Previously, on Jig Jinns :
*A deceased delivered infant wronged by his mother's ugly heart.
*A reckless king's swing, and an alliance between Orbit and the Bronze Mists.
*A declared war on the big screens.
*A human with kangaroo's legs, a mechanic with an advanced gloves, and a billiard player.
*A fateful sudden slumber for the mother.
As the reverberations of the broadcast's conclusion still hung in the air, a solitary figure emerged amidst the grandeur of Benemere's slow beating heart, the illustrious capital of SwestinBerg. This enigmatic presence was none other than Sir Javad Ulf Lad, a formidable sight encased in his towering suit of armor. His gleaming plates, etched with the weathered imprints of time's relentless passage, bore silent witness to a lifetime of battles and conquests. Beneath the shadow of his imposing helmet, his age remained a well-guarded secret, whispered only by the pointed, grizzled beard and mustache that framed his visage.
Sir Javad had embarked upon an ascent to the pinnacle of the High Council Building, an ancient clock tower that adorned the city's regal skyline. With the world far below, he leaned thoughtfully against the balcony's time-worn stone balustrade, casting his gaze out upon the sprawling grandeur of Benemere. The city's labyrinthine streets and majestic structures stretched out like a sprawling tapestry, a vivid testament to centuries steeped in history and resolute power.
In these twilight hours, when the waning light delicately embraced Benemere's cobbled streets and the time-worn spires that reached for the heavens, Sir Javad found himself ensconced in an unusual moment of solitude. His contemplative mind wove a complex tapestry of thoughts, each strand a reflection on the weighty revelations carried by the recent broadcast. Yet, for the present, he stood as a vigilant guardian, silently surveying the sleeping city that had borne witness to a multitude of histories and would inevitably serve as the stage for many more to come.
"Shield of the Kings!" A voice emerged like a whisper from the shadows, catching Sir Javad's attention. It heralded the arrival of a man whose bald pate atop his grey hair seemed to reflect the gleam of the city's lights. He was adorned in the grandest attire befitting his age, an age that mirrored that of the venerable Ironee Shield, Sir Javad. With a grace that matched his attire, he walked alongside Sir Javad, deftly lighting an exquisite pipe that bespoke extravagance.
Together, they stood on the lofty vantage point, gazing down upon the sprawling cityscape below. Sir Javad, ever so slightly, tilted his gaze toward the newcomer.
"Sir Ulf Lad," the man began, his voice infused with a gentle.
"Peter Stein," Sir Javad replied, their words carrying the resonance of shared history and an unspoken understanding. Peter Stein, holding the golden pipe between his fingers, inhaled deeply from its fragrant contents, then exhaled, allowing the wisps of smoke to drift and merge with the city's nocturnal embrace.
"Admirable, your quick cleaning of those ill-willed trespassers that tried to disrupt," Lord Peter Stein to Sir Javad while the smoke was no more.
Sir Javad retorted, "I was simply imparting a lesson, teaching the youngsters the rules of their own game."
Lord Peter couldn't help but pinch the sarcasm nerve of the conversation. "Ah, what a valuable lesson it must have been," he mused. "I've learned that eldered knights, clad in their unyielding armor, can be quite the inspiration for us the young, offering an ample justification for the men's impending demise and sacrifices."
Sir Javad swiftly retorted, "Says the man with a gleaming bald pate who shares my age."
Lord Peter pointed his finger dramatically at Sir Javad, wearing a wry expression. "Look here, my dear friend, you see, this bald head of mine and this pitch-black armor I adorn are weapons of a different sort, designed for entirely distinct battles." With a sly grin, he continued, "And take a gander here!" Lord Peter gestured to the silver strands adorning the sides of his scalp. "What do you call these? Or has aging robbed you of your sight?" He chuckled heartily.
Sir Javad, with his palm resting on his brow as if to aid his vision, responded with a wry smile, "Am I looking in a mirror? Oh, I look old."
Lord Peter laughed heartily in response. "Ah, now I see where your granddaughter Paristana gets her delightful sense of humor." Sir Javad smiled.
Changing the topic, Lord Peter added, "Your granddaughter joined her fellow Ironees aboard the Golden Train, en route to our fair city. A tight security, now tighter thanks to Sir Imbert, one of the Royal Butlers of HolySphere, landed from the sky of Stipler City so i have heard."
"A swordsman wielding fake blades," Sir Javad sneered in disdain.
