In a dark alley a girl watch as LAH members forcefully altered a friend of hers. They first injected him with nanobots that slowly altered his insides. Another grabbed his head and cut it off with a laser, then cutting it open to remove the brain and transfer his memories over to an artificial brain. He was pratically taken apart and put back together as a machine. When the LAH member stepped towards the girl there was a sudden explosion that shredded one of the LAH members into shrapnel. On the other end of the alley stood Sayuka with her arm cannon. "Leave her alone!" She said and then opened her mouth where a blue ball of light began to form. Then a LAH member yelled: "Crap! She is charging." In that moment Sayuka shot a beam that cut through the LAH members like a razor through butter. Afterwards no LAH members were left and only metal scrap surround the girl who was attacked. "Come. They might still have you targeted. I will bring you to a safe house." Sayuka said and picked up the girl. She carried her to a safe house that belonged to the bounty hunters.

Safe houses, places controlled by the bounty hunters that have arisen to try and take out the LAH. Within one of these remained a girl leaning against a wall. Rumors have it that she is heartless, or possibly even she was born without a soul. A member of the bounty hunters that looks like the enemy. Cyverus Acor and her one blank eye that starred over the people day after day. Never did she go on any mission by choice, instead waiting for one to tell her where to go or what to do. If any member asked for her support she would go without the slightest complaint. An obedient tool as long as if she can gather the logic in supporting her choice. For now, aiding the bounty hunters meant her survival, therefore no questions needed to be asked and objectives just needed to be completed.

After time passed, a female member would enter, another girl with her to be protected from the LAH. The people who were not bound by the conflict would still be attacked, so they would be brought here by the members who found them. Cyverus Acor had a habit for naming the different members by their attack types. The member that just entered she named 'Cannon', however when it comes to confrontation she never uses these names. More or less she only uses the names to know what her allies are capable of, and what battle tactics would be of use if one arose.

Black jacket stirring in the wind a man enters the streets from his house. Carrying a sword with three blades a smirk crosses his lip at the evil surrounding him and then he laughs. His laugh not cheery or happy but cold and horrifying making you doubt yourself as you hear it. Stopping laughing he continues on suddenly noticing a vehichle swerving off the road heading toward some civilians. Instinively moving to what his training taught him Avon leaped in front of the car stabbing his three bladed sword into the ground the car moves a couple feet forward then the front end folds in on itself from the force of the impact.

Cutting off the roof of the car he looks inside astonished at what he sees the people inside the car were mostly robotic with multiple tools to modify others. Revolted at the whole thing Avon cuts the bodies the equipment and the car apart in quick succesion. "Blood and ashes!" he says before a man walks up to him and whispers into his ear that these people were just begining and that they had to be stopped. Then slipping a map into Avons pocket the man vanishes as if he never existed. "A great way to start eliminating evil this group then whatever else I need to to purge this world of evil."he says smirking the whole time.

Entering a building labeled on the map as safe house Avon notices three girls in it. Recognizing at least Sayuka from the arena he mutters "thats what this is about." before silently moving to a couch and sitting down.

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Zeal "more losses to report?" he asks the man entering as the man slowly nods, Zeal sigh and asks "Why can't people just learn to accept you my lord?"
Looking over to his battlesuit "soon" he whisper's "soon." Looking at the other members we need more people who can run battlesuits he thinks "target the arena fighters." He orders. Knowing the two reasons why he was put in charge his loyalty to the cause and the fact that he could use a battlesuit the members begin to prepare and get organized. Grabbing one of the members he tells him " find me anything out about the member we lost that could use the battlesuit Cyverus Acor." Sighing he puts his hand on his face chuckles plans coming into his head of what he coul do with some of the arena members. Suddenly a snarl crosses his face as he remembers about Avon Silv. "ne more thing" Zeal says "if you capture Avon Silv kill him he doesn't deserve to be turned to our gracious god." "or bring him to me to kill ." He adds as a second thought.

