Slow start to the week, but I managed to convince the powers that be that we should postpone a big, upcoming test event for my system until May instead of April. Glad they finally made the decision, since their original plan would've meant missing our trip to Florida for my sister-in-law's college graduation. Bad enough I'd be out our share of the rental house, but I didn't get to go visit my nieces in Georgia last time with MrsTheGoose and hated the idea of cancelling on them again. Gotta make sure they remember who the fun uncle is. Will also be fun to revisit my college and stop in to see some of my engineering professors. Gotta brag on how things have been going for me in the ten years since I graduated.

Also, this Sunday is MrsTheGoose's birthday! Falls on Easter this year, which is kinda rare. Already made steaks for us last night as an early celebration and have some stuff planned for her actual bday. Always love a chance to spoil her a bit.

The journey to Reyno felt like it took forever, but that was probably more thanks to being spoiled by air travel than anything else. By the time the shores of Anima came into view, Adam couldn't wait for the feel of dry land under his feet. Even if he'd gotten used to the roll of the ship after a couple days, he preferred the type of ground that didn't move when he walked on it.

Of course, getting off the ship didn't feel great at first. His body still instinctively tried to account for the motion of the ship that was no longer there. In his mind, he knew the shores of Anima weren't swaying, but now he was the one swaying as he tried to walk. He imagined coming off the ship like that made him look drunk, but at least he was in good company as Bane, Blake, and Ilia stumbled along behind him.

Landing at Reyno would've been convenient, but given the base's landlocked location, they couldn't exactly sail right up to the front door. Even if they could, there was always the risk of Atlas being able to track their ship, so instead they landed further southwest. There were landing spots closer to Reyno in the east, and they'd be less likely to encounter anyone out there, but that might narrow down the search area too much if they were spotted. This area had a lot more places to hide and wouldn't appear as suspicious if someone tracked their ship. After all, no one really sailed around the barren wastelands in the southeast, so a ship anywhere near there would be a dead giveaway.

Unfortunately, that also meant a long ride to Reyno through the sparsely populated southern outskirts of Anima…in the back of a truck. Sitting up front would've been too risky. If anyone came across them, their plainclothes drivers would say they were transporting crops from the southern farmland. They'd even stopped at one to stock up the lead truck, just so they'd have a truckload of proof to back up their story.

If anyone checked the next truck, they'd probably be a little surprised by the number of faunus along for the ride. Then again, if anyone looked that close, they were already busted.

Luckily - both for them and for the poor fools they'd have to kill if anyone investigated them - they arrived at Reyno without any trouble. He'd been to Reyno plenty of times in the past, but this time felt different. Before, he'd always been a visitor. now, Reyno would be his new home.

Given his track record, Adam wondered how long that would last.

"Welcome to Reyno!" Cerco cheered as everyone piled out of the trucks. He'd gotten to ride up front instead of shoved in the back with all the other sardines. "Or should I say welcome back. I'd give you the grand tour, but-"

"We've been here before," Adam finished. Only once for Blake and Ilia, but he and Bane knew the place like the back of their hands. The guards manning the perimeter waved and shouted his name, energized by the arrival after so long on their own. Cerco would ensure they got a lighter workload for the next few days. Only fair, given they'd had to handle everything themselves for a while. That probably cheered them more than Adam's return, and he couldn't really blame them.

"Need any help moving in? I can have some of the lads carry your stuff for you." Adam swore he could hear the resigned sighs of the men around him, none of them eager to do any sort of heavy lifting after the long trip. He didn't either, but considering it was his stuff and not theirs, he could understand their resentment.

Bane understood the assignment, hefting a large crate over his shoulder before snatching a duffel bag with his free hand. "I think we've got it," Adam assured Cerco, making sure everyone around heard it. Reyno was built with functionality in mind, meaning almost everyone slept in a series of communal bunkrooms. Cerco assured him they'd be building some individual rooms for him and his team, but those would take time. For now, he and Bane would share a small room, while Ilia and Blake got another. Cerco had offered his own for Adam to use - as leader of Reyno, he had his own space - but Adam refused to boot someone for his own comfort. The shared space was only temporary, after all, and he'd shared a room with Bane back in Orostachys.

Adam made sure to give the single finger salute to the island when they'd sailed past.