Lord Peter gazed at Sir Javad, their difference in height bridged by the weight of his question, "How does it feel to serve a king who shows no true care for his people?"
"Much the same way you felt serving the previous monarch," Sir Javad replied.
"Exhausting, I suppose, for I served King Pastel with unwavering dedication. We can only thank the gods that Shwartez now reigns," Lord Peter remarked.
"Indeed, thank the gods," Sir Javad concurred.
"What do you seek in this remaining life of yours Lad? Serving kings that sex their ways into Mungaria? Or parenting offspring?" Lord Stein inquired.
Sir Javad's gaze remained fixed on the sprawling city below, his silence conveying volumes.
"It's happening all over again, isn't it?" Lord Peter remarked, a tinge of nostalgia in his voice. "We find ourselves on the precipice of another clash with Albert, your old friend and fellow Ironee of that era," he added.
Sir Javad corrected him with a steely resolve, "My old enemy."
As they both stood in contemplative silence, the city's vibrant lights and jubilant crowd provided a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere between them.
Lord Peter broke the silence, reflecting, "Friends of the past, enemies in the present."
Sir Javad took his time to respond, his voice resolute, "Enemies in the present. Enemies in the future."
Lord Peter turned away from the city, casting a final glance at his aging comrade. He gave Sir Javad's back a reassuring pat while looking at the ground before silently departing.
Alone once more, Sir Javad Ulf Lad, with a countenance burdened by the weight of his thoughts, muttered to no one, "And," his furrowed brows the heaviest, "honor breakers in the present, residents of hell in the future..."
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(Mungaria - PearlMere - VIP Floor)
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Amidst the chaos and debris-laden ground, Orbit rose with a fierce determination. He couldn't help but mutter, "What a damn monkey."
"Tough son," Rum chimed in, focusing his gunfire on ManyToys' Holo barrier.
Baboon, incensed by the comment, demanded, "Who're you calling a monkey?"
Rum, still keeping an eye on ManyToys, turned to Atkis and cautioned, "Hey Atkis, hate to break it to you, but his Holo tech is different."
Atkis, with a stern expression, tightened his grip on his tie, which emanated the protective barrier.
Meanwhile, Orbit, having assessed the surroundings, noticed the green metallic walls of the chamber. With Orbit' body now levitating. ManyToys called out, "The Magnet Dagger, Baboon!"
ManyToys reminded Baboon of their situation, to which Baboon responded, "I know."
Orbit propelled himself through the air at incredible speed, his sights set on the self-proclaimed assassins. Baboon, with his exceptional animal-like legs, launched himself into Orbit's trajectory. He muttered to himself, "Come at me!"
However, Orbit's target wasn't Baboon. With astonishing agility, Orbit maneuvered between the massive shields and bullets, causing them to veer away harmlessly. He taunted ManyToys, shouting, "Do you really think I'm as stupid as your ape friend?" Before ManyToys could react, Orbit reached the shooting Holo machine labeled 'Sentry', dismantling it with a powerful blow. It shattered into pieces before dissipating into thin air, continuing, Orbit sent ManyToys flying across the room with a fist, where he landed with a resounding thud.
On the elevated sides of the floor walls, where Rin and FastQ were locked in a fierce duel, the clash of a sword against a metal cue stick. As they sparred, FastQ suddenly paused and said, "Just a moment, mate." With a swift movement, he dashed to a higher vantage point away from the blind Rin. Extending his left arm, he activated a device bracelet on his wrist, then brought his elbow close to his line of sight.
A Holographic table materialized from the bracelet, displaying a miniature billiard table with a small white ball at its center. FastQ aimed with his cue stick in his right hand, lining up a shot on Orbit as if he were sniping and playing at the same time. With a powerful strike with his stick, he sent the created cue ball hurtling toward Orbit's head.
As the ball approached Orbit, it stopped in mid-air near his head, still carrying its momentum and struggling to strike him. Orbit gritted his teeth, exerting immense effort to halt its progress until it finally dropped to the ground.
Addressing his adversaries, Orbit acknowledged, "You guys are strong," while casting his gaze at FastQ. Whom he deftly parried another slashing attack from Rin, locking blades once more.
Without hesitation, Baboon delivered another powerful kick to Orbit, similar to the one that had sent him flying earlier. However, this time, Orbit stood unwavering, unyielding to the assault. Baboon, frustrated by Orbit's resilience, asked, "Did you enjoy FastQ's style? I find it the most unique among us Assassins."