The nearly invincible blade fluttered under the light, capturing it perfectly until it seemed to be pulsing. Changing colors and reverberating, its heart beating to the lights which flickered overhead. Delirious, sickening, and broken, the room was in a chaos of blackness, neon, and strobes. Which way was up? Which way was down? It was hard to tell. A black figure glided across the glistening floors, two blades clutched at its sides, creating a whirlwind as it cut through the air, slicing through the targets like they were air. Quietly, quickly, except for the music that played in the background. "Put on something with a beat," Nyromi had told Gregory, the family's butler, before she stepped into her privately built training room. She flipped her helmet down, "it helps me concentrate." Eight, nine, the last target was ahead. Nyromi twisted her body and slid her foot out in front of her, propelling one of the blades from her hand like a missile. It twisted and flipped through the air, a shard of broken glass so perfectly shaped and sculpted. So deadly. It sunk into the target. Ace, right in the middle. It sunk all the way down to the hilt before coming to a stop. The only sound that was made on impact was a tiny and sudden chop. Ten.

"Would you like something to drink Ms. Tsunada?" Her butler asked her, as she walked out of the room where she stored her battlesuit. She rubbed a towel at the back of her light blonde curls, so blonde they were almost white.

"No," she told him with a small smile. "I'm fine... Tell dad I'm going out for a walk." Of course, going out for a walk meant taking a stroll about her family's estate. She was allowed to wander, of course, just like any other girl her age. Though she knew her father didn't enjoy it. Things had just been too dangerous recently. She hated making him worry, even if she assured him numerous times that she'd be just fine. "Ah," she sighed, as she sat at the edge of the fountain, which bubbled in the middle of her garden. She took a sip of her water bottle. "So relaxing," she put her hands beside her and leaned backwards slightly, her eyes trained on the sky and clouds. Something caught her interest, circling around up above. A battlesuit? She wondered. She had been leaning back so far that she lost her balance, and before she knew it she was tumbling back into the crystal clear spring water. Her gray tracksuit was completely soaked. Everything was completely soaked. She was sitting in the middle of the fountain's pool like it was her bathtub, eyes wide in shock. After the initial coldness sunk in, however, she just gave into the water, lying in it and letting herself melt with it. She loved the rush and excitement that came with her battlesuit and the arena and the fighting, but this peacefulness was nice too. Her attention went back to the sky, as she floated on her back, the fountain pouring onto her like rain, but whatever was there before... was now gone.

"They injected him with something that make him change, then they cut his head off and removed his brain, turning his head into something mechanical!" The girl who Sayuka had saved said. "He then had a look on his face and in his eyes that told me that he wasnt the person I knew and he was about to get me with those other robots or cyborgs or whatever they were." "He is dead now and cannot be changed back. I am a cyborg myself but wasnt changed by them. It was an accident where I went too far with my battlesuit which permanently altered my body." Sayuka said. "Get some rest. You are safe here." Sayuka then leaned against the wall and thought about the fact that she only looked human but under her skin she was a machine with human memories and emotions.

Zeal watching preperations being done admires the simple wodurfulness of his body. Excact copies of all major organs of a human body and only his brain still human. I have a report of the total number of people we have here. Looking at the report a smile crosses his face "thank you lord for giving me the tools to make my dream of you a reality." he says. Then barking orders with a air of bravado " Target all people who live in building around the arena less people in the building the higher priority."

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"Well as for interesting this really isn't that interesting" Avon says aloud as an after he adds less loudly then the first time "I don't really trust everyone here." Walking towards the door Avon shivers randomly then touching the hilt of his sword he opens the door "While we are in here I they are doing what I came here to stop them from doing and I can't stop them while i'm in here." Leaving the house Avon slowly walks out of the house pausing to see if anyone follows. A bad feeling creps over him, one thought crosses his mind I want my battlesuit as soon as possible.