"Slicing Thunder Wave!!"

A booming cry echos even in the dense forests of the Theta server. Following close behind a red blur in the tree tops, a bright yellow axe crackles with electricity while spinning through the wood. Charged with Rai element scrolls it cuts through the canopy like a knife through butter. The altered avatar of one Ko_Inuyasha leaps down from the danger zone with a hand and a knee hitting the soft soiled bed. Falling tree and debris fall around the villain and soon a slightly larger stature of a player. The hurled axe arks around like a boomerang and with a heavy thrust gets snagged out of the air and placed on the shoulder of the revealed Heavy Axeman. Matching hair to the possessed player, solid white at cheeks length. A blood stained colored, leather trench coat covers over the 6'4" man and his heavy sets of armor. The Heavy Axeman class isn't specifically a rare class but it IS uncommon to see one. The have no magic power to speak of and the worst speed of the game. What they do have is enough physical attack and defense to walk through an entire field and wipe monsters and players alike from the board. Even a Heavyblade like Trent would have problems with this imposing player.

"You think you can just run off to the lame Jap. server and escape us you piece of shit. You're going down here and then we're gonna find you and give you some real reasons to leave the country!"

"My little brother, you think you'll ever be able to beat me? You wont even be able to make it to this country while you're still tied down to your base on the other side of the world."

"Maybe you just need to realize how many enemies you really got in the both worlds!"

A slightly high pitched female voice from behind quickly followed by the cracking of a leather whip. The quick witted weapon ties quickly around the red robed swordsman. A red haired whipmaster reveals her self from the shadows of the tree. A blue ribbon in her hair and kitten figures on her clothes would be the only distinguishing marks on this plane clothed 5'4" girl. A quick pull from her and the heavyblade flies from his feet with his back bound for the floor. The axeman does miss his cue and with the largest brand of weapon in the game he fissures the ground.

An echoing ching of metal on metal echoes out to the edge of the forest while the dirt settles from the clash. Trent had used his weapon at his last moment to slide the attacking weapon from his body and into the soft bed of dirt. While the axeman was recovering from his own attack, he took advantage of the whipmaster's lack of ability to fight and now holds her firm by the back of the neck with his blade urging for blood.

"Both my younger brother and sister. You two are too kind. What names do you go by here? Silentflame and Phobia. Well little sister I find nothing to fear from you and you brother... Well, that name just makes no sense at all."

A burning tunnel of flames nails the fake Ko dead against the side of his face with a point the size of a fist. His burning form bounces off the ground and dents a tree before smacking against a small boulder and slunking back to the forest floor. The flames disperse in two waves to reveal Evil_Elf joining the party with her fist clenched tight and brimming with left over distortion of heat's vapor. Soon to join her sides are Phobia and Silent_Flame, forming a rank to crush Trent in single blows. Climbing to his feet, the weakening avatar rubs it's chin and fist roughly, removing broken ash from the smoking skin.

"Ouch, looks like someone changed their job class. What's the matter? Knives weren't letting you be personal enough with me?"

Trent's speciality was taunting people during and he's good at it. The fist fighter's quick to take the first strike. With speed equal to the fabled twinblades, she bursts to the front of the line and smashes the rock Trent left behind. In the branches above a gust of wind escapes from the stolen red garbed body, revealing an Ap Do of some kind had been used.

"Catch me if you can honey." A smooch sound taunts from his puckered lips while he leaps away. Though Phobia reaches out for her female companion's shoulder, she's already to late. Whipmasters, Archers, and Wavemasters have common ground in their lacks of physical ability. Though Phobia was second fastest in the party she wasn't able to keep up with the high-speed pursuit of a speed enhanced player and a high speed player.

Silent on the other hand wasn't one to chase after someone even if he had the ability to do so. Being the heaviest class in the entire history of the game, there was no chance of him staying caught up to any of them and that's just the way Trent wanted it to begin with. Half a kilometer away, Trent's archer slave, Amara, was taking aim against the heavy axeman with her precision aim. Her bow snaps the arrow out like a bullet, tearing through leaves and air with a faint whistle behind it. Nailing dead in Silent's temple, the axeman leans with the shot before standing erect like he had before. Blood trickle down from the wound as he slowly tilts his head over to Amara's location.

