Bellona Gray's Story

Trevor was beginning to regret not wearing the C-Frame for this. The Box Weapon was still in its "box" form, a black cube strung along a chain on his wrist. He contemplated lowering the restriction and invoking it.

Probably a bad idea in the middle of moving through a time vortex.

Travelling through the twirling black-blue void of space-flame towards the bright white light of the past wasn't exactly a pleasant experience, at least for him. When he did "land" with the others, he felt queasy. The sun was high overhead in the sky, bright and luminescent, its rays stabbing down at him with a vengeance. His vision was tinted with red along the edges, and a high-pitched monotonous beep was ringing his ears.

"Ugh," he sighed, shaking his head a few times. These adverse sensations lasted but for a few moments before his body adjusted itself to this new bearing. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and with it banishing the remainder of his post time-travel grogginess. If only they could have arrived at night, when the moon reigned king of the skies, instead of this sun. Oh well.

Trevor looked around, noting his surroundings. Dead blackened trees formed a circle around them. The poor things lay on their sides, overturned, pointing away from them, stripped of any and all foliage. In fact, there was no greenery to be spotted in the entire area, as if they stood amidst the aftermath of a nuclear explosion. Looking down at his feet, he noted the shallow crater they stood in. There was a large circular pattern of intricate design etched onto the ground, proof of their arrival in a time and place where they weren't supposed to exist.

With a look of tranquil boredom upon his face, Trevor glanced at each of his fellow travelers in turn. Asteroid. Quasar. Comet. Star. Dark Matter. He counted his flame type as well—Moon. They were the Rizzo family's foremost ring bearers. Powerful guardians of the household and its head: Kurai Rizzo, wielder of the Space flame. They were here today to do battle with their past counterparts; respectively: Thunder, Storm, Rain, Mist, Cloud, and Sun. The traditional and prominent flame types... well for the next few decades, at least.

Finally, his eyes came to rest upon a girl who stood in the middle of their cohort. Her posture just screamed "leader". Her name was Kurai Rizzo, the Rizzo family's head, and was the one Trevor had sworn his undying loyalty to—well, at least in his head. He never said it out loud or anything.

Upon meeting her gaze, he nodded slightly. He was ready. Their team had descended from the future. They had superior flame types. They were armed with knowledge of events those of this time couldn't even begin to fathom. He had his C-Frame. Donovan, Asteroid, could control momentum. Kurai had her insane Box Weapon arsenal. Bellona, Quasar, could make things explode. Yami, Dark Matter, could steal opposing flames.

This was going to be so overkill. They required but a small subset of their current team to crush these enemies. In fact, Trevor could probably do it on his own. Even if they were the Vongola—their tales the stuff of legends back in the future—there was no way they could win here and now!

Trevor's gaze drifted off to the side, an idea forming in his mind.

Kurai passed by her Rizzo elders with a look of power, and initiative.. and because of that, the elders nodded in satisfication, but they hid fear within their old eyes. She was proclaimed leader a while back after the death of her father... and now she was finishing the last of her father's request. Stepping down into a protected room, she stood near her familga, glancing at all of them, hoping for the best.
"We're ready.." A man outside the room stated, as he stared at the group with worry.
But as calm as she can be, Kurai closed her eyes as her black flames overwhelmed all that was near. Her black flames flickered, before sucking them all in, to where she desired. The past. The day which held the beginning of her plan. and the beginning of the new Vongola. As she felt her powers consume her, she watched memories flicker behind her eye lids, giving her both bad and welcoming memories.
though It didn't matter to her anymore anyways, everything was going to change.. or so she hoped.... And at the peak of power, she felt her mind slip away...

"Father... why did you call for me..?" She asked quietly, her eyes shadowed by the darkness of the room. A man, sat upon a bed, but was barely visible in the shadows, and with a husky voice he spoke. "The Vongola...do you know of them Kurai..?" Her eyes hardened at the familiar name, and she nodded curtly in response. "Of course.." She trailed a tiny finger across a scar which imbedded itself in her neck and down her chest.. The bane of her body. The sign of failure..
Her father remained quiet and finally as if he came to a conclusions, he spoke... "Then on this day, after you become the leader... you shall travel back in time to-" His voice became a whisper... and she nodded once more in confirmation. "Alright."