"The girls might need some help," Bane pointed out as he walked past, earning a few groans. Adam and Bane had packed pretty light, at least compared to Blake. To be fair, he, Bane, and Ilia didn't exactly own much, so packing wasn't as hard. Blake, on the other hand, was basically an island princess and had smuggled quite a bit out of her home before they left. Clothes, bedding, and ammo - despite him assuring her they had plenty at Reyno - weren't too bad. Even her collection of tea didn't weigh much.

It was the books. Entire boxes filled with them. Adam couldn't help but think Ghira and Kali would notice the massive hole in their library that Blake had somehow smuggled out. A single book didn't weigh that much, but pack a box full of them and you realized just how weighty words could really be.

Knowing full well how much he'd regret his next words, Adam offered, "We'll take care of it." All he wanted to do was lie down and take a nap right now, but it wasn't like the others hadn't gone through the same journey he and Bane had. Besides, they both had aura, and while that didn't really protect them from the aches and pains of a cramped ride, it would help them recover faster. Considering the two of them were almost certainly stronger than anyone else in Reyno, and it only made sense for them to do the heavy lifting.

That didn't mean he liked it. Or Bane, who groaned in resignation. Cerco's men, however, had relief all over their faces. "If you need anything, give us a holler." He wouldn't, but he appreciated Cerco's offer nonetheless. Without warning, Cerco rounded on the men lurking nearby. "What are you lot doing? You think these trucks'll unload themselves? Get to work!"

Adam tried to hide his smile as he caught a bag someone in the truck threw to him, waving for another. He and Bane started to make their way to their room but stopped as Blake and Ilia hurried to catch up. Before either of them could ask, Adam sighed and said, "Follow us." They'd show Blake and Ilia to their room first, then head to their own after.

It was easy to forget that they'd only been here once. Even then, they'd pretty much just followed him around the entire time. Reyno didn't exactly have maps posted everywhere with bright "You Are Here" stickers. You just sort of got used to where everything was.

To Bane and Adam, everything made sense. The bunkhouses were just to the north - a trio of identical buildings with barely any space in between. The left one was for women, while the other two were for the men. Even then, there was a lot more space in the women's bunkhouse. Some of the men complained, saying they could use some extra room, but Cerco vetoed the idea immediately. The female barrack was off limits to any male other than Cerco or those cleared for temporary access. Adam didn't need permission, since he outranked Cerco, but he'd still asked since this was Cerco's turf.

"After we unpack, we'll go grab some food," Adam said, feeling his stomach growl at the thought. Or maybe it was the whiff of lunch cruelly drifting along on the breeze. Either way, after days of only having field rations, a freshly cooked meal sounded perfect. After that…

After that?

He didn't really know. Normally, having some time to himself like this would be a luxury, especially since he hadn't really had any time off in weeks. Things had just been too busy. From the moment Atlas fired at their airship, Adam hadn't had so much as a moment to himself. Sienna had handled the hunt for Atlas' hidden base, getting in contact with her source to determine its location and even the full layout of the base. He still had no idea how she'd gotten all that. In the meantime, he'd upped the training of Alpha Squad to get them ready for the inevitable clash.

Not ready enough. Apparently not, or he wouldn't've had to watch Jakob bleed out, pushing him over the edge to slaughter those blasted Atlas suits who'd stolen his friend from him. He wouldn't have lost his place in Menagerie and been exiled to Reyno. Blake wouldn't have abandoned her home to follow him. She'd be pestering him for training or rolling her eyes at some lame joke from Jakob. All four of them would still have a home.

This was home now. He could sit around dreaming of how things could've been, but at the end of the day, he couldn't change the past. All he could do was learn to live with it, however difficult that might be. Squashing down such morbid thoughts, Adam led them to the women's bunkhouse, focusing on helping Blake and Ilia settle in before heading off to his own room with Bane.

An hour later found all four of them seated in the cafeteria, quietly devouring their warm meals alongside almost all of Reyno's forces. Those left behind from the raid - the lucky few, in Adam's opinion - had known they were coming and made sure to have a feast waiting for them. At least, a feast by their standards. The deer population around Reyno must've taken a hit with how much venison was still cooking away in the kitchens. Plates piled high with meat drowning in gravy were quickly emptied, only to be refilled. The produce they'd brought with them went to good use, too. All around the large, open space, the hum of conversation was punctuated by the discordant rhythm of forks and knives against plates.

