Author's Note:
Hello everyone! Here is the next chapter for Earth's Mightiest Huntsmen. But first, let's answer a few reviews!
superjoeyf721: I don't really count that version of the Collector since that's not the main MCU timeline. But yes, that is supposed to be a character highly based off of the Ringmaster from the Death Battle franchise!
Blackmetalzane22: It was definitely a tough decision, but I decided to use "Welcome to the Jungle" simply for more action factor. But "Crazy Train" is still a great song, and I might use it later. I already know that I'm also going to use "Kickstart my Heart" later (I already know when).
SuperSaiyanFever: I have a plan for when Hulk shows up, and when he does, things will be smashed.
Guest: You'll actually get to find out some of the characters Pyrrha's going to work with this chapter! It's certainly an odd group.
Thank you all for your continued support. Now, let's get back to the story.
Sakaar—September 22nd (Earth Time)
"Wake up." Pyrrha startled awake as a bucket of ice cold water splashed in her face. She sputtered, quickly coming to her senses.
"Wha—" Her questioning protest was cut off by a gentle blow to her back.
"On your feet, girl." The rough voice grabbed Pyrrha and forced her to her feet. She stumbled forward, quickly realizing that her hands were handcuffed.
"What's going on?" she asked, turning around. The moment she laid eyes on the person behind her, her blood ran cold, for this man wasn't human. It was a scaly green humanoid with red eyes. He wore armor and carried with him a rifle.
"Orientation, fresh meat!" the thing laughed, shoving her forward. She stumbled back several paces, nearly tripping before recovering.
"Who are you?" Pyrrha asked. "What is this place?"
"Your new home for the rest of your life," the thing said with another laugh. "Which probably won't be for very long. Now move!" He shoved her again, forcing her down a small, narrow passageway.
"Okay, calm down," she thought. "Think. You were on Remnant fighting Ultron with the others. Ruby smashed that gem, and…I wound up here."
One thing was sure—this wasn't Remnant. And she was in great danger here.
Quietly, she called upon her Semblance, beginning to bend the metal chains around her wrists. Once she was free, she would overpower the guard and find a way out of there. With any luck, she would find her friends as well.
Suddenly, an enormous shock arched through her body. Pyrrha let out a cry of pain, instantly breaking off her attempts to free herself and sinking to her knees.
"Nice try, girl," the guard told her. "But you aren't going anywhere. Not with that control disk on you."
Pyrrha looked down and saw a small disk attached to her chest. She tried to reach up to pry it off, but all she got was another shock from it.
"Oh, quit your foolish efforts," the guard snapped. "And get moving! You don't want to be late for your opening bout!"
Pyrrha slowly crawled back to her feet. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What opening bout?"
The guard flashed a toothy grin. "You'll see." He shoved her forward again, forcing her down the passage.
When they reached the end, two more guards—both of them just like the thing that was behind Pyrrha—opened a pair of double doors, revealing a small room lined with bars. On the far side of the room was a rack filled multiple different weapons and shields. Notably, there were no firearms, and there was no sign that any of the other weapons could turn into them as well.
Huddled around the room were about a dozen other people, all of them looking scared, clutching various weapons and shields. There were also several more guards standing against the wall, keeping a close eye on everything.
"Get in there," the guard ordered, pulling a remote out and pressing it. The chains on Pyrrha's wrists instantly unlocked and dropped to the floor. "Get yourself armed. Your bout starts soon." Before Pyrrha could ask any more questions, the guard stepped back out and the doors closed.
Pyrrha looked around the room, quickly weighing her options. From the looks of things, it was clear that, whatever this place was, she was meant to fight. To what extent and against whom wasn't clear yet, but she had a feeling that she was going to find out.
Escape, for the moment, clearly wasn't an option. Whatever the disk was on her chest, it was clearly set to incapacitate her if she tried anything her captors didn't like. The only choice she had was to go along with things until she found a way out. With any luck, she would find Jaune and the others and, together, they would come up with a better plan.
She walked to the wall of weapons and examined each one. None of them would be like her own weapons, Miló and Akoúo̱, but they would have to do. She wasn't sure what kind of opponent she would be fighting, but she wasn't about to go in unarmed.
