."

I nod, and start lapping at his tip with a purr. After a few minutes the taste changes a bit, becoming stronger. I look, and see clear liquid oozing out.

He's panting a little bit, moaning. Suddenly, I feel him lick my clit.

I squeal quietly, gripping his pants, and accidentally shredding them a bit with my claws.

He pays no mind, too far gone. He starts licking my clit continuously with a purr.

I can feel myself going fuzzy in the mind as I go back to licking his tip... Finally I just wrap my lips around it, and start bobbing my head.

He shudders and moans more, leaking more clear liquid as he starts licking my entire pussy lips.

I start feeling a touch weak in the hips, and I take about half his length into my mouth.

"You're... so good at this... do you want to taste... my seed...?" He pants, squirming.

I nod, and swirl my tongue.

He whimpers, shuddering. "You've... got to do harder... than that...!" He whimpers, wanting a final push as he sucks on my clit.

I think, and then thank my training for one particular skill. I open my throat, and practically choke on his man meat.

He gasps, and lets out one long moan, releasing a white fluid... his seed... from his manhood in spurts.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I pull back a bit, and it fills my mouth, my cheeks bulging slightly.

He pants heavily. "How... am I?"

I stand, and spit it up in a trash can. "A bit... More than I can chew," I admit, unaware my skirt is high on my hips, giving him a full view.

"It's okay... mind if I try it on you...?" He purrs, wagging his tail as he pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of me.

I look back, eyeing that phone, "What?"

"I just want a picture to remember you... just in case it takes a while to go on that date." He smiles.

I nod, "But... Try what on me? And if I see that on the internet then you will not have the chance to use that member again."

"It's never going on there... I want to make you cum like you did to me." He smiles.

I swallow, and then nod.

He purrs and pats the floor. "Then let's get started."

I crawl over, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, I can't put anything in you... so I'll just have to overstimulate you." He purrs happily. He gently pushes me onto my back before spreading my legs and starting to lick my clit again.

I gasp, and lie still as my tail sweeps the floor.

He purrs and starts sucking on my pussy, rubbing his tongue on my clit.

I grit my teeth with a whine, and thread my fingers into his quills.

He purrs a little, licking my clit harder.

I whimper, "Please... More..."

He silently licks my pussy as he rubs a finger on my clit.

I curl my toes with a whine, and scratch at the floor.

He blows air onto my clit with a purr.

"Please, don't stop!"

He rubs my clit harder, licking my pussy happily.

I bite gently on my knuckles while I cross my legs behind his head.

He removes his finger and goes back to running his tongue on my clit directly.

"A-a-ah!" I feel pressure building in my gut.

He nibbles my sensitive clit, wagging his tail with a purr.

I feel a sudden release that makes me cry out, and erupt between my legs.

He yelps before purring.

I pant, "Oh... Wow..."

"There... my gift to you." He smiles and pets my leg.

I smile up at him, "Father was always adamant on our strict cat-only family bloodline... But in hindsight, there could be qualities in other races our clan may need..."

"Now now... don't think like that right now. Lust makes you say things you could regret later." He smiles wanly. "I appreciate it though."

I close my eyes as I adjust my clothes back to a semi-presentable state. "Very sensible of you." I lean in, and kiss him on the lips.

He smiles and kisses me back. "I'm a businessman, it's my job to think long-term. I would love to be right by your side in whatever you're doing. But I have no powers that could help. I'm powerless."

I put a hand on his chest, "No one is powerless."

"Well then, I don't know my powers. I'd be better here, cheering you on and biding my time until you come back for me." He smiles and wraps his arms around my waist lovingly.

I smile, and gently take my claws down his back teasingly, "I will come back."

He purrs. "I hope so. I look forward to seeing you again, Crystal. Maybe next time we'll get to know each other better." He takes my hand and walks for the door.

(Lemon's over! Come back!)

I hold on to him sincerely this time, purring loudly as I rub my tail over his. I can see him getting looks because of his frayed clothes, and feel a little bashful about that as I put the knife I threw earlier back in my corset.

He doesn't seem to mind, giving those that stare at him long enough satisfied glances, like he had a great time with his "call girl". But, I suppose he kind of did have a great time now, didn't he?

He steps into the elevator. "Thanks for the unexpected fun time." He smiles.

"My thanks to you as well," I reply, and kiss the underside of his jaw. I check with my tail to make sure the blueprints are still there, which they are.

"It will look off if I come back a third time today." He says, back to business. He fishes a card from his pants and hands it to me. "Have your friends call my office phone, it routes to my home phone for business, and have them set up an appointment for whenever they want to settle the score. Make sure they say it's a group interest or something so it won't look suspicious for a large group to come."

I squeeze his hand, "So you won't flee the city? What if you are discovered?"

"One last appointment. Then I'll get out of Dodge." He smiles gently.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and then turn his head towards me as I kiss him deeply.

He blinks before closing his eyes and returning the kiss. When we pull away, he smiles. "Until we meet again, Crystal."

I smile, and peck him on the cheek before walking out of the elevator, and waving to the secretary on my way out.

The secretary blinks before returning to her work as Alton walks out and to his car. He gives me one final wave before stepping into his car and driving away.

I sigh as I make my way into the alleyways, expecting my companions to join me soon.

Antonio lands and straightens. "Woah... did you fight generic robots while he got the plans or something?"

"No," I say simply. "I persuaded a Wild Card in our favor."

Reave walks out from behind Antonio, "You...?"

I fix my appearance, "Yes, I slept with him, but nothing Father would shake me for." Reave is obviously displeased.

"Wow. I never thought you'd... wow." Antonio blinks. "I thought you were the Shadow of the group."

I eye him coldly, "I will do what I must to see this through."

"Yeah... there it is." He smirks. "So what's the plan?"

"He will arrange a group appointment for us to get in there when we are ready to strike."

"Sweet! Let's go tell bro so we can ready up!" Antonio smiles.

I nod, finally completely presentable again as I put up my hood. One may suspect I feel some measure of guilt for using Alton like that, but I do not. He is an asset needed to fulfill the mission.

"I'll beat you two there!" Antonio smirks, shooting off into the sky and flying off.

I don't try to race. Reave, and I subtly use the crowds to move back to our hideout.

Phew! Now, the final battle is upon is! R&R, please.