Except at their table.

Bane had never been much for talking. Clearly, they'd let Ilia spend too much time around him, as she tended to keep to herself still. Blake, meanwhile, was either still adjusting to the new environment or had finally realized just what she'd done in leaving home. Either way, she stared far too forcefully at her food as she ate.

Which meant it was up to Adam to break the silence.

"So…you two get everything unpacked?"

"Mm-hm."

"Mostly."

Gods save him from antisocial, moody teenagers. "Maybe after lunch, Bane and I can show you two around?" Again, though their initial tour hadn't exactly been thorough. Even if it had only been weeks, it felt like ages since they'd first introduced the camp to Blake and Ilia. Even then, they'd only pointed out a few key buildings for their stay. Only what the two needed to know. After all, they'd only been visiting.

Now, they were residents.

"I guess," Blake answered with a shrug. Ilia just nodded along between mouthfuls.

Really? That's the best he could get? "I heard they might build a library soon. Nothing big, but Cerco thinks we need to make sure people can train their minds instead of just their bodies." Granted, a lot of the books they'd buy first would likely be focused on practicality rather than enjoyment, but maybe he could convince Cerco to start a fiction section. The men needed to unwind from time to time, and he had to imagine some of them liked reading as much as Blake did. "We could ask him to keep an eye out for any books you want."

"Maybe."

"And after that, I thought I'd strip down, light myself on fire, and dance on top of the wall."

"Sounds good."

Adam pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to rub away the frustration. It didn't help. "You're not listening." At least, he hoped she wasn't. Otherwise, he had questions on her taste in performance art. "Blake? Blake!"

Adam slammed his hand on the table, making both girls jump. Bane had been listening along, but seemed content to watch the theatrics.

"Huh? What?" Blake blinked through the haze.

"You spaced out on me." Both of them had, but the change wasn't quite so obvious in Ilia. From what he heard, she tended to open up more around Blake and even Bane, though he couldn't help but wonder what that looked like. Maybe they'd learned to communicate via grunts and sighs. "It's like talking to a brick wall."

"S-sorry," Blake apologized, fighting back a yawn. "Guess I'm just tired from the ride here."

They all were, but it didn't take a genius to recognize that it wasn't physical exhaustion that had Blake zoning out on them. Come to think of it, she'd been pretty quiet ever since they'd left Menagerie. Leaving her home couldn't've been easy. She'd spent her whole life there. Sure, she'd traveled a lot when she was younger, attending protests and rallies alongside her activist parents, but Kuo Kuana was always home. To just up and leave like that had to be jarring.

Not that he could speak from experience. He'd lost and left places too many times, and most of those weren't places he'd ever called home. Leaving Menagerie sucked, but only because of the inconvenience. He'd never really had time to put down roots, so tearing them up didn't hurt as much.

Blake, on the other hand, had a whole lifetime on that island. She'd grown up there, the daughter of the most important man in Menagerie. With that came all the benefits of a cushy life. Her house was a mansion, staffed by a small army of servants and guards that saw to their every need. She could've spent her life lazing about, doing whatever she wanted without a care in the world.

Instead, she'd thrown it away for her beliefs. Adam couldn't help but respect someone willing to give up everything to help others. Were he in her shoes, Adam wasn't sure he could've made the same choice. Blake wanted so badly to fight for the faunus that she'd willingly joined him in exile. And at such a young age. She'd celebrate her fourteenth birthday not in the tropical paradise of Kuo Kuana, but within the imposing walls of Reyno. He'd have to see about doing something special to celebrate.

In the meantime, though, she needed a distraction. They all needed one. In fact, now that he thought about it, the hum of voices around them sounded pretty tame. Usually, there'd be people joking, laughing, and even shouting out to one another. Instead, even the sound of cutlery nearly drowned them out. It didn't take long for him to understand why.

Empty seats. Dotted across the room were seats that sat empty. People were creatures of habit. Even if they knew everyone, they all had their usual groups. Friends from before the White Fang. Coworkers within Reyno. Bunkmates. Little cliques that spent their free time together day in and day out.

Only now, some of those groups were fractured. Even the ones that weren't missing anyone felt the pall cast by the more empty tables. There was no ignoring it. No denying it. With everyone gathered in one place, the missing members stuck out so much more.