She found a javelin and picked it up, testing its weight. Finding it satisfactory, she moved on and picked up a circular shield. She slipped the shield over her arm and moved on, walking over to join the others. "Well, might as well see if I can get some answers."
"Excuse me," she asked politely. "But could you tell me what's going on?"
But they all backed away from her in fear. All of them looked tired and scared. Pyrrha guessed that there wasn't a single warrior among them. "So why make them fight?" Pyrrha thought.
There was a distant roar of a crowd. Pyrrha glanced towards the noise. "An arena," she concluded. "That figures. If you're going to make someone fight, you're going to do it in front of a crowd."
"New fighters approach the arena entrance!" one of the guards shouted. The others guards approached the group, forcing them towards the door. One of the group, a young blue skinned man, stumbled to his knees, whimpering in fear.
"Here," Pyrrha said, helping him to his feet. "Everything's going to be okay."
"No, it's not," the man whispered. "We're all dead."
Pyrrha was about to respond when the two guards at the doors stood aside. A second later, they began to rise up into the ceiling. "Get in there, fresh meat," one of the guards ordered. Having no other choice, Pyrrha and the others filed in.
The instant she entered, Pyrrha was met with blinding sunlight and a roar of a crowd. She shielded her eyes, taking in the scene. She was standing in a dusty, open-air arena surrounded by stands filled with beings of all shapes and sizes. Very few, if any, of them looked completely human.
"And there they are, ladies and gentlemen!" a booming voice called out. Pyrrha looked up to see a man in a red suit standing on a tall podium that stretched up from the center of the arena. "This week's fresh crop of potential gladiators that will be joining our all-star roster! But in order to make that far, they must survive today's fight!"
The ground began to rumble, throwing a few of the other gladiators off balance. Metal walls were beginning to rise up from the ground, creating small pieces of cover dotted around the arena.
"And today, these fearsome fighters will be facing some of the deadliest creatures in the galaxy!" the man in the red suit, clearly the Ringmaster, went on. "The ferocious, bloodthirsty…vrellnexians!"
"What are vrellnexians?" Pyrrha asked the man next to her.
"Our doom," he whispered.
Before Pyrrha could question him further, a loud, rattling screech echoed from the other side of the arena. "Uh oh!" the Ringmaster exclaimed. "Sounds like the vrellnexians don't want to wait any longer! So let's start the carnage! Release the vrellnexians!"
The door on the far side slowly rose up. The men around Pyrrha whimpered in fear. She, however, got into a fighting stance, holding her shield in front of her and pulling her javelin arm back, ready to throw.
When the door fully opened, there was quiet for a few moments. Then, another low, rattling screech came from the tunnel, followed by a rush of movement. Then, several grotesque creatures leaped from the tunnel, running straight at the group on four legs
The people behind Pyrrha scattered, completely terrified. Pyrrha held her ground, feeling her old training skills coming back to her. "Focus. You're back on Remnant, and these are just like the Grimm."
While many of the vrellnexians chased after the others, one bounded towards Pyrrha, letting out another rattling screech. She readied herself, tensing her muscles and slowing her breathing. When the creature leaped at her, she moved, sliding under the leap and ramming her javelin through its torso. The creature screeched as blue blood spattered from the wound, splashing Pyrrha's face.
She pulled the javelin free from the vrellnexian and rolled out of the way before the body could fall. Screams were now emanating from the others; as Pyrrha got to her feet, she saw that the other vrellnexians were attacking them. A few were already lying dead or dying on the ground, large gaping wounds torn through their torsos. One had even been decapitated.
Pyrrha targeted the closest vrellnexian and threw the javelin with pinpoint accuracy. The weapon hit the monster directly in what she hoped was the neck. It let out a screech, falling down dead.
The blue man he had been stalking let out a cry of relief. "Thank you!" he called. "Thank—"
"Look out!" Pyrrha yelled. But she was too late; another vrellnexian had bitten through his skull, killing him instantly.
Pyrrha winced at the brutality of this kill while the crowd roared. "Ooo, the vrellnexians look hungry today!" the Ringmaster crowed. "They're tearing this crop of potential gladiators to shreds!"
There were only three other people left in the arena besides Pyrrha. One was still trying to fight off the vrellnexians. The other two were fruitlessly banging on the arena door they had been forced through, desperately trying to convince the guards to let them back in. She took a step towards them, but quickly realized that there was nothing she could do to save them.