There's no way he could know where I am from one shot. Changing the arc of her bow she launches off another arrow for the sky. Falling from it's arc, Silent looks up at the projectile and lets it nail him dead in the forehead before turning and looking back at the archer. Damn heavy axemen. The skilled female archer loads in three arrows and takes up the bow to take aim. Scanning down the space between the two player's she look at the crimson coated axeman to see only the two arrows she fired left behind on the ground. Two taps of a finger on Amara's shoulder and a deep voice in her ear.

"He's over there already?!"

She turns around as fast as she can but it's far too late. The back hand of a heavy classed male beats her nose backwards and sends her bouncing off of the near by tree. She grabs a stance with lightning speed and fires off four consecutive arrows at her target to see that he's no longer there either.

"What'd he promise you huh? Is he giving you something? Making your world better? Or are you just so stupid that you don't even know what you're doing!"

The girl starts to show her age, getting scared and starting to panic. Silent's voice echoes against the trees no matter how close they are so she puts her back against the bark and points her bow randomly into the brush.

"Well, what was it that he promised you Amara!"

"Leave me alone! You don't know anything about me."

"Maybe. Maybe I know more than you think. Your name is Amara Rensten you're 14 years old and you're a senior at Ocean Lake high. A 14 year old senior... that's gotta be tough."

"SHUT UP!! Arrow of the Red Dragon!" The trees go a blaze as she fires off as many spell infused arrows as her Wavemaster equaled Sp allows. Anything to her to just get the talking to stop. In "The World" she could be a silent adult and no one would think anything different about her. She could use her brain in the game and no one would think her exceptionally intelligent. She never wanted to be reminded of that "school" while she was in here.

"Burning it all down? It wont make any of it go away." The flames die down leaving a snow of ash crossing the area. "You see, on your skin, in your hair, all over your world. You leave an ashy stain that you'll never wipe away." While he speaks the truth she drops the bow and rubs her arms as vigorous as possible to get the gray stain off of he pale skin. In front of her casts a shadow and a large heavyaxeman form. She reaches for her bow only to find the man stands between her and her weapon like a brick wall. He tosses a towel down on her and walks away. When she removes it she staring at him from the beginning of the fight. He glares at her with the two arrows stuck in his head. "The prom's over. You never went and you'll live with it."

***

Taking a knee on a moss covered branch, the whipmaster starts to feel the stress that a high speed chase brings on. Another aspect of the trio's weaknesses that Trent had been counting on to begin with. It just a shame for this villain that he had underestimated the strengths of his foes. He had already lost his Amara to Silentflame due to his lack of knowledge on his doppleganger's brother. Learning against the bark of the tree, Phobia's forced to take a break and loose the trail with her stamina bordering depletion.

Underneath, and approaching fast, an old pawn of Trent's, Dark_Flash, runs vertically up the truck of the tree for the resting whipmaster. Phobia naturally already knows of his attack seeing as how she's the smartest of the three siblings in most any field. Her only weakness when shown against her brothers is her physical power. In both real life and the video games, Phobia has kept to her strengths, realying on her knowledge and memorization skills. Magic was her primary weapon and if she ever had to go into a melee combat situation she'd keep her distance with a lance or a whip serving as her front row.

In this fight, she'd realy on the same techniques, not making a single wasting maneuver with her stamina still below par. Dark_Flash, with the vines of data corrupted coding still arched across his face and weapons, speeds his way to the bottom of the branch, Phobia rest her avatar body on, twisting his feet to mount the top of the wood and go in straight for her neck. Before the blades even get close a face full of Rue marked scroll parchments stops the twinblade dead in his tracks.

"Drop your weapons and get out of here."

