Ripper, Requiem and Walter had made their way through the busy streets of Belcazzar City. After separating from their “parents”, Necross and Maxie, they had decided to continue their search for Shane. Unlike the others, they didn’t exactly had a set destination and just looked around for potential places the angels may stay at.
Unfortunately for them, as much as they wanted to keep an eye out for him, they had kept getting distracted with each other rather than keeping their eye on the prize.
Ripper let out a bored sigh as he followed Requiem with Walter sitting on his shoulder. Slung over his body was some kind of long-strapped sheath that carried his double-bladed weapon in. With tired eyes, he looked around the area for a bit. His eyes then lit up when he saw something.
“Ooh, lookie over there!” Ripper said, getting the two’s attention.
“No…” Requiem piped up while holding her parasol.
Ripper turned his head angrily towards his “sister”. “You didn’t even knew what I was going to say!”
“The item that you are pointing to most likely has nothing to do with what we are searching and is another childish distraction.” Requiem said simply.
Ripper’s eyes widened at this before shifting them from left to right. “Um, no!”
“Really? Then what is it?” Requiem challenged before turning her head.
Ripper took in a deep gulp before pausing for a bit. He then pointed his finger to the side.
“Um, ice cream van?”
“No…” Requiem said. “Let’s move on.”
Ripper slumped his shoulder with a whine. “You never let me do anything fun!”
“We are not here to have fun.” Requiem said simply.
“Aww… Come on!” Ripper complained. “We had been wandering around all day! I am tired!”
“Truth be told, the two of you HAD been searching around for two long hours.” Walter piped up, trying not to let anyone hear him. “I believe you two of you had earned a break, even if it is only for a few minutes!”
“Hey, yeah!” Ripper said with a grin before nodding a few times. “We had earned a break!”
Requiem stayed silent for a moment before stopping in her tracks. Ripper halted at this with his eyes lighting up in hope, thinking that Requiem had finally seen things his way.
“When we find Shane, you know that we will have no time for breaks.” Requiem said. “When that happens, we may have a war on our hands.”
Ripper’s smile vanished.
“Do you honestly think we would have time for breaks?” Requiem asked.
“Um, well, maybe not but…” Ripper started.
“Then, your argument is invalid.” Requiem said before walking off.
“Hey! I am not done talking here!” Ripper snapped while stomping his foot on the ground.
Requiem didn’t reply. She merely continued to walk on ahead leaving Ripper and Walter behind.
Ripper growled before walking off after her. “Who does she think she is?”
“That is actually a good question when you think about it.” Walter whispered. “I actually wish to know what she is thinking period.”
Ripper looked at the bat in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, out of all five of us, I had knew the least about Requiem.” Walter explained. “I mean I don’t mean to pry into a lady’s business but I pretty much know why you are here, why Necross is and even why Maxie had to be. However, even now, I don’t know anything about Requiem’s motives here.”
Ripper paused, realizing that the vampire bat was right. Scratching the top of his head in confusion, he pondered about all of the information he knew about Requiem.
“Well, I know how much she hate angels.” Ripper said.
“Forgive me but that doesn’t say that much considering that is what most of the demons’ motivations are.” Walter said while shaking his head.
“I guess…” Ripper muttered.
Meanwhile, Requiem continued to walk on ahead. She had a mission to help complete and she would intend do so. There was no time for distractions. Especially when the thought of revenge was at stake.
That was the reply of a male human as he sat down onto a bench with a close friend of him having a conversation.
Said human was a young man with a well-built body and hair and a beard in the colour of the night sky. His outfit consisted of a black hooded jumper that seemed to have the face of a glaring blue fox on it and over it was a blue jacket, though the sleeves seemed to have been ripped off. With a pair of jeans, he also wore grey and blue sneakers.
He was staring into the good eye of an anthro wolf clad in black and purple. Said eye was narrowed in determination.
“That’s right, Wild Fox.” Fenrir said sternly. “If you have me, I wish for you to teach me Ki.”
The bearded man paused for a moment. However, he quickly gave a small smile.
“But of course, Fenrir.” Wild Fox reassured. “Not only are you my friend but it is my duty as the leader of the WFP Training Facility to help train people.”
The wolf let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”
Wild Fox nodded his head. However, it quickly faltered a second later.
