Ruby Rose stood before the giant colors of the Kingdom. She really had no need for the equipment behind her, but she found it a nice thought nonetheless.

On the other side of the battlefield, Wakka scowled as he looked around. As far as he could tell, there wasn't any water here, and the racks behind him were covered with weapons. The only thing that looked normal was the completely raucous crowd up above. "This doesn't look like a Blitzball competition..."

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Jak Mar, or 'The Dynamite Kid,' as those who had watched his Dante's Abyss performance called him in their internet circles, glanced at the weapons that lie beneath the giant flag. If he had a gun and high-grade explosives, why the heck would he bother with axes and crossbows? With a shrug, he turned and squinted, trying to see who he was going to fight.

On the other end of the battlefield was Dante, who shrugged at the sight of the Deserters colors hanging on the cement wall behind him. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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Magus, standing before an unfurled Kingdom flag. There had to be some irony in the fact that a former felon and prisoner had been selected to represent the same government that wanted him in chains.

On the other side of the battlefield, BlackStar stood beneath the colors of the Deserters. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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Dawnika Snow stood before the giant, regal Kingdom flag. Far on the other side of the battlefield was Black Mage, who stood silent and motionless beneath the colors of the Deserters.

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Desco stood before an unfurled Kingdom flag. Given her size, the rolling battlefield seemed immense, but far on the other side, she saw a familiar face. Mami Tomoe, the magical girl from Dante's Abyss, glanced at the tattered flag behind her and then stared up into the sea of people. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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Gildarts, standing before an unfurled Kingdom flag, gazed across a rolling battlefield at the Bandit With No Name, who herself stood before a small armory and the rebel colors of the Deserters. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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Luffy, standing before an unfurled Kingdom flag, glared across a rolling battlefield at Alain, who himself stood before a small armory and the rebel colors of the Deserters. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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Yu Kanda, standing before an unfurled Kingdom flag, glared across a rolling battlefield at Ms. Marvel, who herself stood before a small armory and the rebel colors of the Deserters. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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Okor, standing before an unfurled Kingdom flag, glared across a rolling battlefield at Weiss Schnee, who herself stood before a small armory and the rebel colors of the Deserters. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

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"Tsk... I can't believe they actually managed to find us." the deep sung, rugged baritone uttered, dropping at his feet the now recently deceased assassin he had only mere moments ago choked the last breath from. The harsh reality of life was that when you're facing a proverbial giant, range has this nasty tendency of trumping agility. This man - the co-leader of the 'Raven's Abyss' sought after by the Ichorian military police as one of the highest bounties found on the planet, the fallen heir to the Silver family of noble arch-knights whom had sworn fidelity to the precious noble family, the last true vestigial ally to the righteous heir to the thrown and other leader of the group, archprince Raven the VIth, and the fabled 'Bloodless Carnage' of whom tales send cold chills down the spines of the corrupt nobility - happened, unfortunately for this assassin, to have both.

This man was none other than Alex Silver, tenth of the name. The imposing individual buried his hand into the pockets of his leather coat and pulled out both a silver lighter and a pack of cigarettes. With his sheer mass, the coffin nail he then dug between his lips almost appeared comically small. He lit the cancer stick, took a long, slow, drag, and then exhaled a ring of smoke before turning to the few young men and women that had gathered at his side. The group had been split in half as they'd all escaped the burning building that was now collapsing in the horizon. It had been their base - to some, their home even - and now it was just a pile of rubble. Out of respect for the legacy that the building represented, for the people who died in the attack and to those companions from which they had been separated during their escape perhaps to never see them again, Alex took a minute of silent before ultimately uttering on a bitter tone; "What's our status?"

It took a few moments for one of the fellow rebels to turn to him and finally speak. "I... We lost contact with the others. The fire fried our communication network so we can't reach them without risking that the military might be tapping into it. There are seventeen confirmed deaths on our side and nearly double that in injured. Forty percent of our effective is out of commission and that's granted both of the escape groups made it out alive. At least we took the assassins down with us, but the dreadmore is still on the loose." The dreadmore. Alex had no idea what kind of sick and twisted individual thought it was a good idea to combine an ogre, a behemoth class dragon, a gazer, 500 pounds of cybernetic armor and an Enzeek laser cannon, but someone found a way, militarized it, and sent one of the pieces of crap after them. To be honest, Alex wasn't so much terrified by the whole 'mad science' aspect of it all. He was just mildly frustrated that he didn't get the chance to think of that first. He had to settle for Kaiser, the monster hound he'd summoned some years ago.