Her stern voice shows not a single slice of deviation in her conviction. His Hp'll be cut in half in one move if her didn't do what she said. He knew this half a second before his mind did the math but for some reason he found himself entirely unable to drop the two short swords that dark stranger had given him. Though his will is there, the body just wont react to it. His foot skids on the moss to reposition for a retreat, all the sign that she needed to take the first shot. A full combination of all three types of level one Rue spells tear him to shreds in a violent combination of screaming human and howling iced winds. Bouncing off of the branch, digs the weapons into the artificial wood and hangs on for his life.

"H-Help me! I can't let them go. I...I..."

She's not quick to make it over to him, cautious but slothy as well. Peering over the edge, the vines had doubled no tripled in amount all over his body. His eyes had grown hollowed of soul and devoid of a brim of color.

"Damn it kid I told you to put them down."
He's first to make a move but she's first to hit an attack. Her whip crack at his knuckles, slicing blood against the bark while he slices against her clothed skin. A minor wound for both but she's almost recovered enough to take him down.

"Ap Do."

His voice isn't the same by any sense of logic. If she'd had to relate it to anything it would be her older brother's voice coming from this... this thing. And what a horrid thing to here coming from a combatant twinblade. As if they weren't fast enough now he'd be at best thoughts twice as fast. She doesn't really blink, it's more like she catches herself in mid-blink and stops herself, all the time needed for a hyped up twinblade. Her defense curled arms burst with cuts and blood after he re-appears tucked in an after attack stance.

A quick retaliation and her whip cracks like a spear in a shot to kill. Of course he dodges, she knew he back when he casted his spell that she'd never hit him. She was aiming for the tree behind him. The tip of the weapon tacks into the wood like a kunai knife and with her life line she pulls herself out of the way. With her back against the trunk Dark_Flash stares her down. Breathing heavy she knows too much time had gone by for him to have not noticed. While flying into the tree, she left behind a trail of notes primed for explosion on contact.

"Ap Corv. Ap Vorv."

Both strengthening spells, one for physical attacks the other for physical defense. She checks her status once more, the last time she'll need to for this fight. She's got enough of everything she need and her ground work was laid out. Dark_Flash leaps into the air, over the scrolls but never touching them he figures he's safe from her traps and has all the power he'll need to finish her off. Sad to say that just isn't the case. Her entire avatar brightens and explodes with a blue aura like nothing he had ever scene.

"Merrows Ch!"

A massive creature raises out from the concealing aura of white and blue. It's eight wings cut into the sky, breaking it apart and crushing the atmosphere. In one blow, unseen to the eyes but noted to be a flash freeze so great that the blood of a human crystalizes in the first split second, Dark_Flash is stopped in mid air dropping onto the branch paralyzed in unimaginable pain only to fall victim to her final blow. Once touching the scrolls all five explode into Bivak rom spells tearing what ever was left of him and those daggers to pieces.

"Another saved I guess."

Sitting back in the very position she started in, Phobia leans her head back against the tree to recover her strength.

"Come on baby, is that as fast as you can go?"

His echoing laugh gets tuned out by the brunette fist fighter's teeth grinding and crackling knuckles. With each leap from branch to trunk to ground and back to branch she grips her own palm a little harder. Though the situation is obviously easily in Evil_Elf's favor, seeing as Trent's spell will wear off in moments and she will gain the clean upper hand in speed, like her fiance Evil_Elf has the mind set to inflict brute force damage with out regard for proper strategies or calculations. More over, while Mike\Ko prefers his crushing heavyblade weapon, this female uses aggressive physical speed and strength. She likes getting close to cause direct personal damage. And she'll get her chance in no time at all. Trent's pace steadily slows and the gap between them slowly closes.