“Fenrir…” Wild Fox said softly, making the lupine look up. “I know that this is a painfully obvious question. But, is there any particular reason why you wanted me to teach you?”
The canine narrowed his good eye in determination with a nod.
“That is correct. I want you to teach me how to use powers like yours so I would be able to fend off against demons.” Fenrir said.
Wild Fox returned the glare and nod, understanding Fenrir’s feelings. Even the latter could see that, he still continued to speak.
“I mean I had played a part in inadvertently dooming my homeworld. There is no way I am not just going to sit back and not try to atone for my mistake knowing that the Ignis Sword is on Elarthe.”
He then gave a growl of anger.
“Besides, Necross was the one who revived you-know-who in the first place.” Fenrir said in pure contempt. “In other words, every bad thing that had happened to me could be all traced back to him.”
Wild Fox again nodded his head. No matter how kind of reasoning Necross may had for this goals, that still didn’t justified nearly killing two innocent youths who were clearly not a threat to him in any way. Such the thought made his stomach sick.
“Which is why I had came over to you to help you train me.” Fenrir explained. “Priscilla told me that you had been helped in the fight against Necross back in that Byako place.”
“That is correct.” Wild Fox said.
Fenrir nodded his head. “I know for a fact that your KI played a good part of it. I am not much of a weapon-fighter or a magic-user so if I wanted to be able to go face-to-face with Necross in an attempt to get back the sword, I need to learn how to use KI. Umm, it CAN be taught right?”
Wild Fox paused putting his hand on his chin. “Well, it depends. Remember, KI is actually concentrated spiritual energy so technically, ANYONE could use KI if they put enough diligence and patience in their training. However, that doesn’t mean KI would have the same attacks. It depends on the person and their fighting style. I could teach you on HOW to use the basics of KI but the rest you must forge on your own.”
Fenrir solemnly nodded his head, knowing this far too well. He remembered the last time he tried to fight with a style that was foreign to him. It literally cost him his eye.
Wild Fox then smiled. “But of course, seeing that you beat me in a fight once, I could genuinely see you have a lot of potential and may control your KI better than most newcomers.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate your support.” Fenrir said before looking at his hand. “I don’t want to just sit back helpless. Not after what happened.”
Wild Fox’s smile vanished as he watched the wolf focus all of his energy onto his hand. Even though Fenrir seemed to have somewhat stop his sulking mood, he still seemed down. Not once had Wild Fox seen him smile ever since he had gone off on his own. He couldn’t stand to see one of his friends mentally hurting like this.
Wild Fox was about to place a comforting hand on his shoulder and was about to convince him that everything would be all right.
That was when he picked something from the corner of his eye that made him freeze in his place with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
He was staring at two of the many people that were passing them. They were both teenagers nicely dressed in clothes that looked like there were posing for an old-fashioned photo shoot. On the male one’s shoulder was a small bat with a red ribbon around his neck.
Wild Fox stared on with wide eyes. Even with their completely different clothes, he had fully recognized both of the teenagers that were passing them by. He knew them far too well.
Still keeping his stunned eyes on them, he finally grabbed Fenrir’s shoulder and shook it slightly, catching the wolf’s attention.
“Hm? What is it, Wild Fox?” Fenrir asked.
The bearded man then pointed to the two with his free hand. “Do you see those two kids with the bat?”
Fenrir raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Wild Fox then narrowed his eyes. “I have reason to believe that they are Requiem and Ripper.”
Fenrir’s good eye bugged out when he heard this. “Seriously?”
“Shh!” Wild Fox scolded while putting his finger to his mouth. The two men then slowly looked on at the retreating children.
“Come on.” Wild Fox said, motioning with his hand. “There is a strong chance they may lead us to where they and the others are hiding out.”
Fenrir’s eyes widened in realization upon hearing this. If they knew where the demons were living in, they may go over with the others and form a plan to get back the Ignis Sword. Narrowing his good eye, he nodded his head to confirm that he agreed with his friend’s plan.
Wild Fox returned the nod before the two men got up from the bench and power walked after the two children while trying to get seen. Fortunately for the two of them, unless someone called them out, they should had no problem staying hidden from Requiem and Ripper.
The two children continued walking on, completely oblivious to their stalkers. They were too busy looking around. Or in Ripper’s case, too busy being miserable due to boredom. The demons then passed by a stall that was selling mirrors.