Blue eyes fluttered open, as her senses returned to her. Her fingers twitched, while her feet landed on sturdy ground.
Yes, that was her goal her father gave her. But now it was merely a memory and she hardly remembered strangely enough.. Nevertheless, it was a mission.
Feeling a cold breeze rush past her, she noted the looks of the past to be very clean, unlike her present. Though she dismissed the notice, and instead looked around, taking roll call for all those who followed. She saw the other three, Yami, Treavor, and of course Bellona.
She nodded pleased with the results, but felt her own self trip a bit. Causing her to huff frustratingly. Sending multiple people was a bit too much, even for her, so she was a bit.. weak at the moment. Though it was no problem~! 'No one will know anyways'

Straightening up, she let a "pure" smile pull at her lips, while her eyes glistening with an unreadable but obviously happy emotion. We're here.." Kurai murmured happily, as if she was a normal girl... and After she has spoken the last of her words, she took in a deep breath and inhaled the new, clean air. How nice, The vongola got to stay in such a lovely area. 'Well not very soon~' She felt her smile broaden wickedly. How long has she awaited for this day~

Neatly, she pulled the collar of her black jacket, and brushed her long creme colored hair back in a comfortable position. Her two loose braids dangled along her shoulder, cover the scar that peeked from her jacket, which pleased her even more. Today was a great day for her...or well it seems to be. 'Hopefully it'll remain this way.' Spotting the castle, peeking out and above the trees, she stared in calculation, her eyes dimming with seriousness, yet her smile remained. Pity they couldnt get any closer to the celebration...it would be a bit too risky, but what does it matter now. 'If they were smart..they would have saw it- or sensed it by now.'

Deciding to put her foot down, she scanned her members. "We should start the plan.. if the Vongola were as they were in the past, they should be already at an alert." She stated with a voice of a normal girl, but it dripped with seriousness and power.
How odd was it, for what appeared to be a little girl, to be commanding others without breaking a sweat. It would have been laughed at here, But the people in her present time knew her power and the people in this time will soon know of the Rizzo's. Their Power. Their Strength. A light yet wicked giggled escaped her lips, but she held it back with a stifle. 'Soon~..' And it may seem arrogant and foolish for her to be so laid backed about a raid... but she trusted her Familga more then anything. They were all strong in there own way, and even if they didnt trust her or didnt like her, she allowed her life to be in their hands. She glanced at Treavor, the moon flame, and nodded. Suddenly however, Kurai's boxes rumbled, one in peculiar sounded like a roar, but it was deathly quiet. The power from it though, seemed to tremble over her skin. Gently patting the box, she waited for a response from the others.

[Sorry I took the post from the old rp, so its a bit crappy ><]

Bellona was standing in the desired room when Kurai entered. Automatically, Lona went from irritated to overly happy in a matter of seconds. The girl's beloved boss was safe and that made her purr in delight. As Kurai's flames engulfed the room, Bellona couldn't help but bounce happily. She was chosen, by the boss herself, to accompany her on the trip. Nothing made the Quasar flame happier than her boss, after all.

She couldn't help but notice when Kurai tripped after they landed however. She bit back a snarl, knowing how much energy her boss used to move just the four of them. She wanted to take her savior boss and lock her away, where nothing in the world would ever hurt her, but she couldn't. So she had be the strongest flame, so she could always be the one coming to Kurai's rescue. Lona shook her head inwardly. "Like boss actually needs someone to protect her. She's so strong." Lona thought happily.

Bellona slipped over to Kurai and giggled, laying her head on the shorter girl's. "Neee, can I make something explode today~? I promise I'll be clean about it~" She cooed, her own box, strapped to her belt, rumbled excitedly at the sound of good boom. She shushed the silly thing before leaning over Kurai to look her in the eyes. She loved being freakishly tall sometimes.

"Please boss~ I've been bored all day!" She pleaded, the psychotic grin never leaving her face. "Even my baby boy, Canvas, is pleading today~ Just a tiny explosion~? I'll behave the rest of the day, promise! Kekeke!" She asked once more, pulling away from Kurai to stand up straight. Hopefully, she'd be allowed to use her newest creation, a new version of an old smoke bomb she had from when she was smaller. She spun the circular bomb on her pointer finger, looking at Kurai expectantly.