She bites her lip in anticipation, while he hides his face's malicious grin knowing already that she was in his traps. He comes to an automatic stop, dead in his tracks. Immediately turning around he palms the elf's devastatingly powerful fist. His head slowly moves up in his sadistic style of movements. It had been done so many times before that anyone would know that his smirk would be coming next, leaking malice so thick all over the place that even animals would run (had they existed in this virtual world). Animals, but not a psychotic girl that can punch through stone walls. He ever even makes it to his smile before she slugs him with her free hand damn hard enough to break his jaw. Before he can really fly away, she grabs his releasing hand with her once held hand and pulls him direct into her thrusting knee. His body melds over her firm legs just before she palms his face and drives the back of his skull into the tree's trunk.

"Come on baby, is that as fast you can go?"

Mocking him with his own words, Trent loved teasing but hated being teased. Her sweet yet toneful voice was an annoyance to him that would soon be silenced. He reaches into the kimono and burns up a fire tempest scroll. The spell's flames repel and damage the fist fighter on a light amount but enough to put enough distance for him to get his back off the trunk and reach back for his sword. With his arm in the air, the brunette fist fighter's exceptionally quick to dash against his chest, pushing him back against the trunk but this time she grabs his bent arm and pulls it far to far for it to be considered close to natural. The body snatcher winces once from the pain of his torn arm and second from using the arm's "unique" location for a surprise punch to her gut. His bare foot hooks around her combat boots and pull an ankle out from under her. While she's occupied with keeping from falling, he makes an escape leap to cure and finally get his sword off of his back.

"La Repth." A shiny blue glow covers over his broken shoulder, popping the ball back in it's socket and repairing ligaments, tendons, and muscle back to their original non-upright positions. He rolls the shoulder to check everything to be alright and takes the weapon firm in his good hand.

"Your mind games and little head tricks aren't going to work on me asshole."

"You kiss your fiance with that mouth? Besides, I'm not even trying right now. You're just a one-night-stand while I wait for my next date to show up."

"Double Mortal Scorcher!"

In all her fury, the female fist fighter's hair erupts into a typhoon above her head while her hands erupt into twin black fire balls, brimming a purple glow out of their black cores. The branch beneath her shatters to splinters from her leap at the monster that stole her husband. For all her dreams ruined, for him taking Mike from her, for their child that would now have to grow up with out the father that only wanted to be a good father, for her broken family and the inability to explain how he had died to anyone but his closest brother and sister, she would kill this monster. She had learned from Silent_Flame and Phobia that this "Thing" could feel the pain of this game in It's body and the information was just. She could see it in his movements and his face. She saw it when he killed her love and as hard as it was for her to believe that a game was real, she would believe it enough if it would give her revenge the weapons to break him in two.

In Taito-Ku,Tokyo, just 10 minutes away from a certain timid female player and an obnoxiously strong willed A.I., the dark body snatcher sits in a fairly small but definently over crowded internet cafe. Though his shoulder was snapped in the middle of a crowd, he made not a single twitch not because he didn't feel it but because he possesses a significantly higher threshold for pain than most any humans could have. This was a man that was burned by spells, slashes by swords, hunted by dragons, and lived with out what could be considered sleep. He was a mediaeval fantasy warrior in modern times, not a person on the planted, save maybe a war veteran, could come close to the experiences he had gone through.

"He's not dead."

It wasn't much, barely spoken at that, but it was oh so much to her. In her mind it echoed a thousand times over and she spoke it to herself a thousand more times in barely the time that it takes for someone to blink. In mid-air her whole body has lost tension because she had let go of the controls. Her character was on auto-pilot until it landed and would remain still with a blank stare on it's face. And with a smile on his face he raises his cleaver above his head and smashes it to the ground through the girl's corpse.

Outside of that world and in the real one. Christine drops her goggles and clambers to keep her grip on the black phone on the night stand. She can barely keep her jaw from shaking let alone her hands. While it rings, the tears come. She couldn't believe it all the way but so much so that she didn't want it to be one of his lies. It's Silent that she calls first, telling the charactered axeman about what Trent had told her. He and Phobia stand much farther above Trent's stolen avatar, watching him slowly and carefully to not be noticed.