It was then Requiem absent-mindedly looked into one of them. While hers and Ripper’s reflections were seen, Walter’s wasn’t that clear at all. Nothing out of the usual, seeing that he was a vampire.
What WAS out of the usual was two familiar men making their way behind them. Neither of them looking happy in the slightest. It didn’t took her long to recognize the human.
Acting quickly, she grabbed Ripper’s arm with her free hand and ran forward, dragging the startled psychopath after him. A surprised Walter had to flap his wings to avoid falling off.
“H-Hey!” Ripper yelled.
“Quiet. Just keep moving.” Requiem instructed as they made their way over to an uphill slope.
Wild Fox and Fenrir watched with wide eyes as the teenagers ran off.
“Damnit! I think they noticed us!” Fenrir said, wincing in frustration.
“Just calm down.” Wild Fox instructed, trying not to raise his voice. “Keep up the pace but don’t do anything that make it obvious we are chasing after them.”
Fenrir nodded his head as they continued their pursuit. If people noticed two grown men stalking a couple of teens, they would immediately take the children’s side, no questions asked. However, that doesn’t mean that could let them get away.
Meanwhile, Walter looked back, wondering what was going on. His eyes widened when he saw Fenrir and Wild Fox following them.
“Oh dear…” Walter muttered. “I think a couple of Priscilla’s friends had recognized us.”
“What?” Ripper gasped before looking back to see indeed, two familiar people right behind them. “Oh, nuts!”
“Face forward.” Requiem instructed. “Follow me.”
Ripper actually didn’t needed to be told twice as he looked ahead while trying to keep up with Requiem. The only reason he wasn’t pulling away from Requiem and going to fight the two men himself was because that would reveal his true nature and if Necross had found out he had done that, he would be furious with the blue-haired youth and that would be a bad thing.
As for Requiem, she knew that she couldn’t outrun their chasers so she knew that she had to try a sneaky approach. After quickly, she led Ripper into a large, bustling crowd. As much as she hated being in large groups like this, she knew that she needed to escape Fenrir and Wild Fox.
“Pardon us.” Requiem said while pulling Ripper into the crowd.
Fenrir and Wild Fox watched with wide eyes as the demons disappeared into the crowd. They then looked at each other before narrowing their eyes in determination. Nodding their heads, they rushed over to the crowd and ran through trying to chase after them.
“Sorry, but we are in a hurry!” Wild Fox said trying to squeeze his way in.
“Pardon us!” Fenrir called out, following his friend.
“Hey, watch it!” A man snapped as Requiem and Ripper shoved past them.
“Kids these days!” An elderly woman muttered. “Always in a hurry!”
Despite the large amount of unhappy remarks they were getting, both parties mainly ignored them to keep their eye on either catching up or escaping. Though Wild Fox and Fenrir did mutter a few apologies.
Walter looked back to see how far they had gotten away from their pursuers. Much to his disdain, the two men were actually managing to catch up to them. The bat winced while looking around for a place for Requiem and Ripper to run off to.
Suddenly, Walter’s eyes had noticed something. Standing a good distance ahead of the crowd was a truck parked at the sidekick. However, it was what was inside the back of the vehicle that caught his eye was at least twenty barrels that were resting on top of a large metal bracket. Gears immediately started to turn inside of his head before his eyes lit up.
“I think I had gotten an idea to get rid of them.” Walter said, whispering into Ripper’s ear. “Just take advantage of the chaos and retreat!”
“Um, what chaos?” Ripper called out.
Walter then smirked. “Don’t worry. You shall find out soon enough.”
With that, he flapped his wings flying off of Ripper’s shoulder. The grey-skinned youth gave an annoyed yell but then quickly put his focus on trying not to let go of Requiem's hand. He wondered what Walter’s plan was.
Walter then flew off after the truck where the barrels were. He then quickly position himself behind the nearest barrel. Looking around, he wondered if there was another looking in his direction. When he had confirmed that he wasn’t being watched, he nodded his head.
“All right. I do hope for your sake that you people could dodge.” Walter said with a small smirk.
With that, he engulfed himself in a cloud of black smoke. A second later, he appeared in his vampire form. Wasting no time, he shoved his palms against the large bracket of barrels. Normally, that wouldn’t do that much but with his vampiric strength, it was child’s play for him to push it over off of the truck.
