The communicator crackled with urgency as Gwendolyn's voice rang out, sharp and clear: "Zhong, Tsuyen found the Core. It's at the abandoned church on the east side, rigged to a ley line. We need to mobilize and destroy it before it's too late."
Zhong's heart thudded in his chest, but his focus sharpened. "Copy that," he responded, already turning on his heel, his black armor glinting under the dim light of the overcast sky. The echoes of battle surrounded him—screams, the clash of metal, and the eerie, inhuman shrieks of the putties. But he pushed it all aside, his mind honing in on one goal: reach the church, destroy the Core.
He sprinted through the chaos, his thoughts racing. If Tsuyen and Gwendolyn were already moving toward the Core, that left him to hold the line. He needed to be their anchor, the force to keep the enemy distracted long enough for them to strike the final blow. Every step he took felt heavier, the weight of their mission bearing down on him. They had faced these clay monstrosities before, but never in such overwhelming numbers.
This attack wasn't random; it was calculated. Every encounter they'd had so far felt like moves in a deadly game of chess, where one wrong step could mean the end for their town. The enemy had escalated their tactics, pushing them to their limits. But The Black Ranger wasn't about to let them win.
As he darted through the alleyways, Zhong's mind flashed back to the earlier fight at the farm. The Putties there had been relentless, their attacks more coordinated than usual. There had been a strange, pulsing stone—their first encounter with a Core—embedded in the center of the field. That Core had been summoning reinforcements, just like this one. If they didn't stop it here, the entire town would be overrun.
A plan started to form in his mind. He tapped his communicator. "Tsuyen, do you copy?"
"I'm here," Tsuyen replied, her voice steady but laced with tension.
"Remember the Core we found at the farm? Charge the Spinosaurus Zord's hydro blast with your magic and hit it. We need to cripple their reinforcements for the knights. Make it easier for them to hold the line."
There was a brief pause, then Tsuyen's confident voice came through. "Understood. Charging up now."
Zhong couldn't help but smirk. Tsuyen was reliable, a true asset to their team. He could count on her to handle that side of the battlefield while he focused on the church.
He turned a corner and came face to face with a group of putties. Their soulless eyes locked onto him, and they charged, their limbs flailing like animated clay. Zhong didn't slow down. With a fluid motion, he drew his twin tonfas, their black surfaces gleaming. He struck with precision, shattering the first putty's head before spinning to sweep the legs out from under another. They crumbled into dust, but more replaced them, seemingly endless in number.
His breaths came in controlled bursts, his movements a blur as he tore through the advancing wave. Each strike was calculated, each movement precise. But even as he fought, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was a delaying tactic. The putties were trying to slow him down, to buy time.
But time for what?
Zhong didn't have the luxury of pondering it. He leapt over a fallen cart, his boots skidding on the wet cobblestones as he raced towards the church. The abandoned structure loomed ahead, its dark silhouette standing tall against the smoky sky. He could see Gwendolyn in the distance, a flash of red armor disappearing into the church.
She was faster than he expected. Good. They needed every second.
"Tsuyen, status update?" he called into the communicator as he ran.
"The Spinosaurus is charging. I'll need a few more seconds," Tsuyen replied, the roar of her Zord faint in the background.
"Make it quick," Zhong urged, his eyes narrowing as he spotted another group of putties ahead. They were swarming toward the church, trying to block the entrance.
He charged forward, unleashing a burst of energy from his tonfas that sent the first line of enemies flying. The air crackled around him, the energy dissipating as he followed up with a rapid flurry of strikes. The putties fell, disintegrating into dust, but there were always more.
Finally, the communicator crackled again, Tsuyen's voice triumphant. "Firing now!"
Zhong paused just long enough to glance toward the town center, where a brilliant flash of blue energy lit up the sky. The Spinosaurus Zord's hydro cannon, supercharged with Tsuyen's magic, blasted through the Core at the farm. The ground trembled with the force of the explosion, and the putties that had been reinforcing the knights faltered, crumbling into heaps of inert clay.
"Good work," Zhong muttered, allowing himself a brief moment of satisfaction. But there was no time to celebrate. They still had one more Core to deal with, and this one was powering the main attack.
With renewed urgency, he turned his focus back to the church. "Gwen, I'm almost at the church. Hold them off until I get there."