Pyrrha knew that it wouldn't be long before she was going to get swarmed by these creatures. Unless she had a better position, she wasn't going to last long. Her eyes quickly darted around the arena, finding a good position against one of the barriers that had risen up at the start of the match. She made a run for it, briefly reaching out with her Semblance to recall her javelin to her.
By the time she made it there, the last of the other fighters in her group had fallen. She was now by herself against eight more vrellnexians, all of whom were now turning around to face her.
"And we're down to the last one standing!" the Ringmaster announced. "Let's see how long she lasts!"
The vrellnexians surged forward, their rattling screeches barely heard over the crowd chanting, "KILL! KILL! KILL!"
Pyrrha readied herself, standing her ground as the monsters approached. At the last second, she took a flying leap over them, throwing her javelin down onto one of the vrellnexians and flinging her shield at one of the others, throwing it with such force that it sliced it in half.
She landed on the ground, sliding several feet away. She then lifted her hands and recalled her weapons back to her. As she did, the vrellnexian in the back swung its tail into her, sending her sprawling.
She jumped back to her feet and jabbed her javelin at the vrellnexian that had leaping at her, impaling it through its skull. The crowd roared in excitement as the monster fell to the ground, dead, and the remaining five vrellnexians began circling Pyrrha, snarling and screeching.
Pyrrha resumed her fighting stance, constantly spinning around to try to track each and every creature. Whatever these creatures were, they were smart, much like the Grimm. They were working as a pack, and one of them was certainly going to try attacking her from behind sooner or later. Sure enough, as she turned her back to one, it let out a rattling screech and lunged at her back.
Quickly, she spun around, blocking the attack with her shield before ramming the javelin through its belly. While she was busy, another one crawled towards her, taking a swipe at her back. Luckily, her Aura took the brunt of the damage, letting her turn around and slam the shield into the vrellnexian's maw. Its screech of pain was cut off when the huntress stabbed it in the throat.
The remaining three vrellnexians galloped forward, their screeches ringing in Pyrrha's ears. She planted her feet and readied herself. When they leaped, she got down on one knee and braced herself, raising her shield so that all three of them slammed against it. With a grunt, she pushed forward, forcing the three monsters back. She then ran forward, stabbing her javelin through two of them at once.
As they both fell to the ground, Pyrrha turned her attention to the last vrellnexian, already back on its feet and running at her. With one final throw, she flung her javelin with enough force to blow a hole right through the creature and lodge it in the far wall.
The crowd leapt to their feet, roaring with delight. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new gladiator!" the Ringmaster crowed. "Let's see how long she lasts in our main events!"
Two strong arms grabbed Pyrrha and began pulling her back towards the doors. She began to struggle, only for the disk on her chest to pulse again, stopping her struggles instantly.
"But for now, let's get on with the show!" the Ringmaster continued as Pyrrha was dragged away from the arena. "We've got a great day of epic, brutal battles, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!"
The guards shoved Pyrrha into an elevator and squeezed in with her. Once they were in, the doors slid shut and the elevator began to travel up.
"Where are you taking me?" Pyrrha asked. Neither guard gave her an answer. Not that she really expected them to. They didn't seem like the type that would give her any answers.
The elevator soon opened, and Pyrrha found herself in what was some sort of viewing room. The walls were lined with various weapons and trophies, and there was a window at the far end that apparently overlooked the arena. Standing in front of the window was a blue skinned man with white hair and a yellow outfit. In his hand was a wine glass.
"That was quite an impressive display," the man remarked as Pyrrha approached him. "You are quite remarkable. I must say I have never seen a creature such as yourself."
Pyrrha wasn't sure how to respond. Eventually, she asked him, "Who exactly are you?"
The man slowly turned around. "I am called the Grandmaster," he introduced himself. "And I am the one that runs these games."
"So, you're the one responsible for kidnapping people and forcing them to fight against monsters in your arena."
"Kidnapping people?" The Grandmaster chuckled slightly. "I prefer to think of it as enlisting people to keep my audience entertained."
"I don't think those people in the arena with me would've seen it that way," Pyrrha challenged.
"As participants in the games, it did not matter what they thought," the Grandmaster told her. "They either win and earn the right to continue on with the games, or die. Such a choice was also made by you today."