Trevor looked up at the sky, thoughts drawn inexplicably to the cold void of space beyond it. The sun, locking the earth in its elliptical orbit, overcoming the moon at each and every turn. Eerily poetic. He took a deep breath, grimacing ever so slightly, lips pursed. You'd have to know Trevor to realize his facial expression had changed at all.

Something was wrong. Okay, something wasn't wrong, per say, but something was... happening. To him. Though impossible to notice by simply looking at him, Trevor realized his knees were shaking. His palms were sweaty. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, like a racehorse pounding down the pavement. It was all very odd. He hadn't experienced anything like this since...

Well, since he fought his first alien three or so years ago, when he was nine. It's your purpose. He remembered one of the scientists from the facility telling him. It is the sole reason for your existence. A weapon for humanity. For the Rizzo. But now he was here. Back in the past. To fight the Vongola of legend that he'd read so much about growing up as a proverbial lab rat.

What was this? Anxiety, maybe? Or... perhaps a desirous craving. An ardent and fervent need to see these historic beings, the Vongola, in the flesh. To judge their might for himself. Were they truly as great as the legends make them out to be, or was it simple hyperbole? Still, no matter how good, he just couldn't fathom them winning this conflict. They were just too... old.

Trevor turned his back on the others, shoving his hands into the pockets of his deep black suit pants, the gentle lustrous fabric coming down to rest lightly upon the ankles of his dark gray and silver gym shoes. He wasn't a fan of dress shoes. They had a tendency to fall off whilst he was piloting his C-Frame, his anti-alien combat armor and only box weapon. Plus, they were generally uncomfortable, even in the future.

Under his unfastened Jacquard-stitched suit jacket, black enough to match his debonair dress pants, was a collared shirt, a rich resonant gray in color. Tucked in, top unbuttoned. The dress shirt matched his eyes and the color of his Moon flame perfectly. A gaunt black tie had been fastened under his collar by his keepers, but he'd loosened it with his fingers the moment he was free, leaving it to hang almost awkwardly to the side, its tail flapping ever so slightly in the wind. He really disliked ties. They were relics of the past—like little choking devices. Bleh.

Top met bottom at the belt area, where Trevor sported a custom-made black leather belt featuring the Rizzo family insignia on the buckle. The look was completed by a thin dark gray fabric that sat upon his shoulders, like a scarf, descending from his shoulder down to the small of his back. It was a gift he'd received from Donovan, the Asteroid guardian, a while back. It was made of a fireproof future material that, when heated, changed colors—usually to a flat light purple. Gifts were a rare thing for Trevor, so he treasured each and every one. Specifically, he wore the scarf everywhere he could get away with it.

All in all, his garb was an unorthodox mix of the urban and the dapper. He thought he looked stupid, all dressed up and what not, but he'd been told he looked "like a real Rizzo". And Kurai liked it. It's the only reason he tolerated the annoying getup.

Finally, he made up his mind. Kurai had given no constricting orders limiting his actions before they arrived here, so she shouldn't mind him running ahead to test the waters. Trevor gritted his teeth, drawing on that seemingly infinite ball of fire inside of his body. In the future, their Rizzo gear had been implanted into them. There were no external rings to call upon or squabble over. The Rizzo embodied their flames in every conceivable way.

The power jumped at his beck as metal to magnet, filling him with a milky lofty feeling, as if he were floating in a lukewarm liquid of similar temperature to his body. It was the Moon's power. He could definitely feel it now—emanating as pale gray flame from his forehead and hands. He took a step forward, the tails of his suit and scarf picking up with the wind, flowing behind him, a testament to his urbane demeanor. Before he could accidentally burn his suit pockets with gray flame, he whispered a command under his breath.

"C-Frame, feed restriction to level 2 approved." Upon his wrist, tied to a chain, was a small black cube. At his words, a dim light seemed to radiate from its center. Suddenly, the cube was engulfed by gray flames, starting out light in color like Trevor's Moon flames but becoming darker and darker by the second. It was a sign of his box weapon powering on. "Enter Carnage Mode."

