The Ultimate Organization III+.5

Trent smiled. "Very well."

Crouching down, he sprang upwards onto the balls of his feet, his hands coming together into a V shape, with the fingers spread at the tips of the V. With deft precision, he caught Xane's chop and flipped Xane over his head to collide with one of the arena walls.

"Dragoon, right?" Trent smirked. "I told you, boy, I know it all..."

Trent spat. "Stupid kid. If that's you getting serious, this won't be very fun..."

 

"I really hope you're not lying," Pharell frowned, toting his gun over Ecko's head.

***

In the arena walls, Xane leaped backwards, flipping in the air, using a technique from he had learnedfrom watching Wukong. He hit the ground near Trent, launching him in mid-air using a swift, but powerful kick.

 

Ecko chuckled, "Your the U.P.A. You would know, more than me at least. Look at us, Mr. Titan. We're murderers, madmen here at the Brotherhood. They don't tell us anything for that reason..."

 

"That's better!" Trent laughed, landing on the ground heavily and rolling to his feet. "I might have gotten a bruise there!"

"But feast your eyes on my Dragon," Trent said, his expression suddenly serious. "Try not to die."

"Metsuki Aoi Doragon Kiba Gikou!" Trent roared, spreading his hands in the V pattern again, this time with the tips of his fingers curled downward as if in fangs. From the center of his palms, a blast of energy erupted towards Xane...

 

"Good point," Pharell says. "What do you have to live for, anyway?"

***

Xane leaped out of the way, the blast knocking him several yards back. Xane landed on his back, but quickly stood up, trying to locate Trent.

 

Ecko just looked up, "What do you have to live for, Mr. Titan? I live to ask questions, my life could be over right now yet you keep on truckin'. So why, what drives you, scratch that, what can your life contribute, you think, Mr. Titan?"

 

"My life can only contrbute to helping the lives of others," Pharell shruggs. "Corny, right? It's why I originally joined the U.P.A in the first place. It's also why I'm resigning. As for you...Do you care about the worlds, or their inhabitants at all?"

 

"No, not really," Ulian replied. "But, in my defense, I can be charming as hell, and I think when I am it lightens the spirits of those around me. But.. for your question, do I care about anyone other than myself, uh, no. No I don't."

 

Trent was still standing there, smirking. "How'd you like that, boy?" Trent laughed. "My Blue-Eyed Dragon Fang...?"

 

"Well, Ecko, I guess this is it," Pharell says. "How long do you think it'll take for you to die from your wounds?"


***

"You could work a little on your technique, "Xane shrugged, sprinting towards Trent, and extending a hand that moved upward with a swift chop towards Trent's shoulder.


OOC: I'll be back in a few minutes, so stay online!

 

Trent looked shocked for a moment, and reacted a split-second too soon, taking the chop on his shoulder and rolling backwards.

"Interesting," Trent said. "When I fought you last, you wouldn't have been able to take that blow and still move like you are...You've gotten stronger."

Standing up, Trent launched himself at Xane, leaping into the air to spin-kick at Xane's chest.

 

OOC: I won't.

BIC: "Um... I don't really know," Ecko replied. "I don't think it really matters either."

A sniper bullet suddenly hit the ground beside the two of them.

"Calvary's here," Ecko chuckled. A couple dozen Ulfire soldiers, clad in crimson armor, came out from hiding. "Hands behind your head!" One yelled...

 

Xane was pushed backward by hte force of the hit, and slammed against the arena walls. A it of blood slipped out of his mouth, but Xane merely wiped it off and got up, once more taking the stance Dragoon taught him.

***

Pharell did as commanded.

 

"End of the line for you, buddy," Ecko said, getting up and putting his pistol to Pharell's head. "Stop!" One of the soldiers yelled, shooting Ecko in the stomach. The Brotherhood member flew to the side, yelling in pain.

"Get them both on the ship!" The leading Commander yelled at one of his lackies...

 

"And what can I do to assit you, General?" Pharell asked. "I'm assuming I'm being arrested for a reason."

 

Trent shook his head. "Boy, I respect you. But unless you can make me bleed as well..."

OOC: Hit him really hard, Xane, because I've got to go for tonight. See you guys tomorrow!

 

"I'm just a Commander. My names Alpa," Commander Alpa said. "And your under arrest for betraying the U.P.A., or rather, directly attacking a member of the U.O. and being allied with a terrorist organization."

 

"I'm allied with no one but myself," Pharell said. "so, if you'll just let me e on my way..."

***

Xane sped forward, raising his left arm upward. When he was next to Trent, he let his left arm fly into his stomach, folowed by his right. This process was repeated, with Xane finally hitting his palm in Trent's ribcage.

 

"I'm sorry," Alpa said, putting his gun up. "If your not with us, your against us. We have authority to at least take you to our outpost..."

 

Wing walked down his path alone, the familar feeling of Darkness lingered in the air.

"Liam." He said without turning around. The blonde chuckled and folded his arms.

"I see you're all better now. Now let me welcome you to the final show."

Wing smirked and his hands were instantly engulfed in twilight, a stronger, richer mix. The phoenix level power coursed through his body unleashed, but no longer parasitic.

"You and I are going to settle this tonight." Wing said facing Liam.