"Phobia says that if he is still alive it would mean that either his mind is trapped in his body by the other one or that his mind had been trapped inside the game. There are scary rumors about this game. Rumors about people going into comas while playing the game and even worse ones about people seeing those people in the game while they're comatose. But, if Mike's in his body and we kill the other one, we might accidentally him instead of setting him free."

As unsettling as it becomes their observation brings them to the conclusion that they have no choice but to back off from the chase and simply wait for new information.

Breaking free of the forest's canopy, a towering dungeon made of sunlight reflecting white stone. The casted and reflected rays from the sun give the upside down tower a brimming shine, making it look divine or holy. The body snatcher simply chuckles at his plan coming together so well. With the three rings Ko had collected and placed on his avatar and the ring resting in the dungeon, he'd be able to enter Level M and conduct his plan to eliminate over half of humanity in one blow.

Barely at the door, a powerful presence takes hold of his new found human senses and creates a suppressed feeling of fear with in the once dark warrior. From the shadow casted by the entrance hall a figure slowly walks with metal clinking armor. First a head of black hair, casting it's own shadow over the face, followed by the crimson ringed black armor and the amethyst triple helixed sword. In half a second more, the beast emerges from the cavern of the dungeon in a full sunlight basking stretch and neck rolling induced crackling.

In the left hand of Trent's former body, possessed by Ko now during the switch, tosses the final ring up and down casually. The Ring of Heaven, casted in silver clouds wrapping around the finger and a white gold dove flying among them. The set was complete and whichever one of them walked away with all three would control the fate of the other.

"I see you haven't been feeding."

A snarcky response from the doppleganger that took control of the original's body. Though masked by the heavy armor's plates, it could be seen on the face that Trent's body had grown slightly thinner.

"Figured, why should I feed your body? It's strong enough to get mine back and then I'll finish it off."

"So you've learned how to use the sword?"

"I've learned a lot about you, Parasite."

"I prefer predator."

"That's enough talk now don't you think."

Casting the key item off to the side, he challenges Trent for a fight to see who's gonna get those rings. For him it'll be the only one left alive. Trent's less honest though, he takes the two rings from his stolen fingers and tosses them so that they join their bother with chinging sounds making tiny notes linger in the air. Each one takes their heavyblade weapons to both hands. Ko in Trent's body wields the triple helix blade while Trent in Ko's body takes the image hacked devil blade to arms.

In the instant that they vanish from normal view a blinding clash of jagged red and smocking black auras tear across the jungle floor with their weapons clashing together. In the middle of the line of distance that separated them, their weapons scrap against each other while the two heavy classes use brute force against brute force. They each with draw their weapons, the force of conflict adding seconds to their counter attacks. Clashing again their power-up auras, Ap Vaks and Ap Anid, spread away from each other in another wave of magic. With drawing their weapons again, the energy of their spells gets sucked up in the vacuums they create with each clash of power. Like breathes of life, the waves of their power pump in and out of their center with each clash and with draw being the lungs.

Trent's first to break from physical attacks, drawing a fire tempest scroll and igniting it in Ko's open chest. The twisting tornado of flames, breaks the two from conflict but preforms minimal damage to the A.I. body clad over and under with thick armor. Ko's quick to extend his left hand forward with his palm sticking out and a portal of black miasma reeking from it. Out of the portal a trio of deep purple skulls snaps their jaws in quick bitting motions onto Trent's taken shoulders and soft belly. They do more damage to a normal player's body and stack it up that Trent's original body has the ability to feed back the attack and cause the pain to be real and you find that Trent's going to loose at this rate.

"Don't mess around with me boy. You don't know half of what you're doing! Danku!"

In defiance, the body snatcher takes the heavyblade down to his right side and lets it boom with a deep brownish-black aura. In a quick draw sort of manner, Trent takes the whole distance between he and Ko in one step, slashing up from right to left. The blood spray alone is enough to tell that the armor had been sliced clean through. With the second attack of Danku, the sword is risen straight above Trent's head, that sinister smile and sadistic eyed head. The downward slashes breaks free of the A.I. body and smashes the ground with crackling cratered fissures in it's power.