"Roger that," came Gwendolyn's breathless reply. "Just hurry. This place is crawling with traps."
Zhong pushed himself harder, his legs burning as he closed the distance. The abandoned church stood like a silent sentinel, its stained glass windows shattered, the once grand structure reduced to a ruin. But it was here, hidden beneath this decaying building, that the enemy's power source lay.
He skidded to a stop at the church's entrance, taking in the scene. Gwendolyn was holding her own against a wave of putties, her sword flashing as she cut through them with ruthless efficiency. Her movements were fluid, almost like a dance, as she blocked and countered, her red armor splattered with dust and clay.
"About time you showed up!" Gwendolyn shouted, a grin flashing behind her helmet.
"Had to clear a path," Zhong shot back, his tone light despite the gravity of the situation. He moved to her side, tonfas ready, and together they pushed forward into the depths of the church.
"Tsuyen," Zhong called out, "we're at the entrance. Prepare to hit the Core with everything you've got once we clear the way."
"Understood," Tsuyen's voice came through, steady as ever.
As they descended into the shadowed corridors of the church, the air grew thick with the dark energy emanating from the Core. The walls seemed to pulse with an unnatural glow, casting eerie shadows that danced with each flicker of their armor lights.
Zhong's jaw set with grim determination. They were so close. One final push, and this would be over.
"Let's finish this," he said, glancing at Gwendolyn, who nodded in agreement.
--
Zhong and Gwendolyn pressed deeper into the abandoned church, the air growing colder and the oppressive energy of the ley line growing stronger with each step. The deeper they went, the more Zhong's instincts screamed at him to be cautious. It was too quiet. The Putties had pulled back, leaving only the echoes of their earlier skirmish in the crumbling corridors.
"There's no way this place isn't guarded," The Red Ranger murmured, her voice low as they moved through the dimly lit hallway. The stained glass windows, once vibrant with color, were now shattered, casting broken beams of light across the dusty floors.
Zhong nodded. "Agreed. If they've set up a Core here, they'd want it protected. I'm betting on some kind of barrier. And if it's drawing power from a ley line, then there's definitely a caster involved."
"Maybe a member of the Crimson Scale?" Gwendolyn suggested. "They're known for using dark magic to amplify ley lines."
"Or the Lazuli Company," Zhong added, his brow furrowed. "They've been getting bolder lately, experimenting with forbidden spells. Either way, we need to be ready for anything."
They approached a set of heavy double doors that seemed to pulse with a faint, crimson glow. Zhong paused, tapping his tonfas against his armored thigh in thought. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret when he glanced at his weapons. His warhammer, the one gwen had forged; wielded through countless battles, had been shattered in their last fight with the Putties a few hours ago. Now, he was armed with twin tonfas—efficient, yes, but they lacked the weight and impact he was used to.
Gwendolyn seemed to notice his brief moment of melancholy. "You miss your warhammer, don't you?"
Zhong gave a wry smile beneath his helmet. "Yeah, a bit. The tonfas are fine, just... not the same, you know?"
She nodded, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat. '' I'll forge you a new one once this is over. But for now, let's focus on getting rid of that Core."
"Right," Zhong agreed, steeling himself as he approached the glowing doors. "We'll need to create a breach, something small enough to sneak through without alerting whoever's inside. Then we'll signal Tsuyen to blast the Core using Gwendolyn's Zord's cannon, charged with her magic."
Gwendolyn nodded. "I'll handle the breach. You cover me."
She placed her sword against the center of the door, whispering a quick incantation. A thin crack of light formed around the edges, the magic weaving through the old wood and stone. With a swift kick, she pushed the doors open just enough for them to slip through.
The room beyond was vast, with high ceilings supported by crumbling stone columns. At its center was the Core, a pulsating mass of dark energy embedded in the floor. It was anchored by thick, twisted vines that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the ley line. But it wasn't the Core that caught Zhong's attention—it was the figures standing around it.
Two men were deep in conversation. One wore the dark crimson robes of the Crimson Scale, his face hidden beneath a heavy hood. The other was unmistakably Lord Alistair of Greymoot, his ornate armor glinting in the eerie light. Zhong's jaw clenched. The rumors of Greymoot's corruption were true.