Pyrrha crossed her arms. "I'm not here to fight for your entertainment."
"My control disk on your chest says otherwise." The Grandmaster took a sip from his wine. "We found you unconscious near the arena. Because you didn't have any sort of pass to get in, that makes you mine. Fortunately for you, you seem to be able to hold your own in a fight. But I don't believe I have encountered your kind before. You're not from Earth, nor any other human world I have encountered in my lifetime. So…what exactly are you?"
Pyrrha thought about not telling him anything, but decided that would get her nowhere. The most important thing she could do now is try to gather information about this place, this world that she was on. With this information, she would hopefully find a way to escape and locate Jaune and the others.
"My name is Pyrrha Nikos," she answered him. "I'm from a world called Remnant."
"Interesting," the Grandmaster responded. "I don't think I've ever heard of this 'Remnant.' I assume that you are some sort of warrior in training?"
"I'm a huntress in training," Pyrrha answered. "I'm training to fight the Grimm to protect Remnant."
"Fascinating," the Grandmaster repeated, setting his wine glass down. "And how, exactly, did you end up on Sakaar?"
"I'm…not exactly sure," Pyrrha admitted. "Remnant was…being invaded by a machine known as Ultron. My friends and I were fighting him. One of them…broke some sort of gem that he had. And then…I woke up here."
"Ah," the Grandmaster answered. "So that is where the machine went."
"You know of Ultron?" Pyrrha asked.
"I do," he answered. "I know of him, and of the world he came from. You are quite lucky to have survived a fight with him, though I wouldn't be surprised if your friends fell in battle against him."
"Don't be so sure," Pyrrha told him. "My friends are about as strong as I am. They don't go down easily."
"Really?" The Grandmaster's eyes seemed to light up slightly. "Just as strong as you, you say?"
Pyrrha came to a sudden realization based on his words. "You…haven't seen them here, have you?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not. Which is quite a shame. If they are just as strong as you, they would serve the arena well."
Pyrrha didn't like the sound of that. But she was both relieved and worried about this new information. "No one else is here. That's good. They're not going to be forced to fight for this man's entertainment. But…if they're not here, then where are they? Where did they go? Are they somewhere else on this world, hiding? Or are they still on Remnant? Or worse, the world that Ultron came from?"
"I have one final question for you, Miss Nikos," the Grandmaster eventually said. He crossed the room and took two items off the wall. "Are these yours?"
Pyrrha's eyes widened when she saw Miló and Akoúo̱ in his hands. "Those are my weapons," she confirmed.
"I thought so. They were found on you when my people found you." The Grandmaster walked over and handed them over to her. "I trust you know what to do with them."
Pyrrha hesitated, then took them from him. She briefly debated stabbing the man right then and there, but a part of her quietly realized that this wouldn't do her any good. If he was giving her weapons while he himself appeared unarmed, then he knew something she didn't. Something that would probably prevent her from hurting him. Most likely this was due to the control disk on her body.
"You put on quite the show today, Miss Nikos, and you've answered my questions truthfully," the Grandmaster told her. "As such, you have been rewarded with your weapons. But make no mistake—you are mine for as long as I so choose. Cross me, defy me in any way…and you will suffer the consequences."
Pyrrha narrowed her green eyes at him, clenching Miló and Akoúo̱ tighter. But she made no move to attack.
"I will be keeping an eye on you in the days to follow," the Grandmaster went on, turning away from her and moving back towards the window to watch the games continue. "I hope you do not disappoint me with your performance."
The elevator doors opened again and the guards returned, grabbing Pyrrha by the shoulders and leading her back. "Put her with the others," the Grandmaster ordered. "Let her meet her fellow gladiators."
"Yes, Grandmaster," the first guard answered, pulling Pyrrha into the elevator. As the doors began to close, Pyrrha kept her eyes on the Grandmaster. He simply stood by the window, his wine glass back in his hand, calmly sipping from it as he watched more innocent lives get torn to shreds in his arena.
The guards led Pyrrha through a tunnel before coming upon a large door guarded by two more men. "In you go," the first guard announced as the guards by the door opened them. He then gently pushed Pyrrha in, sending her stumbling slightly before the doors closed behind her.