And at that, Trevor Rizzo disappeared.



"I understand and greet you back, lightning guardian."

Before the conversation could continue, the atmosphere in the room changed dramatically, drawing notice from all of its occupants. In the center of the grand auditorium, a few yards from each of the Vongola guardians, a darkish-gray wisp of flame appeared, as if someone had set off a torch on the ground. As the flame grew longer, reaching towards the ceiling, circles of flame, similar in color to the wisp they encircled, began to appear. Two... four... six rings of flame, roughly equidistant from each other, lay spread across the ground.

In the same moment, the rings of fire exploded outward, the dark gray wisp expanding into a vortex of flame, like a miniature tornado. When the edges of the flame vortex reached the perimeter of the outermost ring, it suddenly contracted, as if sucked in by a vacuum, before vanishing altogether.

In place of the vortex was a... thing. It rested upon the floor, hunched forward, one knee upon the ground, as if genuflecting to some unknown god. For a moment, thick black smoke wafted from the thing, obscuring the area before dissipating to reveal the intruder. It was an all black, bulky thing, like a medieval suit of armor come to life. Slowly, the armor began to stand. It was tall. Darkish-gray flames emanated from it in waves. Like some sort of magnetic repulsion, they pushed at everyone in the room. Those closer to the creature could feel a sort of dampening effect in respect their flames, as if they were slowly being negated out of existence.

Where its eyes should have been, there was only a horizontal neon red arc. With a creak, it came to its full height—a bit more than six feet. It angled its head, looking upwards towards the ceiling in a silent howl of triumph, the flames surrounding it becoming thicker and more overwhelming, their influence reaching further.

And then it its gaze fell upon the nearest of the Vongola ring-bearers. Inside of the suit, Trevor almost grinned. Almost.

It was nothing personal. He'd make this quick.

When being sucked through a time vortex, there are a couple of things one should never do like reaching outside the tunnel or moving in general. While the other guardians seemed to understand this pretty well, Donovan ignored the rule entirely, floating around in the weightless tunnel like he owned the place and almost falling out several times. It had only been moments since the Rizzo family had chosen him to travel with them in time and even if he didn't agree with the reason why, he wasn't going to question his family. Besides, this could turn out to be a grand adventure.

One by one, the guardians descended from the sky in a brilliant flash of light, each landing onto the blackened soil. The first to fall was Donovan himself, his extra speed smashing a small crater in the ground.
“Well, that could have been more graceful.” He muttered, pulling himself out of the hole. After shaking off the dirt and grass from his hair, Donovan scanned the surroundings. They were surrounded by forest, or at least what used to be a forest, the trees were black and ripped from the ground. He made a mental note that trees do not like time travel. Away from the forest was a large mansion, the location of their targets.

Though he had never met a Vongola before, he’d heard stories from Trevor. Tales of heroics and victory against all odds! His favorites were the tales of Gokudera, the holder of the Storm Ring. It was said his attacks were relentless, never stopping once until his opponent was dead and when the body was recovered, it was just bits and pieces that had to be swept up. The speed of his dynamite still sent chills through Donovan’s body.

More of the guardians began to arrive through the vortex. First came Bellona, the insane chick with an unhealthy obsession to the boss. Bellona made Donovan feel uneasy, not “She’s kind of creepy” uneasy but “I’m going to castrate you for no apparent reason and make you explode” uneasy. He made sure to keep a wide berth from her in case she decides to use him as target practice again.

Next came Yami, possibly one of the three only normal members of the group. He is extremely optimistic and wants to be friends with everyone, something Donovan wholeheartedly accepted. He liked Yami, even if he did have the common sense of a pole.

When Trevor landed, Donovan couldn't help but smile. They had become close friends in the past few weeks of being guardians, even if Trevor didn't acknowledge it, and to Donovan he was his little brother. His hand wandered to the long strip of pink flesh on his chest, courtesy of training with the kid. ‘I just hope he can keep it under control this time.”

Finally, the boss herself landed, albeit not as gracefully as the others, a fact that Donovan couldn't help but chuckle at. Kurai Rizzo didn't look like a commanding figure with her pink hair and innocent face but Donovan learned from experience not to judge a book by its cover. She was the holder of the Space for a reason and the fact that she could actually create a time vortex was astounding on its own. Donovan held the utmost respect for her.