"...draw more power from the ley line," the robed man was saying. "The townsfolk will be none the wiser, and with the Core active, the reinforcements will keep coming."
Lord Alistair nodded, his voice cold and commanding. "Make it quick. The execution earlier caused too much attention. We can't have them suspecting anything."
Zhong's eyes widened at the mention of the execution. He turned to Gwendolyn, who was already tense, her hands tightening around her sword's hilt. He knew that look; she recognized something in their words.
"Gwen," Zhong whispered, "what is it?"
"That man they're talking about," Gwendolyn said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The one they executed earlier... I think they're talking about Old Man Wyl."
Zhong's heart sank. He had heard about the old storyteller's execution earlier in the day but hadn't thought it was connected to the attack. It all started to make sense now—the strange urgency of the attack, the way the Putties seemed to be targeting specific areas. This was more than just a random strike; it was a coordinated effort to cover up whatever dark deal Lord Alistair had made with the cult.
They needed to stop this, and fast.
"Okay," Zhong said, his voice low and urgent. "We need to take them by surprise. If we destroy that Core, we'll disrupt whatever they're doing with the ley line."
Gwendolyn nodded, her eyes hard with determination. "I'll signal Tsuyen. You distract them."
Zhong didn't need any more prompting. He tightened his grip on his tonfas, slipping into the shadows as Gwendolyn activated her communicator. The faint hum of magic filled the air as she whispered instructions to Tsuyen, their plan now fully in motion.
He could hear Tsuyen's voice through the communicator: "Understood, charging the T-Rex Zord's cannon now. Give me the signal when you're ready."
Zhong took a deep breath, steeling himself for the fight ahead. He was about to leap into the fray when something shifted in the room. The air grew heavy, charged with magic, as the Crimson Scale sorcerer raised his hands, chanting in an ancient language. A shimmering barrier sprang up around the Core, its surface crackling with energy.
"Looks like they anticipated company," Zhong muttered. He glanced back at The Red Ranger, who gave him a tight nod.
"No turning back now," she whispered. "I'll handle the caster. You keep Lord Alistair busy."
"Roger that." With a final nod, The Black Ranger surged forward, tonfas blazing with dark energy as he launched himself into the fray. The element of surprise was theirs, but they needed to act quickly before the barrier solidified.
As he clashed with Lord Alistair, the clang of metal rang through the ruined church, a battle for their town's very soul beginning.
--
Zhong swung his tonfas, clashing against Lord Alistair's ornate blade. The impact sent a jolt up his arms, but he held his ground, pushing the corrupt lord back with a forceful shove. "Why, Alistair?" he demanded, his voice sharp and tinged with disbelief. "Selling out your own town for a cult? I could almost understand if it were the Rose Company or the Lazuli Company, but the Crimson Scale? They're known for blood magic! Are you really that desperate?"
Alistair sneered, parrying Zhong's next strike with a flourish. "You're too naive, Black Ranger," he spat, eyes glinting with a mix of arrogance and madness. "Greymoot was nothing but a dull speck on the map, a backwater town going nowhere. The Crimson Scale offered me something the other factions couldn't—power beyond imagination."
"Power?" Zhong retorted, dodging a vicious slash aimed at his chest. "They've been terrorizing the region for months, pillaging villages and leaving chaos in their wake! You're throwing away your own people for this madness?"
"Sacrifices must be made," Alistair hissed, driving his sword forward. "I tried gaining more territory, more influence, but it was never enough. The nobility shunned me, the merchants undercut me... I had to find another way."
Zhong blocked the thrust with his tonfas, the metal scraping against Alistair's blade. Now it made sense—Greymoot had always been a modest town, nothing spectacular, but Alistair's greed had driven him to desperate measures. This wasn't about survival or protection; it was about ambition, a grasp for power he couldn't achieve through normal means.
While Zhong was locked in combat with Alistair, the Red Ranger—Gwendolyn—was a whirlwind of motion on the other side of the room. She clashed with the Crimson Scale cultist, her sword flashing in the dim light. Each strike was precise, calculated, as if she were dancing rather than fighting. She was pushing them back, taking down their defenses one by one, and Zhong couldn't help but admire her skill, even as he focused on his own battle.
