Jiron and Saint were facing the warriors of the Crest, trying to make sure that they would get things done. “Damn…they are fast!” Saint roared as they were trying to push back the warriors, but there was something about them; he could see it with each strike they made. “I know that there is something about these warriors that makes me all riled up!” Saint let out a scream, and the ground around him shook as his body was emitting energy that no one could understand. Jiron took a step back, knowing that Saint was about to do something off. He was sure that Saint was about to do something; they were not going to see anything that would be used on a normal person, and there wasn't going to be a chance that they would be able to handle what was going to happen. ‘He isn't trying to hold back; he knows that they would be able to hold their own, and they would be doing numbers on me if I were going to join.’ Jiron stood there looking at the men, his eyes turned back when he saw the pe

The man was looking at Jiron knowing that they were dealing with something that didnt look in its own foot normal and they were about to fall into a trap. “There are orders to make sure that we contain you and make sure that there isn't going to be a mishap with you or any of the other—” Before the man could finish, Jiron had taken a step, and his body flickered in the next second. He was right in front of the man, and they were not going to be doing anything else but trying to avoid a hit. “I might not be able to dodge bullets yet, but I know that I am strong enough to put most of you in places that won't be treated by any doctor…” Before the man could speak, Jiron landed a kick on him, sending him tumoring back when there was something else about to happen. All of the men were now scared, knowing that they were dealing with an admiral and this wasn't going to play out the way they had imagined, and Jiron was going to make sure that they were about to fight something off. Jiron

Rhys was still trying to get something out of Kiva; he knew that there wasn't anything that would be done in any other way. He had taken the man to another side of the city, shoving Kiva into a car, and there wasn't going to be a chance that he would use it. “Killing me won't even mean anything to you now,” Kiva shrugged, looking around, knowing that the man was trying to get something done. “So why are you keeping me alive?!” He asked, knowing that the silent man was trying to make sure that there wasn't going to be a way for him to get something that would hurt him. Rhys was silent… It was one of the scariest things anyone would encounter, and it wasn't going to look like a normal hit. “But if you think that there isn't going to be a chance, I would be able to get something out of this!” Kiva roared, looking at Rhys, who stood silently in the center of the room. “I am an admiral after all, there isn't going to be a—” “Shut the fuck up!” Rhys broke his silence, looking at

Marcus was waiting for Loo to give him a call back and tell him what was going on, but there was no call from him, making it look like there wasn’t going to be an okay mission. “What in the world is going on here?” He was looking at his phone knowing that there wasn’t going to be a chance that his brother was the one getting attacked, knowing that there was no chance for anyone to take down Loo without him giving them something to fight for, and it was clear as day that they were going to be having problems with the way things were going to be placed. “I believe that there isn't going to be anything that would bring me to this conclusion, but I believe that he is in trouble and requires trouble…” A man spoke next to him, looking down as he was trying to light a cigar that was in his hand, and his eyes darted around like a child who had nothing to get out of anything that would be seen as nothing. Marcus grunted. He knew what the man was trying to say and what he meant when he was

Saint and Jiron had carried out their own operation, knowing that there wasn’t going to be anything that would hold them back. They had made sure the children were tkaen to a safe location. Their strike on that warehouse was strong, and they had made sure that there wasn't going to be anything that would hold him back. “I wonder what they are planning to do, any ideas?” Saint was looking at Jiron, knowing that he was the one with more experience with them and knew how they were thinking most of the time. Jiron was lost for words too; there wasn’t any chance for him to put into words what was going on in his mind. “I don’t know what they are trying to do,” he spoke calmly, knowing that they were dealing with the most devious sets of people on the continent, and they had a record of being something weird. “Usually, they would try to make sure their storage units, Lord Rhys, have taken down one already; now it would mean that they are trying to recoup.” Jiron knew that the way the