"I know enough."

A raspy voice not unlike Trent's own voice coming from his old body. Out of his clenched wound breathes a corrosive miasma, eating the skin away until the bleeding is trapped with in. With his wound "healed" the dark miasma breaks out on to the field, killing the grass and the soil instantly while slowly tearing through the red robes and skin Trent had taken from his opponent. Knowing his own attacks, Trent's quick to retreat to higher ground on the tree branches.

"Wyrneck! I summon you!"

Out of the dense cloud of poison a melodic cry branches out against the forest followed by a crackling bubble from deep with in the throat of the God of Ani. Materializing in "The World", it's red eyes flash out twin lights out of it's element's mist. The smoke bursts away with it's singular wing beat blasting wind in all directions and revealing it's full form. The gigantic wyrm like creature covered in rotting black flesh and a stringy half fallen out mane covering across it's body. The enemy heavyblade can't help but feel the intimidation from being face to face with such a creature. He wants to run like he had never wanted before but his human mind just can't grasp the logic his A.I. mind sends. He's still green with the body and hasn't assimilated every emotion. Cracking it's neck around while it's prey trembles at the site, Wyrneck takes his time building up strength before releasing a massive wave of Ani energy at it's master's enemy. Trent instantly becomes covered and while at first the bright red from his stolen robes bleeds through, it quickly becomes impossible to catch the faintest of glimpses of him.

"Lanceor Ch!"

An echoing voice cries down from a newly formed cloud of lightning in the sky. Looking up Ko smiles for some unknown reason while a lightning blast tears apart the sky and then his beast. The power of Rai's wave burns a hole in Wyrnecks torso with one blow and chains outward across all that he had poisoned with the touch of his wave, including the body Ko had been forced to claim. He wouldn't be healing these wound with any poisons. Lightning had ripped chunks out of his body and flesh from his bones. If this world followed the real laws and not the laws of an rpg, he'd surely be dead right now and not straddled over by his previously owned avatar.

"Well you really got the shit torn out of my body."

Looking over the damage, it can be seen in the golden eyes that Trent had stolen that he was assessing damage and visualizing just how much trouble it was going to be for him to get back inside. A grunt escapes from his half open mouth while he bends over and takes hold of the Triple Helix blade. It's the most awkward thing he's ever had to do, holding two heavyblade in opposite directions to kill them both at the same time. Far more awkward than the first time he had to use the bathroom or the first time he was called Mike. But, just like learning how to get dressed, he pulls it off and thrust each blade into their original owner.

At the top a wooden door serves as no barrier to keep him from the top. A firm kick turns the door into flying splinters across the roof top. He's just a second too late as the black shadow crosses through the old man avatar and fades away afterwards. Clarence Cash turns with a smug expression breaking his age spotted face. His wrinkles and brown spots were fading with every second his laughter broke across the sky.

"You know boy I figured you were the type to try and stop a man like me the moment I saw your personality data drifting across the Nexus. It's why I chose you out of all the people out there. You had a perfect mind for manipulation to my plan. That fool made from you was so convinced he could stop me by killing you before he reached level M that he did exactly what I wanted. And now, you're too late. So, I'll take my leave."

The golden rings form over his new A.I. body only to never fall. A harsh bellow tone echoes across the field's open sky several times before he finally gives up. The arrogant child avatar holds up his left had to reveal the three rings allocated to his fingers.

"I made an ally when while I was in Trent's body, a system admin. She's locked you in this field and has her personal deployment of CC Corp goons coming after your left behind body. It took me a long time to convince her not to kill me but, even a woman like her can be convinced when I drop your name. She wouldn't tell me but, I figure you use to work with CC Corp, did something against their interests, then ran for it. You should've gave up on revenge though, infiltrating their game was just stupid."

"I see so, the field's locked until you kill this body and shove me back into reality with the power of those rings. I guess I'll just have to cut those objects from your fingers and go about my business. They can have that body I never plan on going back!"