The cultist tried to cast a spell, dark energy swirling around their fingers, but Gwendolyn was quicker. She darted forward, slashing through the air and disrupting the incantation with a swift kick to the chest. The cultist stumbled, their spell fizzling out into nothingness as Gwendolyn pressed her advantage. The floor beneath them was littered with the remnants of her victories—cultists unconscious or bound in magical restraints.
Zhong could see her glance toward the Core, the pulsating energy growing more erratic as the ley line magic intensified. She was giving it her all, but the presence of the caster meant they wouldn't be able to destroy the Core so easily.
"Red!" Zhong called out, narrowly dodging a wide swing from Alistair. "Even if the blast works, we're still going to have a Putty problem. But at least we'll cut off their summoning supply."
"Understood, Black," Gwendolyn replied, her voice tight with focus. "Just buy me some time."
Zhong gritted his teeth and launched into another flurry of strikes, determined to keep Alistair off-balance. The lord was skilled, no doubt, but Zhong had years of training, and his rage fueled every hit. His tonfas smashed against Alistair's armor, creating dents and forcing him back.
With a quick side-glance, Zhong noted the position of the Core. They had to time this perfectly. Tsuyen was ready with the Zord's charged blast, and once Gwendolyn gave the signal, there would be no turning back.
"Tsuyen," Zhong whispered into his communicator, "be ready. We're going in for the breach."
A crackle of static was followed by Tsuyen's steady voice. "I've got the blast charged and ready, Black. Just say the word."
Zhong nodded to himself. "Wait for Red's signal."
He turned his full attention back to Alistair, who was growing more desperate with each passing second. The lord's strikes were becoming more erratic, less controlled, and Zhong took full advantage of that. A well-placed strike to the side of Alistair's knee sent him sprawling.
"Your ambition has cost you everything, Alistair," Zhong growled, raising his tonfas for the finishing blow. But before he could bring them down, a surge of dark magic exploded from the ground, knocking him back.
Alistair staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth but eyes wild with fury. "You think this is over, Black Ranger? The Crimson Scale promised me more power than you can imagine! I'll be reborn in their image!"
But Zhong wasn't interested in his ravings. He glanced over to Gwendolyn, who had finished her fight with the cultist. She gave a sharp nod—time to end this.
"Now, Tsuyen!" Gwendolyn shouted into her communicator.
From outside, the roar of the T-Rex Zord filled the air, followed by a blinding beam of crimson energy. It tore through the church wall, crashing into the Core with devastating force. The entire building shook, chunks of stone and wood raining down as the Core's dark energy imploded, the ley line severed in a flash of light.
The remaining cultists screamed as the backlash of the explosion sent them flying. The barrier around the Core shattered, and the pulsating energy flickered out like a dying flame. Zhong shielded his eyes from the light, feeling the oppressive weight in the air lift as the Core's influence vanished.
But there was no time to celebrate. The Putties, though no longer able to be summoned, still swarmed the area. Zhong and Gwendolyn exchanged a quick look of understanding.
"We've cut off their power source, but we're not out of this yet," Zhong said, catching his breath. "We need to clear the area and get back to Tsuyen."
Gwendolyn gave a fierce grin, raising her sword. "Then let's finish this, Black. Together."
--
The Putties were still swarming, though their movements had become sluggish and disorganized without the Core's energy fueling them.
Amidst the chaos, Lord Alistair tried to make a desperate run for it, stumbling over fallen stones and shattered pews. Zhong's eyes narrowed—he wasn't about to let this traitor escape.
With a burst of speed, Zhong sprinted forward, tonfas at the ready. He weaved through the melee, dodging a Putty's clumsy swipe and driving an elbow into its chest, sending it crumbling into a pile of clay. He closed the gap between himself and Alistair, whose eyes widened in panic as he realized his escape route was cut off.
"You're not going anywhere, Alistair!" Zhong shouted, swinging his tonfa low and sweeping the lord's legs out from under him. The impact was solid, and Alistair crashed to the ground with a pained grunt, his sword clattering away.
Without missing a beat, Zhong dropped to one knee and twisted Alistair's arm behind his back, forcing him to stay down. "You sold out your own town to a blood cult," Zhong growled into his ear. "You're going to answer for every life lost today."