Suddenly, a large burst of power erupted from beside him and disappeared in an instant. Donovan sighed softly. “God damn it Trevor, the one time you actually take the initiative is the time I wanted to go first.” This was, of course, every time. “Well, I’m not going to let that little pipsqueak hog the spotlight!” He roared, launching himself off the hill towards the castle. At the speed he was going, a normal person would break every bone in their body upon landing.

But Donovan Shmautz wasn't a normal person. A normal person wouldn't be coated in maroon flames rocketing through the air towards a castle to help his friend who just so happens to have a mech. With the castle closing in, Donovan cocked his arm back an threw an iron palla at the wall. Upon impact, the wall crumbled into rubble on the ground as the palla bounced back into his outstretched hand. A brown streak shot through the opening, landing on the ground without a sound. He shot a cocky grin at Trevor.

“C’mon little bro, you didn't think you’d start without me, did you?”

Kurai blinks as she felt a soft hand lay on her head. "Neee, can I make something explode today~? I promise I'll be clean about it~" Bellona. She looked directly at her eyes and couldn't help but smile. The explosive follower, who she knew had strange desires to take her away, but Lona knew her place- somewhere in her consicous.. Kurai, however, couldnt help but feel extremely loved by the quesor flame. It filled parts of her loneliness along with the other 3. This women had an extreme obsession though. It was all in her eyes..

"Please boss~ I've been bored all day!" She pleaded, the psychotic grin never leaving her face. "Even my baby boy, Canvas, is pleading today~ Just a tiny explosion~? I'll behave the rest of the day, promise! Kekeke!"

Her eyes closed in a smile and she nodded. "Of course..besides everyone else seems excited as well~" She glanced at the spot both Trevor and Donovon had been. "Have all the fun you want. Besides the vongola need to know of our power~" The kind smile turned into a wicked one- for just a moment. "Be good though~" She tip toed slightly and patted the women's hair affectionately. "kay?"

Taking a cute step back, she peered back at Yami. One of the sane ones. Supposedly. People believe so, defiantly in the future. But she came across situations of where people would beg her for Yami to back off. He was just to kind.. 'Its cute.' Kurai giggles to herself. "Follow when you're ready Yami~" Plucking her box from her belt, she felt a purr vibrate against her palm. "Now you're free." Pushing her ring within the center, she watched a black jaguar appear, its tail whipping happily...

Now most would scream and run in fear as the beast had long fangs and enough power to kill in a swipe. But the girl merely took a step forward and caressed its large head. "Sorry.." She whispers and received a rawr of forgiveness. "Now take me to them." She swung on its back and felt the creature leap off in a burr of speed... She closed her eyes..

-
within a couple of minutes she arrived and she opened her eyes, her mouth drawing to a smirk. "Hello Vongolas.." Her voice dark for a second.

Leaping off the beast, she stood innocently near them, and quickly looked at all of them with a clear and pure eyes. "Its nice to finally meet you." She added on thoughtfully in a sweet voice.

Samuel was first confused about Josei comment. Samuel never seen why men shouldn't fight women. Growing up his mother was much more fierce than his father and could pack a whole lot more punch. Josei left with the big suit of armor and Ai followed not far behind as the big guy blasted through the wall.
Samuel turned back to Bellona "Are you strong? I make it a point not to fight anyone who can't fight back."
"Wait I get it men shouldn't fight women because women have an unfair advantage in strength!" he said reaching the obviously wrong conclusion.

"Are you strong?" Kurai blinked and stared at the man. The expression she held was soft and innocent like, but her mind was full of cruel intentions. "What a stupid question, of course I am~" She smiled like it was nothing but was stuck when another one came, hand offered. to her..?

"Hi. I'm Josei. Nice to meet you." She looked down at his hand for a moment, and felt one brow raise in question. What was wrong with these vongolas.. Were these really the ones her father told her to kill and eliminate?