Reaching his open palm into the sky, a bolt of yellow lighting breaks out in a horizontal line before focusing down into a five foot pole. It was in that form that it would remain while he pulled it from the sky and held it redy for combat. Obviously aware of such an iteam being a hack that he programed into this youthful body, Ko cares little about it and grips his image hacked tessaiga sword ready for combat.

"GiRai Rom! Rai Don!"

The old man turned young wavemaster makes the first move firing off a towering swirl of lighting after his enemy followed by streaks of lightning plummeting from the sky after the crimson heavyblade. The tornado was simple to dodge with him running to the left and curving in direction to close the distance between the two. The Rai Don wasn't as simple, it's dropping lightning strike nails the heavyblade as firmly as an axe being dropped on his shoulder.

"Hehehe, don't get comfortable slouching like that. I've gotta strike away all of that meat shield Hp you've got. MeRai Don!"

The power of a level two spell increases the size and punch significantly enough to actually send the heavyblade to his stomach. Smacking his jaw against the concrete makes a small cut in his chin that trickles a bright hued blood color n both worlds. Rubbing the wound in the real world brings up the question as to how the hell was Clarence able to do that.

"Feelings a little sore you brutish heavyblade? It's a little cliche but one might say you're a hybrid or 'half breed' now. Switching bodies can have some nasty side effects you know. Now you wont feel 'reality' in every field or against just any ol' monster. You'll need to be in a 'special' field and against an A.I. type opponent wether monster or not. Oh well, you're going to die anyway guess you wont get to experiment."

His mouth breathing pushes heavy saliva condensed dust in his face while Ko picks himself up off the ground and back onto his feet. The metal sword screeches across the rough ceiling before he picks it up and points it erect at his enemy with a single arm.

"If I'm gonna die I'll take as many bastards like you as I can down with me."

Breaking into a full on sprint and leaving his sword behind, he dodges left and right avoid an onslaught of wavemaster brand second level lightning spells. In no time the entire roof has been scarred with lightning bolt damage and the crimson robed child avatar has made his way into striking range of his opponent. As if he had a sword in his hands, he twist around his own body with the invisible weapon dragging behind him to bat the wavemaster clean off the side of the roof. With the boy's fist nearing contact with his fresh made body, Clarence brings his staff made of pure lightning down to defend himself when he actually see's the weapon his enemy's wielding. In his striking hands forms the actual blade he had left behind. It's force breaks free a flurrying rain of lightning and fire sparks over the two opponents' bodies before the wavemaster's inferior strength statistic gives out and he loses ground to every sense of the phrase. The force of the strike indeed sent the wavemaster over the edge while he cried out his summoning spell.

"Lanceor!"

Ko_Inuyasha wasn't about to let this guy fly off on a lightning born dragon. In a feeling of slow motion he takes his blade behind his body and sky dives off the side of the building after Clarence Cash. As his view shift from the horizon to his plummeting decent, he sees the dragon formed and charging after him. Every hair on his body raises up with the charge of electricity rich in the air. His entire body bursts into flames while his sword becomes a jetting funnel of the same wave energy pushing him down into the direct attack of the summon.

"IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEVEL 3 YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BEAT ME! AP VAKS! KANNON!"

After being engulfed by the mouth of the dragon it's revealed that it was the heavyblade doing the engulfing. The flames brim before breaking the dragon apart with razor blade swirls of vak flames escaping out to the sky and cutting into the ivory wall of dungeon tower. Thrown off by the force of the blast, the human turned A.I. Clarence Cash loses grip on his weapon and becomes a helpless target to his assailant that was now using the jet to close the gap between them while running along the vertical wall. Reaching a swinging range, the heavyblade leaps from the wall and slashes his wavemaster victim with the flaming funnel so harshly that he beats the blood spray in smacking against the stone surface.

"It's great how resilient digital bodies are, ISN'T IT!"