The lord struggled, but Zhong's grip was like iron. He hoisted Alistair up, throwing the corrupt noble over his shoulder. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but Zhong didn't care. He wasn't about to let this man slip away into the shadows to plot another betrayal.
"Red, I've got the lord," Zhong called into his communicator as he adjusted his grip. "We need to regroup. How's it looking on your end?"
Gwendolyn's voice crackled in response, barely audible over the sounds of combat. "I've cleared out the cultists. Tsuyen's handling the Zord support outside. But we still have a lot of Putties to deal with."
"Copy that. I'll bring our guest here to Tsuyen," Zhong replied. He turned toward the gaping hole in the church wall that the Zord's blast had left, weaving his way back through the debris. His muscles strained under the weight of the lord, but he pushed through, determined to reach the exit.
Putties lunged at him from the shadows, trying to block his path, but Zhong's movements were fluid, efficient. With one arm holding Alistair secure, he used his free hand to swing his tonfa, knocking Putties aside with precise, brutal strikes. They crumbled into clay fragments, unable to match his strength.
As he burst through the shattered remnants of the church's entrance, the fresh air hit him like a relief. Tsuyen was waiting near the church's ruins, her staff glowing with a faint aura, transforming back into a boomerang, as she had directed the Zord's attacks. The T-Rex Zord let out a mechanical roar, stomping down on clusters of Putties that tried to surround it.
"Nice timing, Black," Tsuyen said with a grin, noticing the unconscious lord draped over Zhong's shoulder. "Looks like you brought us a present."
Zhong gave a curt nod, carefully lowering Alistair to the ground. "Thought you might want a chat with the mastermind behind all this."
Tsuyen's eyes glinted with a mix of curiosity and disdain as she looked down at the disgraced noble. "Oh, I've got a few questions for him, alright. But let's clear the rest of these Putties first."
"Agreed." Zhong tightened his grip on his tonfas, ready to dive back into the fray. "Red, Tsuyen and I are clear on this side. Focus on the stragglers inside. We'll hold the perimeter."
"Roger that, Black," Gwendolyn responded. "Let's finish this."
As they fell into sync, Zhong couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. They'd managed to destroy the Core and capture the traitorous lord. Now, it was just a matter of cleaning up the last remnants of the Crimson Scale's forces. Just a little longer...
--
The sound of heavy breathing echoed inside The black ranger helmet as he stood over the unconscious form of Lord Alistair. His hands itched to throw another punch, but he knew it wouldn't change anything. Gwendolyn had given the order to secure the area, and that meant no personal vendettas, no matter how tempting.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. The fight wasn't over yet.
"Black Ranger, report," came Gwendolyn's voice through the comms, clear and authoritative. Even after everything, she never lost her composure.
Zhong straightened, giving a quick nod despite knowing she couldn't see him. " I'm heading to the eastern sector to neutralize any remaining Putties."
"Good," Gwendolyn replied, her tone clipped. "Tsuyen, assist him. I'll take care of the cultists still lingering near the church."
Tsuyen's voice crackled through. "On my way."
Zhong turned on his heel, sprinting down the debris-strewn alley, the faint hum of his Power Tonfas thrumming in his grip. The Core was destroyed, but that didn't mean the fight was over. He rounded a corner, nearly colliding with a group of Putties trying to break into one of the makeshift shelters.
"Hey!" he shouted, spinning his tonfas in a swift arc. The first Putty crumbled into dust as he struck its core, and the rest turned their hollow eyes toward him.
"Zhong, we don't have time to waste on them," Tsuyen reminded him over the comms. "We need to clear the area and regroup."
"Working on it!" he snapped back, ducking under a wild swing. One, two, three—each hit was precise, shattering the creatures into dust. He couldn't afford to be sloppy, not when there were still people to protect.
--
With the Putties cleared, Zhong sprinted towards the hospital. His Stegosaurus Zord was already stationed there, its massive form guarding the entrance like an ancient sentinel. Knights and civilians alike huddled behind it, eyes wide with fear.
"Black knight!" one of the knights called out, relief flooding his voice. "More of those creatures tried to breach the building, but your beast held them off."
Zhong nodded, glancing around to assess the damage. "Good work. Stay vigilant. We're not out of this yet."
Tsuyen's voice crackled in again. "Gwendolyn's T-Rex Zord is on patrol near the southern edge. I'm sending my spinosaurus to sweep the northern perimeter."