Everyone’s eyes bugged out before immediately stopping whatever they were doing to look in the direction of the loud noises, wondering what it was.. Much to their shock and horror, they all saw a large group of barrels rolling away.
Straight towards the large crowd.
Naturally, said crowd screamed in terror as they rushed away to the side so they wouldn’t get run over by any barrels. Even Walter who had turned back into his bat form stared in shock.
“Oh dear…” Walter frowned. “I didn’t wanted THAT many barrels to go off at once...”
Soon, the only people who haven’t running for their friends were Wild Fox, Fenrir, Requiem and Ripper. All four of them realizing that they had only seconds to prepare themselves.
“Come.” Requiem said while rushing forward and opening her parasol. Ripper immediately snapped out of his daze before running after her.
It was then the two youths had started to make their way through the barrel rampage. Ripper had began to hop on one and started to jump from barrel to barrel with surprising skill. Requiem on the other hand, merely held her parasol in front of her to swat away again barrels that were coming her way.
Wild Fox stared in shock for a moment before quickly looking behind them. He had quickly noticed that some people were lying on the ground and were struggling to get back up. It seemed that they had tripped over each other while fleeing for their lives.
He then narrowed his eyes before holding out his hand. Suddenly, a blue flame had appeared right in front of said hand. It then extended to a long, thin line. Wild Fox then closed his hand on the flames and immediately, they died turning into a Halberd.
“Fenrir! I’ll try to destroy the barrels before they don’t hurt any innocent people!” Wild Fox called out before readying himself. “You run off after them!”
“I’m on it!” The wolf said while narrowing his good eye before getting ready to sprint.
He then started to jump onto the barrel rampage just like Ripper and ran off after the two demons leaving Wild Fox by himself. The bearded man narrowed his eyes while getting into a stance.
He then proceeded to swing his axe downwards at a barrel with the blade burning in the same blue flame, breaking it instantly and spilling the contents onto most of his body. It seemed to be some kind of purple beverage with a strong aroma to it. It seemed to be wine.
Despite this, Wild Fox merely gritted his teeth and got ready for more destruction. Wild Fox then went proceeded to do the same to the rest of the barrels quickly slashing at any that came near him with surprising accuracy and speed. The crowd looked in awe as he continued to get himself drenched in wine, destroying the barrels in the process.
Soon, Wild Fox had managed to get the last of the barrels by slashing it straight down the middle getting a face full of purple wine. Immediately, he had started to cough out loud violently. He then started to pant heavily, mentally telling himself to relax seeing that all of the barrels were gone.
It was then his eyes bugged out when he had heard a loud noise. Turning his head, he saw that several people were looking at him while cheering. Obviously, they were more than impressed with his display.
“That was amazing, sir!” A feline woman said while clapping her hands together.
“My restaurant was in the way of those barrels!” An middle-aged waiter smiled. “If you didn’t came along, who knew what would happen?”
Wild Fox paused before scratching the back of his head. “It is all right. I just couldn’t let those barrels cause a bunch of property damage and hurt any people! I am just upset that I inconvenienced the owners of the barrels.”
Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization when he remembered what he was meant to do. Frantically looking around quickly, he saw that Fenrir, Requiem and Ripper were long gone. It seemed that they had already gone off a good distance ahead. He was about to go ask the cheering crowd where they had gone.
Then, he noticed something. A small black bat with a red ribbon around its neck flying backwards out of an alley. Said bat nodded its head while looking back before making their way up the hill. Wild Fox watched the whole thing with a blank face for a moment.
He then narrowed his eyes.
Fenrir growled, showing his sharp teeth while looking around angrily. After making his way over the barrels, he had dashed up after the demons to make sure that they didn’t escape his limited view.
Looking around frantically, he tried to make them out in the crowd. After all, they shouldn’t be that hard to spot. Unfortunately, after a quick scan, he found no one. Letting out another growl, he snapped his fingers.
“Damn it, they got away!” Fenrir lamented. “Now I have to ask around and hope people had seen them!”
With that, he ran off forward to what seemed like the best person to notice the two teenagers. It was a long shot but it was better than nothing.
However, he had failed to see notice blue hair poking out from behind a tall wicker basket. Ripper gave a triumphant smirk as he walked Fenrir walk away from him.
“Na na! You can’t find me!” Ripper said, showing his eyelid while sticking out his tongue.