"Geez man. Men can't fight against girls. It's a secret rule don't yah know. 'Sigh' Let's try our hand at these two guys if you really want to fight." The corners of her lips twitched and she suddenly grinned. "How funny~..." She murmured before throwing her head in the air, letting a hysterical laugh leave her. Tiny bell like chimes resounded. "How funny! This is the vongola family." Kurai giggled. "I wonder If i should feel disappointed~" She glanced at the leader with judgement, then turned to the rest.

The Mist. The Storm. The Sun. The Thunder. And finally. The sky~

The presence of the rival leader seemed to sicken her mind and soul. It irritated her to no end, almost to the point where she forgot the rest of the vongolas but she was still in enough focus to side step from trevors nearby attack. That's what training did to you.. Wonder if these kids got what it takes?

"Well lets show the vongola a warm welcome~" Kurai announced the starting of the fight, eying each of every one of them with a warning and finally the leader. 'You're mine..' Taking calm steps, her power seethed off her and she laid a hand on her box weapon. Within seconds, she pulled out her staff and she smiled at Jayson. "Are you ready~!?"

The Vongola certainly didn’t look like much. The most intimidating of them all was a blonde kid and that’s only because he was the loudest of the bunch. The sad thing was he couldn’t even start a fight with three of them because they were girls. He didn’t believe in striking a woman unless it was self-defence, then it was fair game. With a careful eye he analyzed his opponents.

As he turned to their leader, Donovan felt his heart skip in his chest. ‘She’s….she’s really cute,” he thought, his face darkening to a light pink. He tried to remember what the debriefing had said about her before they came. ‘Uh, let’s see…if that’s the boss then her name is Jayson! What else, what else….oh, right, sky flames. Crap, what do they do again? Something about compasses?’. Donovan racked his brain, trying to remember, but to no avail. He’d have to keep a close eye on her, if nothing else then to check out her butt.

Next was the redhead. A confusing person, Donovan couldn’t tell if it was a guy or a girl. The bored expression didn’t help to clarify the point. He hoped it was boy though, that way he could start a fight. His gaze drifted to the purple-haired girl just in time to be blinded by a bright light. When the light subsided, they were surrounded by hitmen. A large smile spread across his face, “Finally, we can get to the good part.” Donovan said, fishing two iron palla from his coat.

As he cocked his arm, a large blast of energy rippled through the room, vaporizing every hitman. Donovan sighed and tossed his balls in the air impatiently. “Dammit Trevor, I was planning on showing off for our new friends,” he said with a wink to Jayson, “especially you.” A nervous glance was cast towards Kurai, she definitely wouldn’t approve of him snuggling up to the Vongola, even if it was just a playful tease.

When the blonde kid asked if they were strong, Donovan almost burst out laughing. This kid had no idea of the power Kurai possessed, he actually felt a bit of pity at how naïve he was. A soft, masculine voice reached across the room. "Geez man. Men can't fight against girls. It's a secret rule don't yah know. 'Sigh' Let's try our hand at these two guys if you really want to fight." Donovan smiled, he liked this kid. If he survived the upcoming battle, they just might become friends.

As he and Trevor walked outside, he turned his attention to the other male in the room, Samuel. Maybe he was wrong, maybe this kid was actually a combat genius and just wanted Trevor gone to maximize his flames potential- "Wait I get it men shouldn't fight women because women have an unfair advantage in strength!" Donovan face-palmed, ‘I retract my previous thought,’ he snickered, striding over and placing an arm around Samuel’s shoulders. “Listen, buddy. I’m going to be completely serious with you, man to man, if you fight her you’re going to be blown into tiny pieces. You don’t stand a snowballs chance in hell against her, instead, listen to your friend there and face me, I guarantee I won’t disappoint.”

Releasing his opponent, Donovan walked through the hole Trevor had previously made, beckoning the other guardians to follow. He pointed to Jayson and Kurai. “I think we might want to go outside, shits about to hit the fan in here,” he cast a longing look at Jayson, “and boss, don’t hurt her too bad. I think I’ve got a shot with that one.” He shot a cocky wink at Vongola leader. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill them.”