"Copy that," Zhong replied. He turned to the knights. "Reinforce the barricades. We need to protect the injured."
As the knights scrambled to fortify the hospital's defenses, Zhong noticed a young boy being carried out of the building. Blood soaked his bandaged arm. Without a second thought, he rushed over to help.
"We need a healer here!" Zhong called out, his voice stern but calm.
"I got this," Tsuyen's voice came through, and within moments, she was at his side. She laid her hands over the boy, her magic seeping through her palms in a soft golden glow. The boy's ragged breathing steadied, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Thank you," the boy's mother whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't thank me yet," Tsuyen replied, her voice softer than usual. "We've still got work to do."'
--
Zhong was about to head out again when he noticed a familiar figure stumbling through the chaos—a young boy in a dark green coat. The runt that played hero. But before he could call out to him, Gwendolyn's voice came through, harsh and cold.
"Hey you!" she shouted, her sword already drawn and at his throat. "Identify yourself"
Zhong's heart lurched. It was only a moment of hesitation, but that was enough for him to leap forward. "Red Ranger, wait!" he called out, but Gwendolyn's eyes were already blazing with suspicion.
"He could be a shapeshifted Putty!" she argued, not lowering her weapon.
Zhong made a quick decision. With a swift strike from the back of his tonfa, he knocked the kid out cold. The boy crumpled to the ground, unconscious but unharmed.
"Better safe than sorry," Zhong muttered, trying to ignore the guilt gnawing at his chest. "We can sort it out later."
Gwendolyn shot him a look that he couldn't quite read behind her helmet, but she lowered her sword. "Fine. Tsuyen, get a barrier up around him. We'll deal with this once the town is secure."
--
"Rangers, the eastern sector is clear," Tsuyen reported. "But I found something... odd in the church's basement. Looks like some kind of ritual setup."
Zhong's grip tightened on his tonfas. "Another Core?"
"Not exactly," Tsuyen replied. "More like... a focus point. I think it was amplifying the ley line's energy."
Gwendolyn's voice cut in. "Then we need to destroy it before they can use it again. Tsuyen, can you disrupt it?"
"On it," she replied. "I'll use the T-Rex Zord's blast with a magic charge to sever the connection. But we'll need to cover the area. The backlash could draw in more Putties."
Zhong glanced at the unconscious lord. "And what about him?"
"Leave him to me," Gwendolyn said. "I'll handle the interrogation."
As Tsuyen moved to handle the ley line focus, Zhong followed Gwendolyn into a nearby building, carrying Lord Alistair's limp form. The man groaned, stirring as Zhong dumped him unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor.
Gwendolyn leaned in, her sword tip resting lightly on Alistair's chest. "Talk. Now. Who else is involved?"
The man sneered, but Gwendolyn's patience was wearing thin. A swift kick to his ribs silenced any defiance. "We know you were working with the Crimson Scale," she hissed. "Tell us where the other cores are hidden."
Alistair laughed, a bitter, broken sound. "You think you've won? You're only delaying the inevitable."
But Zhong wasn't in the mood for games. He raised his tonfa, ready to strike, but Gwendolyn shook her head.
"Enough," she said. "We'll get what we need later. For now, secure him. Tsuyen, how's it looking?"
"The blast worked," Tsuyen reported. "The ley line is neutralized, but I'm getting readings of residual magic. There might be more of these setups across the region."
"Then we have our next mission," Gwendolyn decided. "Rangers, regroup at the town square. We're moving out."
--
With the town slowly returning to a semblance of order, Zhong felt the tension in his shoulders ease—if only slightly. But he knew this was only the beginning. The Crimson Scale had been operating in the shadows for months. This attack was just one part of their plan.
As they regrouped, Gwendolyn turned to the team, her voice steady despite the exhaustion visible in her stance. "We've managed to save Greymoot, but we need to stay vigilant. Tsuyen, analyze the magic residue. Zhong, coordinate with the knights to secure the town. I'll take Nicholas to a safe location until we're sure he's not a threat."
The Rangers nodded, each ready to face whatever came next.
For now, they had won.
''Wait wasn't that kid, you pulled a blade over, you're brother?''
''Wait wha-"
End of Chapter 3