“Well done, Ripper! You had successfully eluded him!”
Ripper jumped before turning his head to see Walter in his bat form flying over. However, despite seeing a close ally, the psychopath growled while not looking that happy to see him.
“You are too good at making chaos!” Ripper scolded.
Walter physically as if heavy sunlight shined in his eyes, knowing exactly what Ripper meant by that. He then let out a regretful sigh.
“My apologies, Ripper. I merely wanted just at least five and six barrels to go down. I didn’t knew ALL of them would roll down at once.” Walter insisted.
“Well, the point is that we lost that bad doggy.” Ripper muttered. He then looked around, quickly noticing what was missing. “Huh? Where’s Requiem?”
“She was too slow trying to keep up with you.” Walter said while shaking his head. “She had to duck into a nearby alleyway to make sure that Fenrir didn’t caught up to him. She asked me to look after you in case you needed any help evading Fenrir.”
“Oh. So when she will be back?” Ripper asked.
“She’ll say that she will find another way around so she could regroup with us here.” Walter explained. “Obviously we can’t have that bearded fellow spot her.”
“Yeah, that would be bad.” Ripper nodded. He then paused. “Walter?”
“Yes, Ripper?” The vampire asked.
“Seeing that we are here without Requiem, want to go eat some sweets?” Ripper asked with a grin.
Walter let out an exasperated sigh. “Fenrir is still in the area, Ripper…”
Requiem calmly made her way through an alleyway as if nothing big had just happened just now. In fact, the only thing that was on her mind was that Walter would keep Ripper out of trouble. Even though she knew that was wishing for too much seeing Walter literally can’t do a single thing to stop him. All she could hope was that Ripper had the common sense not to get spotted.
Ironically enough, she had failed to notice a certain blue and black-clad man standing behind her with a stern glare on his face. After noticing Walter flying out of the alley, Wild Fox knew for a fact that at least one of the youths were in there. Just like he expected, he found Requiem walking by herself.
It seemed that Wild Fox had once again had the element of surprise. All he had to do was to let Requiem lead her to Necross or at least until she says where he was currently residing at.
Requiem then made her around the corner. Wild Fox started to pick up the pace but not too fast so that he would accidentally cause some unwanted noise. This may be his only shot so he didn’t wanted to blow it. That was when he had made his way around the corner.
However, the moment he had done so, his instincts had immediately started to set off red lights inside of his head. Acting quickly, he swerved his head back. Just in time as he would had been stabbed in the throat by a sharp weapon. He then saw Requiem pointing her parasol dangerously close to his neck like a rapier.
Despite the deadly situation he was in, Wild Fox narrowed his eyes. “So you sensed my presence.”
Requiem stayed silent, not dropping her guard for a second. She then spoke out a reply.
“Yes, wine has a most strong smell.” Requiem replied. “Makes it impossible for anyone with a functioning nose not to notice.”
Wild Fox gave a small wince, mentalling scolding himself. How could he just forgotten that he was still coated with wine from head to toe?
“In any case, it seems that we had finally met face-to-face.” Requiem said.
“So we have.” Wild Fox said sternly.
The two then shared a hostile silence while staring into each other’s eyes. Even though this was technically their first meeting, they knew enough about each other to know that the both of them were deadly threats for their respective missions.
“Why?” Wild Fox asked softly.
Requiem merely stayed silent as Wild Fox elaborated on his response.
“Why do you wish to have war against the heavens?” Wild Fox questioned. “Why are you willing to hurt so many people?”
Requiem then slowly had her response. “Here is a better question. Why do you fight for the heavens?”
“Huh?” Wild Fox asked, blinking his eyes in confusion.
“Angels are nothing more than self-righteous, arrogant children with god complexes who turns their eyes on the surface world.” Requiem said sternly. “They do not care about anyone but themselves, let alone you and me.”
“That’s not true!” Wild Fox immediately snapped. “Most of the angels are not like that! In fact, Shane is trying to AVOID people that type of angel!”
“Too little… Too late…” Requiem said. “They had hurt far too many people.”
Wild Fox paused for a moment. “Like you?”
Requiem stayed silent before speaking. “I will just say that you are correct and leave it at that.”
“But Requiem, how do you know that the demons are so trustworthy?” Wild Fox challenged. “How do you know that they aren’t as selfish?”