She didn't even have a chance to right herself before a bellowing cheer echoed through the room. A huge, bearded man walked over and grasped her hand tightly. "Well fought, miss!" he declared "A fight worthy of the Halls of Olympus."
Pyrrha winced from the bone crushing handshake. "Uh…thank you?" she said.
"You're quite welcome!" the man boomed. "You will be quite the ally in the battle to come!"
"Okay, Herc," a new voice spoke up as a young man in a tattered jacket approached them. "You can let go of her hand now. She's going to need it in the next fight."
Herc let go and backed away as the newcomer stopped in front of her. "Are you hurt at all?" he asked, fingering the purple amulet around his neck.
"No, I'm fine," Pyrrha answered.
"That's good. You seemed to handle yourself well out there. Not a lot of people can when it comes to these fights." The man held a hand out. "My name's Chris. Chris Powell. I'd say welcome to Sakaar, but you already received that hellish greeting in the fight today."
Pyrrha shook his hand. "Pyrrha Nikos."
"A worthy name for a worthy champion!" Herc declared.
"Herc, would you give it a rest already?" Chris asked. Herc just shrugged in response.
"That's Hercules," Chris explained to Pyrrha. "And yes, he's always like that. But don't worry, he's friendly."
Pyrrha took this time to examine her surroundings. She was in some sort of large cell, with scattered bedrolls strewn about the room. There were dozens of people in there, all dressed in various pieces of armor. Some bore severe battle scars, like deep cuts and gashes. A few were even missing their limbs. Many seemed disheartened, huddled in corners and talking quietly with only a few others.
"Kind of a sorry sight to see, isn't it?" Chris noted sadly.
"What exactly is this place?" Pyrrha asked.
"Sakaar," Chris explained. "One of the worst planets in the galaxy, especially if you end up on the wrong side of the arena walls. Once you're taken as a gladiator, there's only one way you leave: in pieces."
"Do not worry," Hercules interrupted, flexing his enormous bicep. "One day, I will break us all out of here and lead us in an uprising this world hasn't seen in years!"
"No matter what you do, Herc, it won't be enough to match the strength of the last rebellion here," Chris told him gently.
"Last rebellion?" Pyrrha asked.
Chris nodded. "The Grandmaster wasn't always in charge of Sakaar. Years ago, a man known as the Red King ruled with an iron fist. He was a ruthless tyrant that propped himself up as the champion of Sakaar through trickery and deceit."
"And then the Grandmaster beat him?"
"Oh, no," Chris told her instantly. "The Grandmaster didn't show up until long after the Red King died. No, it was the Hulk that put the Red King six feet under. But he's not here anymore; he went back to Earth. After that, the Grandmaster decided he could profit by rebuilding the planet and restarting the gladiator games."
"He may not be as bad as the Red King, but the Grandmaster is still a tyrant," Hercules declared. "And like all tyrants, he will be conquered!"
"Oh, would you give it a rest, you brute!" One of the other nearby fighters raised her head, revealing a face that looked half cybernetic. "You're all talk, but you haven't done anything to defeat the Grandmaster."
"I am merely waiting for the right moment to strike!" Hercules insisted.
The blue woman scoffed. "More like you can't do anything because, like the rest of us, you're stuck by these damn disks."
"At least he's keeping up his spirits, Nebula," Chris told her. "Maybe you should try it sometime. It'll do you some good."
Nebula scoffed again, lowering her head once more.
"As you can see, some of us have more of a problem with our situation than others," Chris explained to Pyrrha. "But we're all in the same boat. We're all prisoners of the Grandmaster."
"For now, at least." This came from a green skinned woman with black hair and small antenna poking out of the top of her head. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor nearby, her eyes closed. "I sense that we may yet soon be freed."
"You've been saying that for months, Mantis," Nebula shot back. "And guess what? We're still here."
"Hey, leave her—tik—alone." This came from a green-skinned man with yellow, compound eyes. He looked a lot like a humanoid insect. "It's not—tik—her fault that we're stuck—tik—in here."
"Thank you, Bug," Mantis answered calmly. "But I can take care of myself."
"Yeah…sometimes I feel like I'm the only normal one here," Chris admitted. "But come on, let's find you a spare bedroll. I can't promise that it'll be clean, but at least it'll be something somewhat soft to sleep on."