Samuel looked over the slim figured pretty boy that had put his arm around him.“Listen, buddy. I’m going to be completely serious with you, man to man, if you fight her you’re going to be blown into tiny pieces. You don’t stand a snowballs chance in hell against her, instead, listen to your friend there and face me, I guarantee I won’t disappoint.” said the pretty boy.
Samuel replied "Well naturally I'd get pulverised, same as if I fought my Mom, my grand-mother, or Jayson. See they're all women I just figured it out. Women are stronger then men" he gave a decisive nod as if this was final.
"But us men are strong too," He said tightening his arm around Donovan's Shoulders nearly choking him, but relinquished his hold soon stepping away from Donovan.
"So let us prove men are strong too and defy nature, to the Extreme!" he said he took his fighting stance and counted down from three in his head. 3... he took breaths between numbers 2... exhale 1... inhale 0... exhale. Fight!
Samuel bolted forward fist headed straight for Donovan's face. One hit from Samuel at his weakest was nothing short of an army tank.

Kurahoshi had jumped back from Trevor knowing of the aggressiveness of the mosca mode. The lighning guardian was extremely fast. He put up an incredible fight against his opponent. Unfortunately for the young lightning guardian he was not as strong yet as records told he would be. The mosca mode managed to take him down and would have killed him if it could have, but it suddenly stopped all motion, the mosca mode was now offline.
The Mist guardian then arrived and began talking and asking questions Kurahoshi thought should not be answered. He activated his swords light taking away the senses from her. This time however it only lasted 2.3 seconds. Luckily enough, the distance Kurahoshi needed to cover was much less than earlier, but with her being more aware of him his ability wouldn't affect her as much. She might even be able to reduce the time to more around 1 second.
He stood blade pointed at her face "Our flame types and intentions are not a matter we discuss freely with outsiders from our family," said Kurahoshi.
Donovan appeared, he lifted Trevor with his asteroid flame. He was always so ready to drop everything to help Trevor. "I hope you didn't bring any enemies tailing you Donovan, it would be unfavourable," said Kurahoshi.
Just then a rock knocked onto Donovan. Kurahoshi looked in the direction of where the rock had come (still keeping his sword pointed at Ai's chest. There was a boy with Blond hair. Kurahoshi remembered him from the records it was Samuel the sun guardian, in the futur he was known for being a martial arts master and inhuman healing speed, but at this time in moment he was known for fast healing and reckless fighting.
"We are not done yet," Said Samuel with anger all over his face.
------Several moments earlier------
Samuel felt his body in pain under the rubble. He called on his flame power as his pain was replaced with adrenaline. He blasted free from the rubble screaming out "Fight to the extreme!" and ran off after Donovan hoping to keep up with the great fight. He Donovan quickly he was lifting the robot. Ai was their to with a sword pointed at her face, while Josei lied on the ground. Now Samuel wasn't enjoying himself any more. Now he was mad. He picked up a rock and through it at the unsuspecting Donovan.

Kurai Rizzo

Kurai watched the girl crumble, and she went blank. What. Her eyes dilated. No. She growled. This couldn't be the vongola leader that she was trained to kill. This girl was weak, useless, pathetic- and.. reminded her a lot of herself. Her old self that is. And it Pissed her off! Though at the same time, she felt a little laugh escape her. A hysterical one.

"How weak are you." She said, staring her down. "Are you letting whatever cast you down! How pathetic!" She cried out. Her eyes began to water as she remembered the horrible day as if it was yesterday. Those lights. Those knifes. That Man. But she wouldn't let those damn tears fall. She was too strong, too far off to become weak anymore. But this girl. She unconsciously expected much more, and seeing her old self within Jayson just made her crazy. It was sad really..

Her laughter died down, and her expression became cold. "I'm disappointed heh." The corner of her mouth twitched. "To think the vongola's leader will fall despite a battle is at hand. Too weak! Never back down, stand up and fight!"

With that she silenced, her bangs shadowing her eyes. Suddenly however, she smirked as if nothing happened. "Maybe another day." Looking at her own team, she signaled a stop. "Lets go." Looking at Jayson, and her family, she stared for a moment before racing off on the back of her box animal.

[OOC:Well I wanted to end there, because long fights can cause a dead roleplay. Sorry if you were in the middle of something, if so ill extend it just a bit. But if not, I think the rizzos should leave, while the vongola's pick themselves up. Then maybe a time skip to the next day! School? Oh and if someone can make some dust bomb that'll be awesome XD I think queasur can :O ]