"Fuck..." He grunted, the cigarette between his lips having its filter crushed under the pressure of his tightening pout. "Alright, let's go find the others and regroup. No point in wallowing. We'll wait until the fire dies down and recover our funds, the buy a new place. Nobody will have to sleep in the streets tonight." With that, the group seemed to find a moniker of hopefulness and, gathering around the tall man, started circumventing the fiery building. It was only logical that the others would still be somewhere within its circumference as well, so it was only a matter of time before they were reunited with any other survivors.

At their walking pace - which was all they could muster given the fact that nearly half of them were injured - it took them half an hour before finally reuniting with one of their own. A small group of seven which had been split from the two main groups, were sitting around the corpse of an assassin. Alex, personally, was not surprised by this; if they weren't able to do this much he would not have let them join the Raven's Abyss to begin with, but still, he gave a pat on the head of the youngest and offered a thumbs up in praise to the rest of the lot. "No injured here? Good. Have you seen any of the others?" The young adults looked among themselves and finally, one of them came forward with a somewhat bitter expression before ultimately speaking out. "N-Not a-any that a-are still a-a-alive... boss." He managed to finish before sniffling slightly. Alex grimaced at this. He would've preferred a yes or even a flat out no. This was just more bad news for their casualty count. "Alright, come with us, we're circling the base to find the others."

This form of reunion happened a few more times over the course of their walk around the base, which just seemed to burn brighter and brighter as time passed. If he and Raven hadn't specifically asked for a fireproof vault, he would be worried for their funds, but even in that case the life of his underlings and friend were of a much more pressing nature.

As they walked, Alex couldn't help but take the occasional glance at his leg all the while. One of the assassins had managed to ram his dagger through it during one of the earlier altercations. He'd managed to remove the blade and cauterize the wound on both sides by using the fire hot muzzle of his gun, but pretending it didn't hurt would be a bit more than even he could muster. Letting this injury happen had been a stupid mistake. He would not let one like it happen again.

"Boss!" One of the younger kids - a teenager named Alice whom had clung onto him since he ran into her three years ago - yelled out, pointing forward to what Alex would soon see to be a large accumulation of their numbers sitting around a pile of... a pile of what? It did not matter. By estimate, he could easily see that they were still over fifty in total. For a group of one hundred people, that meant the casualties were less than half. "More than fifty percent is a passing grade, right?" He thought, trying to reassure himself. Still, the way in which they were gathered was unsettling. One of them turned around and his eyes widened in what seemed to be legitimate terror when he saw Alex. Alex knew what that face meant when it was directed at him; they knew he would not like whatever he was about to see. The fact that the young one seemed to to be altogether traumatized and had already been shaking like a leaf only further aroused the suspicions of the Bloodless Carnage.

Alex left his group in a dash - said group having almost reached the latter group regardless - and entered the circle, slowly moving towards the center. They were all encircling what seemed to be the damaged remains of one of the Dreadmore's arms. This made Alex more nervous rather than less. As much as he believed in his comrades in arms, he knew that there were only two people capable of actually injuring the Dreadmore, and he was one of them. The one that was left, thus, could only be...

"R...Raven...?"

Alex paused once he finally reached the center of the circle. Raven was sitting, his back against the severed arm, covered in blood. Now, knowing Raven, being covered in blood wasn't that big of a deal - there was no way of knowing if it was his blood or someone else's, after all - but he seemed like he was asleep... unconscious even. Raven would rather be caught dead than have to sleep lathered in the blood of traitors, so this meant... this meant it had to have been a very fierce battle. Alex placed his hands upon Raven's shoulders, lowering down to his level. "Hey. Get up. You're freaking out the others." He simply uttered. His eyes ever so slightly widening from their usual half-glare. "Come on... I know this had to be rough, but you can't let yourself look like any less than a king."