Pyrrha nodded. "Thank you, Chris."
Chris smiled at her and led her away from the others. "So, what planet did they drag you away from?" he asked.
"My world is called Remnant," Pyrrha answered.
"Can't say I've heard of it."
"Neither did the Grandmaster."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "The Grandmaster hadn't heard of your world before. That's actually surprising."
"How so?"
"He's an Elder of the Universe," Chris explained. "He's millions of years old. If he hasn't heard of your world, then that means you must be really far out of reach of the rest of the galaxy."
"Millions of years old?" Pyrrha repeated. "That…that can't be true."
"Oh, it is. He's quite literally one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy."
"That complicates things," Pyrrha thought. "If he's so powerful, then will it even be possible to defeat him?"
"Of course it's possible," she quickly corrected herself. "You just need to find your opening. Keep learning everything you can about this place, this arena, and the others that are trapped here with you. Only then will you be able to find a way out."
"Here we go," Chris told her, stopping at a ratty looking bedroll in the far corner of the prison block. "I'm afraid there's not much privacy here, and the sounds from the arena right next door can be a bit distracting, what with all the hacking and the screaming and all, but it's probably the best we got for now."
Pyrrha set Miló and Akoúo̱ down next to the bedroll. "Thank you, Chris," she thanked him.
Chris smiled. "I suggest you get some sleep, Pyrrha. There's no telling when you'll be up for fighting again, or who you will be forced to fight."
"You don't know the schedule?"
He shook his head. "We usually don't know we're going to fight until the guards come to collect us. And even then we don't even know who or what we're going to fight until the Ringmaster announces it. The Grandmaster likes it that way to keep us all on edge. You never know when you might have to fight and kill a friend."
"So these games," Pyrrha said, "They're not just fights against creatures?"
"I'm afraid not," Chris answered. "Sometimes we have to fight one another to the death—especially if we don't bring in as much money as the Grandmaster would like. We become less profitable, we're more likely to die in the next fight. And if we survive that fight, then we're even more likely to die in the fight after that. Or the fight after that. Or the fight after that, until we finally wind up dead, and then he can replace us with someone else."
He let out a small sigh. "It's a hard life…but it's still one worth fighting for." He looked over at her. "You got a family out there? Friends?"
She nodded. "I…don't know if they're okay though. None of us were in the best of places."
"I see." Chris shrugged. "Well, I won't press you for details if you don't want to share. I'll let you get some rest." He turned around and started to walk away, but paused briefly.
"Good luck to you, Pyrrha," he told her. "You're going to need it if you're going to survive this place." With that, he walked away.
Pyrrha sat down on the bedroll and closed her eyes. "Yes," she thought. "I'm going to need it. But I'm going to survive. I WILL survive. My friends are still out there somewhere. I know they are."
And no matter what, she knew she was going to find them.
Well, Pyrrha seems like she's in quite the pickle, being stuck on Sakaar. What kind of epic battles will she have to fight in? How will she get out? Only time will tell!
For her starting fight, I decided to use the vrellnexians as Pyrrha's first opponent. Now, the original look of the vrellnexians in the comics look...well, not great. But luckily, my favorite MCU show, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. had a much better, more brutal version of them that I could use! Of course, they were no match for Pyrrha since she's one of the strongest characters from RWBY and JNPR, but it was still great to use them!
We also get to see the "Warbound" that Pyrrha will be fighting alongside with: Nebula, Mantis, Bug, Chris Powell (aka Darkhawk), and Hercules! I knew I didn't want to use the actual Warbound from Planet Hulk and just decided to throw in a few cool characters, many of whom you may not have heard of. Bug, in particular, I intially considered to make a part of the Guardians of the Galaxy (as he was a member once upon a time), but eventually just decided to throw him into the Sakaar arena just for fun.
And of course, we get a little Easter Egg from Death Battle with the appearance of the Ringmaster! Death Battle has been one of my favorite shows for the past few years, and this arc gave me a good excuse to throw some Death Battle references in. Expect several more as the arc progresses.
No telling when the next chapter will be up, given that we're still in the middle of NaNoWriMo. But with any luck, I should get done with this arc (and maybe even start the next arc) before the year is out. And trust me, the next arc is going to be wild.
But anywho, that's all from me! Until next time, this is Guest 1138, signing off.