He wasn't about to let the enemy get behind him in this free fall. The jet burns out in pushing the heavyblade close enough to the wall to grab hold of the A.I.'s head and smash it against the wall enough to let friction really take it's toll in tearing the skin completely off of the muscle. Planting his own feet against the wall, Ko makes another short run against the stone before long jump leaping out into the free sky with Clarence being tug along by the collar of his shirt. In the sky, the boy wraps his legs around the wavemaster's neck and takes hold of his arms so that he wont be getting away.

"Let's see how perfect you think my personality is now!!"

They both break the canopy with a thunderous clasp of falling trees and shattering bones. Soon after they strike the ground in a splatter of waveless conflict against the ground. On the outside, Clarence's old man body gets thrown back out of his chair and int the arms of a woman in a business suit surrounded by three other men of a secret service attire. In the internet cafe in Taito-Ku, Tokyo, Mike's own body snaps like a tourettes victim into the keyboard before turning limp. Back in "The World", Phobia and Silentflame stand over their brother and use a resurrect and healing cross to revive him. He picks himself off the ground with a chunk of thick blood getting coughed out.

"I told you two to leave."

Arrogant and cocky like his brother, the red coated axeman kicks his brother over to his back before taking a step over him to get to their sister.

"Well we figured you'd die so we needed to be around to finish what ever you started."

"But then you go and die. So we had to keep you from slowing us down."

In Mac Anu the three siblings say their so-long's before the two younger one's ring out in front of the chaos gate. Ko doesn't leave so quickly. He looks over the rings on his avatar's fingers and the chaos gate before flinching at the wounds he still had in the real world. Deciding he needed a more private place to continue his fight, he too soon leaves the game with golden ring removing his avatar from play.

Standing, leaving behind the FMD, and walking out of the cafe with his eyes burning and his body throbbing, Mike suddenly hears a Japanese girl's voice calling out to him. Of course he had never spoke any profound Japanese in his life. Apart from a few words including "kojou" he knew nothing of the Japanese spoken language let alone Kanji or Katakana.

"Anata wa owarimashita ka?"

Sure enough it was a Japanese girl making a slight jog up to him. By her clothing he'd have to guess that she was a waitress here. She was asking him if he was done on the computer but, most surprising was that he could understand her. Clarence mentioned something about switching bodies creating problems. It could've been possible that a part of Trent's mind had been left behind. He didn't want to think about a real demon being stuck inside his mind. The image of that shadowed face laughing in his head was just too much to handle right then and there.

"Hai."

"Eiga ni dekiteiru no ka?"

"Eiga..ka?'

"Anata no yakusokumashita."

"Sumimasen, Nihongo wa wakarimasen desu."

He's extremely quick to dash out of the cafe and as far down the street he can before the sweat starts to become rain drops on his face. Confused as hell what that was about and half about ready to pass out from the pain, he comes into possession of more knowledge that he never knew. It's Sekai's address and he's only a street or two from it. He really is in Taito-Ku, Tokyo. Passing by a high school and soon a graveyard, he's close enough to see a well maintained house hold. Though he had ever seen the house before, his mind keeps telling him that Sekai lives there with her family. It's unexpected but hopefully she'd be there and could help him. Someone's quick to answer the door after he cleans up a bit and rings the bell.

"Konichi wa. I'm looking for Namino."

It's done, it's finally done!
Grade Please.

Ko_Inuyasha --> +1 Lvl. - +Light Giver - +Aqua Guard - +Fire Tempest

Notes: You definitely have some talent in your fight sequences. It's very anime. Who doesn't like people bouncing off of trees and rocks? You were just shy of two levels, and I hope I showed you that in your rewards. Your page total just wasn't enough for it, not at the level you currently have. Also, you didn't seem to run all your posts through Word, so there were a handful of grammar and punctuation issues that were taken into account. That aside though, I really did enjoy reading this. You keep improving.

Oh, and congratulations on reaching the 2-0 mile marker. Very few have gotten as far in levels as you have. Be proud.