(Pre-Show) The Lobby

[Retane]

"That 'boy' asked you a question. And a date with me means you have a date with death." The namekian's hood had blown off as he rushed to the aid of his comrade. If this stranger had come to challenge him, then Retane would meet him head on and find out exactly who he was. The difference between Jack and the Emerald Fiend, was the namekian didn't need to wait for an answer. He could get the all the answers he wanted after decapitating his new foe.

The Emerald Warrior looked back to Frost, who seemed shocked that Retane had put himself in between the two. He knew that the Guardian and his staff had something to do with the cool feeling of protection around him. The Horsemen could only laugh inside. He was never afraid of death, but the 'boy' never ceased to amaze him with his tricks. Retane knew deep down he had made the right choice in selecting Jack Frost to be his ally in THe Horsemen. "Do me a favor, let me handle this one. I know you have my back, but he came for me."

The blade struck hard across the side of the face of the namekian, who heard the slice of the wind just a moment to late and the blow nearly took half his face off. The blade crunched into ice and recoiled for another swing. "Death? Hah! Where is this death you speak of? The God of Death is long gone; A has been; Oh wait, he never was!"

The Emerald Fiend let out a low growl, and far off he could hear the blue and silver wolf mimic his growl. He stared deep under the cowl of his foe as he charged up an orb of energy in his palm. He could see nothing but blackness. Retane launched an orb of energy at the face of his foe, only to have it blocked by the two-handed sword wielded by a single hand. The Emerald Fiend was almost taken aback, but if someone had come for him and knew his history, they had to have been strong to come after him willingly.

The power pumped from the Malefactor on Retane's back, urging him to push forward and kill his foe. The renegade namek felt his anger rising and his blood was pumping furiously. How could his foe mock him so? He thought he was weak, but the Emerald warrior would soon show this vagabond who was truly weak. The power surged deep in the arms of the namekian as two more energy orbs formed into the palms of his hands. The Feral Wind kicked up around his arms and a dark red and green aura as the namekian let his power show in an instant.

He threw his arms outward loosing both blasts simultaneously, cocking one arm back and launching another blast of energy. His other arm did so in the same fashion, each time thrusting another orb of energy at his target, and getting stronger and faster with each movement. Retane almost let out a growl that would grow louder, but his foe didn't deserve to hear his roar. He had insulted the Emerald Fiend and would soon learn the price of such a folly. He would soon know that underestimating him was a costly mistake.

As the namekian felt his energy depleting slowly, and with the smoke and debris kicking up as each blast of ki hit, the renegade namekian threw both his arms out wide, forming to final orbs of energy. He brought them back in front of him , nearly cupping his hands together, loosing both orbs of energy and the Feral Wind at the same time. He would see how strong his foe really was.

The wind dove at the foe, blowing all the debris away, hitting at the sword that tried to block most of the attacks, but the tunnels of wind grew larger and cut and bit at the cloaked figure. The cloaked warrior dropped to a knee, still not letting out a sound of pain, matching Retane's own silence. Retane moved then, removing that separated them and grabbed the target by the collar of the cowl and yanked him up.

The sword wielder never dropped his doubled edged blade, though it hung loosely in his grasp, barely off the floor as Retane held him up. "A question was asked,. Are you going to answer it? Or shall I force it out of you?"

The swordsman laughed beneath his dark shadowed face. It was a forced laugh of defiance, but still it mocked the Horsemen, "I forgot the question."

The Emerald Fiend curled his lip in annoyance and the muscles of his free hand flexed. If this foe wouldn't talk, he'd never talk again. Retane thrusted his hand forward, aiming for the neck of his prey, just above the hand that clutched at the black cloak. A flip of the wrist, almost a last ditch effort, brought the blade up and at an angle. The Emerald Warrior stopped his hand just short of possibly splitting his hand into two parts.

"So you are going to kill me again?" The cloaked figure struggled to breath as he let out a choked a statement. "This time before it even starts?"

Retane paused for a moment at the words, and the open hand of the swordsman went to his hood. As he pulled it back, the constant shadow that cloaked his face was removed, and the namekian recognized the weak smile anywhere. The face of the figure had a slightly larger head then the namekian, but had pointed ears similar to his own. He was bald, except for a single line of thick pointed hair. The Emerald Warrior dropped the warrior then, as he recognized who it was. He knew him from his memories. It was the Konat. "Tapion... " Was all Retane could mutter...

"It's been a long time brother", the Konat stated.

"Can you hear me yet?"