Which meant he had a job to do - both for himself and everyone else at Reyno. "Finish up, then meet me outside. We've got work to do."

"What kind of work?"

The kind that would keep everyone distracted for a bit. The one thing he could guarantee they were good at.

With a fiendish grin, Adam answered, "Training."

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Word spread quickly around Reyno, as it often did. Moreso thanks to Adam loudly telling Cerco of their plans to do some sparring. He didn't usually bother with it when he visited, though there'd been a couple occasions. Most of the time, anyone he brought with him didn't have aura. This time, he had three.

Well, two and a newbie.

"Why doesn't Bane have to fight?" Blake whined as Adam stretched and prepared for their spar. He'd called it training, but in reality, he planned to put on a show. Already, a good chunk of Reyno had gathered to watch, and more were heading over, either catching wind of the spectacle or just curious as to the growing crowd.

Adam holding a spar was enough to keep them interested, but having him face two opponents at once? "Bane has his own training to work on," Adam assured her. "So saying, he waved over to Bane, who stood on the edge of the training ring staring at his hand.

Teaching someone to use aura wasn't easy. He'd always gotten annoyed at Jean and even Blaine for their sloppy, often ineffective methods. Now having to see it from their perspective, he figured he owed both men an apology.

It felt so natural. Activating his aura was as simple as thinking about it. There was no muscle to flex or steps to take. Most of the time he did it instinctually, but that hadn't always been the case. What he did remember was how Jean started him out and had Bane do something similar. The hand glowing trick. Of course, he knew it wouldn't work that easily. That was part of the process, or so he assumed. Jean had to make him realize he couldn't force it, then do the whole exploring your inner self thing. It sounded silly, but it worked for him. After that, maybe he'd adopt some of Blaine's methods. Not to the extreme that he did, of course, but protecting someone might work. Maybe Ilia. The two of them were pretty close.

Would that even work if his core or whatever Jean had called it was something different? Guarding a seemingly helpless victim worked on him, but he'd been all about protecting people. What if Bane wanted power? Revenge on the SDC? Or maybe he just really, really wanted to be the world's best nightlight. Adam really wished Kaito had come with them. He always seemed to know what to do.

"We'll go until I say stop," Adam instructed, stretching his arms.

"Don't you mean until we surrender?" Those were the usual terms. That, or aura breaking in their case.

"Not today." They'd just surrender early. Neither of them held much hope of beating him. It also didn't help that they'd figured out his plan. They were the entertainment, which meant he intended to make a show of it and drag out their suffering.

Blake grumbled about him being unfair, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Those with power made the rules. Besides, she was always hounding him for more training. He was just giving her what she wanted.

Ilia looked just as resigned to their fate, wielding the strange rapier uneasily. Adam had seen it in action before and knew all about its little tricks. The lightning dust was bad enough, but Sienna had clearly sunk her claws in the girl by making it some weird whip hybrid. He wasn't sure exactly how the mechanics worked, but it gave her options of close and medium range while the duct enhancement meant it could hit like a truck. Aura or not, that kind of current would still have his muscles tensing up painfully and leave him open for more punishment.

Adam knew what he was up against. Blake tended to favor mobility and unpredictability, but Adam had trained with her enough to get a feel for her style. She'd learned not to be as predictable thanks to him, but in return, he'd learned her little tells. Like a card player seizing on the tiny ticks and motions of their opponent, Adam could usually figure out her plans easily enough. The two of them would probably fight well side by side. Ironically, the same familiarization also made them dangerous enemies.

"Tell you what. I won't draw my sword until both of you have landed a hit. How's that sound?"

It sure sounded good to the crowd. Most of them, at least. He heard a few complaints, mostly from those betting on the fight. They'd smelled an easy win, but he'd just handed a major advantage to the other team. Then again, his confidence should've reinforced just how one-sided this would be.

The offered boon only worried Blake and Ilia more. He didn't just want to beat them - he wanted to embarrass them thoroughly. What could he say? This was meant to be entertainment for him as much as the crowd. It would also serve as good training for him. Unarmed combat against armed opponents. He didn't practice that enough. You never knew when you'd lose your weapon and have to improvise.

Yeah. Training. It definitely wasn't for his own amusement.