Looking back, he didn't know if he was legitimately believing that Raven was still alive, or had simply been in complete denial of the situation. One thing was for sure however; at the time, Raven's death was too terrifying to even contemplate. "Raven Alister Mandrake Pyro Axel Gregory Everfall the sixth. Stand up." He uttered, and shook the body. Raven's corpse reacted by spitting out what seemed to be a literal gallon of blood, and collapsed against Alex whom - wide-eyed perhaps for the first time in his existence - wrapped his arms around him to prevent him from falling, frozen in place by the realization which slowly dawned upon him.

"H-he fought the Dreadmore." Some random captain obvious uttered. "We would've only gotten in his way so he ordered us to find cover and launched against it. We were panicked. He had it on the ropes and even managed to rip off its arm, causing it to flee but... the injuries he sustained in the process were too much for him." Alex's fingers tightened around the still cooling corpse at those words. "He kept muttering your name as he just sat there. Saying we shouldn't worry. That you'd take care of everything." Those were finally let Alex remove his digits from Raven's frame and let him rest back against the arm. He looked upon the face of his closest and oldest friend, which somehow seemed to smile.

The words resonated within his mind as he contemplated them, reverberating to the core of his very being until they finally returned to the outside in the form of a paraphrase. "He said you shouldn't worry and that I'd take care of everything... huh?" He took one last moment to look upon his dead friend and slowly rose to his feet. The second he was completely up, in a complete breach of the tempo which had been set until now, he started barking orders. He wasn't yelling, but his naturally strong voice and cold tone somehow made up for it in a way that let everyone present hear. "Alice. I want you to find a place to bury him. I want a proper burial. Use this stupid hunk of metal as the tombstone, take the men you need." The young woman nodded, wiping back the tears that came as she too had realized the death of Raven. "Kaiser." He uttered, turning to the hound. "Round up the group and go back over what I discussed as we were getting here. First let the fire burn out, then recover the money, then find a new base. You remember the combination." He uttered, and the beast nodded. "Leo, Cain, Xion..." He uttered to a group of three young men which seemed slightly bigger than the rest. "Gather the corpses of the assassins. I want you to make a display of them. The crueler the better." He then turned around and started distancing himself from the group until he was interrupted by Alice; "Alex! Where are you going?!" She yelled out in worry.

He paused in his steps, brought his hand to his pendant and out came in a burst of crimson flames his gun. "Don't worry I'll take care of everything." Without another hint, he then made the same motion, summoned his bike and left.

The events that followed, the complete carnage of the legions of the king, would be a tale for later. What mattered now was that Alex was standing before the very archking Lionheart the first, gun in hand, the smoking barrel pressed against the man's forehead. "W-What do you want?!" The king asked as he tried to hold what little of his composure remained, though in truth he was paralyzed by fear, fear only furthered enhanced by the sight of his men's corpses sprawled across the main hall. "I have money! I have power! I... I have wives! Dozens of them! They're all beautiful! I have castles and fortresses, titles, empires upon empires, drug rings, prostitution circles, an entire fleet of spaceships! I have everything a man could want on this planet! Ask for it! It's yours! Really!" He uttered, trembling in his seat.

Alex merely removed his gun from the man's forehead, pointed it back, and fired three rounds into the man that was slowly creeping up behind him, ending his life. The king immediately went from his panicked facade to implacable rage. "You worthless scu-!" He yelled, and was about to move forward, grabbing the sword he had at his side when a violent kick forced him back into his chair as he gasped out. "Oof!" Once more, the barrel pressed itself against his forehead, this time hot enough to seer the flesh.

"I don't want anything. You getting to be alive just rubs me the wrong way." Alex uttered. The first time since his childhood he'd spoken at a tone any higher than his usual, and pulled the trigger. He couldn't believe it had all been that easy. All along, he alone would have been enough to take down the entire Ichorian militia, fight off the mages and assassins of the king's personal guard, penetrated the main hall of the citadel of fire and fired a single round into the skull of Lionheart the first, the traitor archking. It had been so easy... ...To paint the throne with the blood of a king.