Requiem again paused before giving her answer. “I won’t deny that there is a chance that you are correct. However… Necross is not like that at all.”
“How could you be so sure?” Wild Fox questioned sternly.
Requiem didn’t even bat an eye at the personal question. She merely calmly gave her response.
“Because I saw him at his weakest point.” The dark-haired said simply.
Wild Fox paused with his face falling, remembering what had happened between Necross and Sylvia when the treacherous Quartz had came out of nowhere and kidnapped her right before his eyes.
However, that actually made things worse because Necross was being blinded by rage and if the other demons were anything like this, then they were all acting on emotion alone.
“But then what?” Wild Fox challenged. “What will happen if you had killed Shane and destroyed heaven? What will happen THEN? Would it return your loved ones to me?”
“No… It wouldn’t.” Requiem admitted.
“Then what is the point?” Wild Fox asked.
Requiem stared at the man after he had gave his question. Much to his surprise, Requiem had lowered her parasol away from Wild Fox’s neck. Did his words actually got to her? Was she actually agreeing that their whole quest was pointless?
“You are correct. There is no point. Even if we win, nothing of value will be gained.” Requiem explained.
Wild Fox looked on with hope. “T-Then, you actually agree with me to stop this madness.”
Requiem lowered her head.
Wild Fox’s eyes widened a bit at this. “N-No?”
“Just because I admit that our revenge will have no point, I will not falter.” Requiem admitted.
Wild Fox stepped back, staring at the brightly-clad girl as if she was speaking in another language. “What… What do you mean?”
Requiem then looked up at the sky. “Sure, if heaven is destroyed and the world would be engulfed in darkness, it would cause more than a little trouble for a lot of people. But I have to ask, would it create THAT much pain to the world?”
“H-Huh?” Wild Fox asked.
“You were in the same homeworld of me. Surely you can’t be blind to all of the evil of the world.” Requiem said. “Poverty, greed, hatred, arrogance, corruption. The way I see it, the world is already engulfed in darkness.”
Wild Fox stayed silent, taking all of Requiem’s words to his mind. Requiem then continued her dark speech.
“True love. Power of friendship. There are nothing more than the desperate cries of a weeping child.” Requiem said. “You claim that we are going to be bringing the apocalypse but I believe that the people are slowly creating it themselves. The only difference is that the angels will not sit up in their high thrones anymore and will be forced to share said pain with us.”
Wild Fox stared with wide eyes and a slack jaw at Requiem’s response. What? What could have possibly happened to her that made have such a grim outlook on the world?
“So in conclusion, there is more or less only one thing to earn from our quest.” Requiem said. “But there is nothing to gain from cancelling it.”
Wild Fox stayed silent for a moment. He then hanged his head while looking at the ground.
“I wouldn’t deny that I can’t see where you are coming from. You are right. There is evil in the world. A lot of people will do horrible things for no reason at all.” Wild Fox admitted.
However, he then looked up with a determined glare on his face.
“However, that doesn’t mean the world is completely black and white! Sure, the evil is growing but there are people who are trying to stop it!” Wild Fox admitted. “Even if they get hurt, they still keep on moving on! Sometimes, said horrific experience actually made their stronger! It doesn’t matter if there can never stop being evil in the world. As long as they are decent people to balance it out and even try to stop it!”
Requiem stared at Wild Fox for a moment.
“You are indeed a fool.” She said.
Wild Fox merely shook his head. “Maybe I am. But at least I could see both sides.”
Requiem then got into a stance that wielders of rapiers use.
“This conversation was nothing more than a waste of time.” She said. “I assume that you are not going to surrender Shane’s hiding place.”
“No.” Wild Fox said, narrowing his eyes. “And I assume that you are not going to tell me where your leader, Necross is.”
“No.” Requiem said.
Wild Fox let out a deep sigh while looking down. With his eyes on the ground, he waved his arm, summoning a flicker of blue flames which quickly changed shape into his Halberd. Quickly grabbing it, he got into a stance.
“I really wish that it didn’t had to be this way.” Wild Fox said before narrowing his eyes. “But a lot of my friends had gotten hurt by your and allies’ actions so far and if I just let you be, you would cause a lot more grief for them. I will get the answer out of you, one way or another.”
“And I wish to get eliminate any threats to our cause.” Requiem said.
The two people had readied their respective sharp weapons while glaring into each other’s eyes.