Adam readied himself. And by that, he meant he stood as casual as he could, resisting the urge to reach for his sword while faced with two armed combatants. Hesitant combatants. Neither of them looked to be in any rush to get started, whispering to each other without taking their eyes off him. And since he wouldn't draw his weapon until they hit him, it looked like their plan involved avoiding him entirely.

That wouldn't do.

"Sometime today, ladies." A few snickers spread through their audience. Still, neither of them rushed in. "Anytime now. Or I could just get things started."

He'd barely even moved toward his sword when the shot rang out. Blake missed on purpose. No reason to waste her free hit on something like that. Adam cocked an eyebrow, waiting to see if they'd finally move.

They did.

Blake broke off to the right, looking to flank him and split his attention. Her gun barked at him, bullets pinging into the ground near his feet. He let her shepherd him, resisting the urge to step forward and force a hit, just to spite her. Ilia's whip crackled in the air mere inches in front of him, though only because he'd dodged.

Their plan was obvious, though that didn't mean it wouldn't work. Blake was already charging, seizing the momentary distraction to close the distance. Adam weaved away as she tried to slam her blade down on his skull, slapping her hand away before ducking under her kick. Ilia usually stuck to range, favoring her whip form, but they'd apparently decided doubling up on melee would be their best bet.

Dodge. Duck. Dip. Dive. Dodge. Adam danced through the flurry of attacks, never once retaliating other than to slap their hands away. The crowd lapped it up as he kicked back, leaving them to chase him around the ring in a frenzied pursuit.

Good. Get angry. He could see the irritation on their faces as the crowd roared. The game had them all enthralled. Even his supporters were eagerly cheering for the girls now. His continued avoidance delighted them, but not as much as the idea of him finally failing.

Adam kicked at the dirt, sending up a blinding spray. Blake's instinctive flinch cost her, as Adam snagged her wrist and pulled her in front of him. Ilia shouted in surprise, barely adjusting in time to miss his human shield. With a shove, Adam sent the two crashing into one another, toppling them over in a gangly mess.

The crowd cheered as Adam kicked Blake's hand out from under her as she tried to get up, making her belly flop on Ilia. This time, she rolled off, having learned her lesson.

Whatever last bit of patience Blake had left died an ugly death. If melee wasn't working, then she'd have to try something else. Her ribbon came loose, letting her hurl her weapon at him and snap it back. Ilia pressed him from the other side, keeping him pinned between the two.

Or, at least, that was the plan. He spun past a thrust of her electric lance, a single hand shoving her directly into Blake's attack before she could stop it. Ilia rubbed her cheek and charged in once more. Hm. Looked like he'd started getting on her nerves as well.

Adam kept Ilia between him and Blake, forcing her to get in close once more. Honestly, things were easier when they spread out. This close, he barely had time to react as both girls focused all their ire on him. He'd never been in a love triangle before. Not even one where both girls would've loved to stab his smirking face.

One thing was for certain - neither of them really knew how to work together. They kept getting in each other's way. The pair were constantly checking their swings, hesitating lest they do more damage to each other. They still hadn't worked out how to hit him, let alone a path to victory. Looked like he'd have to introduce some new training for them in the future. If they wanted out in the field, then they needed to learn to work as a team. If anything, their numbers had turned into a disadvantage here.

Eventually, possibly through dumb luck on their part, they managed to force him into an untenable situation. Choosing the lesser of two evils, Adam caught Blake's attack on his arm, grinding his teeth against the sharp bite against his aura. Even if Ilia missed, the fact Adam had actually taken a hit might as well have been victory to the crowd.

It was a good hit, but not enough to worry him. A shove of his elbow gave him some breathing room. "That's one," Adam announced, reminding them of his promise. The moment Ilia landed a blow, he'd actually get to fight fair.

Fair wasn't in their vocabulary. If he'd taught them anything, it was to capitalize on every advantage they could. Ilia became far less aggressive, making room for Blake, who attacked with reckless abandon. Her feral grin made their plan obvious enough. He said they both had to get a hit on him. He never said they couldn't get more than one.

He'd underestimated their ruthlessness. Or maybe he'd just pushed them too far. Whatever the case, Blake turned into an absolute hellcat. He'd always been able to handle her fairly well, but that was when they fought on fair terms. Fair-ish. Now, she didn't have to worry about blocking or counters. An unarmed strike didn't hold the same threat as his blade. Even if they were only glancing blows, he felt the sting of her weapon again and again. He did what he could to minimize any damage, but every tiny bit counted.

"Clever girl," Adam panted under his breath. He would've felt proud of her ingenuity if it wasn't aimed at him. Ilia had all but given up, even if her whip still struck out here and there. Never close enough to hit. She used it to shepherd him around, striking well behind him as a warning if he tried to escape Blake's fury. He couldn't completely ignore it, as much as he tried, but even the brief moments of tracking it meant his full attention wasn't on Blake.

He'd have to give them credit. They must've come up with the plan earlier, waiting to spring it until one of them scored a hit. If he'd avoided Blake and let Ilia get a hit, he had a feeling he'd be hounded by bullets while Ilia's electric rapier-whip did all the real damage.

At least he'd chosen the less painful of the two options.

Lightning dust sucked, which meant he'd regret what came next. He wasn't just tracking Ilia's movements by habit. He'd been feeling out her range and speed, waiting for the perfect moment. There! Blake struck like a comet, her weapon clenched in two hands, but she couldn't have expected it to hurl him backwards like it did. It wouldn't have without him kicking off at the same time.

Too late did they realize their mistake. Ilia tried to stop, but he'd timed it too perfectly. Even so, he could see the whip divert away from him just a tiny bit. He reached out, stretching as far as he could manage until he felt the stinging tip hit his palm. Energy surged up his arm for a split second, but Blake and Ilia looked in far more pain.

"My turn."

Make a fool of him, would they? They had to know he'd make them pay for that. His sword launched itself at Blake, fired before he even got up with a single trigger pull. Shocked, she didn't even have time to dodge, taking the hilt directly to her chest. Adam was moving in a flash, catching his weapon before it fell and slamming it against Blake's own blade. The vengeful force made her stumble, leaving her open as he swung upwards, the edge of his sword biting through and spraying dirt at her before sending her sailing.

"Blake!"

Ilia regretted the yell almost instantly. Adam hadn't forgotten about her, but if she wanted attention so badly, then who was he to refuse? She tried to ward off his sprint with her whip, but he'd seen that trick before with Sienna. It hadn't worked then, and it sure wouldn't work now.

Adam forced her back into melee, the two swords sparking as fire and lightning clashed. Ilia had been working on her defense, but it still wasn't enough. He pushed her back step by step, drawing cries of pain as her blocking only lessened the damage. Just to drive home the point, he swung directly at her face. She got her rapier up in time, only to have it locked there against his hardened steel. The flash of light right in front of her eyes practically blinded her as he leaned forward to finish the job.

Until suddenly, he let go.

"Gah!" Ilia fell forward…right into her rescuer. Blake's leaping strike at his back left her to take the full brunt of Ilia's weapon. She fell hard, spasming as energy coursed across her violently. Before Ilia could apologize, Adam snagged her wrist and twisted. Her grip loosened just enough for him to wrench her weapon away, reversing his grip and giving Ilia a taste of her own medicine with a squeeze of the grip.

Silence dominated the ring as both girls lay on the ground, twitching and groaning. Adam knelt down, picking up his weapon from where he'd dropped it. Both blades hung ominously over his defeated foes.

"Yield?"

They nodded their heads frantically.

"Good work, you two." He knew they didn't want to hear it, if they heard it at all. "A cunning plan, but you need to work on your teamwork. Better luck next time."

And there would absolutely be a next time. If they'd thought him cruel before, then Reyno would prove just how easy he'd been going on them. He'd push them to their limits and beyond, making sure they were ready for whatever the world threw at them. He'd failed once, but never again. He'd drag them kicking and screaming up to his level, even if they ended up hating him for it.

As long as they were still alive to do so.

Dodgeball. Jurassic Park. Even a subtle nod to the start of Patch Adams (though I obviously didn't use the actual pogo stick line and went for something tamer). The references never stop!

I honestly hate doing transition chapters. Coming off the high of a major story event and already planning out the upcoming ones, but I can't just jump from cliff to cliff. Gotta explore the valleys a bit, too. Adam is in Reyno with his three amigos and settling in nicely. Or not nicely, from Blake and Ilia's point of view. I also love the idea of the two of them getting absolutely destroyed while Bane is just over in the corner trying to use his aura. You'll get there, big guy.

Next chapter: More time at Reyno!