Orbit's face began to emit a fine gray powder, which fell gently to the ground, almost as if he were wearing a cosmetic mask. "What's the deal with this ability of yours?" Baboon wondered, stepping back as he realized the peculiar nature of the powder as it started reach his foot. Orbit, still smiling, inquired, "Do you like my armor makeup?" Atkis and Rum watched in astonishment at the unfolding spectacle, Baboon irritated.
"Damn this," grumbled the kangaroo Dagger user before his expression turned to delight as he sensed a familiar presence.
"Finally, the freak arrives!" Baboon noting.
Intimidated by this unfamiliar presence, the Bronze Mist agents and Orbit looked from a distance at the center of the floor. Another figure, still cloaked, hovered in the air, face in silhouetted. Only the red, shiny eyes were visible from that distance.
"I don't like this," Rum said while aiming his reloaded arsenals.
The figure raised his arm, revealing a shiny white metal hand with red stripes around the. The palm of his metal hand resembled a black hole, emitting an ominous red light as he aimed it at Orbit.
Baboon began to speak: "Allow me to introduce one of my favorites, Je..." but was interrupted by the screams of a running man from the center of the floor.
"There's that idiot," Atkis commented with a relieved smile.
A bulky Bronze Mist agent, with a grim expression akin to a bull seeking a red hue, jumped high enough to land on top of the hovering cloaked man. "Gotcha asshole!" He grabbed him by the shoulders and placed a small device that charged a colorful electric shock into the body of the cloaked man. "This is for the security guards!" The man avenging. He then used his weight to drag him to the ground. However, the ground wasn't the final destination for them, as he phased along with the cloaked man under the ground like ghosts.
This scene silenced the atmosphere, with Rum and Rin sporting smiles. Moments later, the man floated from the ground near Atkis's legs and landed beside him.
"Wanna fight too?" Orbit asked, still startled.
"Aah. Nope?" the huge man replied with dull look.
"Where were you, asshole?" Atkis asked Oddo.
"That thing, suddenly appeared and fried all the security of the Casino! Poor people," Oddo explained and looked at his surroundings and wondered: "By the way. Don't you guys feel like there is something missing?"
And a flushing sounds were conveniently heard from a far. Atkis looked at Oddo's eyes with no expression and commented: "You had to ask, right?"
"Aaaaaah, what a relieve. That was the longest pee i have ever had, i think." An elder voice heard from a door that had a sign with 'W.C' written above. "Hahahahahaa" His chortles echoing.
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(Benemere Capital of SwestinBerg - High Council building)
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Atop the highest balcony of the Benemere High Council building, William SwestinBerg, the youngest son of the kingdom's Fill Influence, stood in contemplation. Leaning at his suite's balcony, in a night that was quenched from the rains, he looked out over the sound city below. The soft, golden lights reflected from seeping sky pours, creating a picturesque scene. His gaze was fixed upon a distant clock tower, devoid of the elders who occupied it earlier. At just eleven years old, his face bore the weight of thoughts far beyond his years. With one hand resting on the balcony's railing, he eventually turned to step back into the darkly lit suite.
Upon entering the dimmed room, a couch was cradling the delegate body of the dreaming Monica SwestinBerg. Her presence was softly illuminated by the wide muted screen on the wall. The city's chilly breeze, which had been nipping at Monica's smooth tanned skin, was halted by William, who gallantly covered his sleeping cousin with a warm blanket. With a fond smile on his face, he affectionately called her, "Hopeless girl."
The boy, draped in a cozy black cotton fur over his shoulders, suited up and made his way to the exit door. He turned the knob and cast one more glance at Monica before stepping out. As he strolled down the corridor toward the elevators, he noticed two guards in their gleaming armors, and one of them drew the young lad's curiosity.
"What happened to your head? All bandaged up and no helmet?" William inquired and commanded. "Walk me the way, both."
"Apologies, my lord. I don't want to trouble you with such a trivial matter," the guard humbly replied, falling into step with William.
"Are the guards holding tournaments inside the Council Hall these days?" William asked playfully, though his expression remained serious. "It's all right; you can tell me."
"I'm sorry, my lord... I drank myself to the point where I can't seem to remember!" the guard confessed, his face filled with shame. "Please forgive my unusual off-duty behavior, I plead."
"Easy now," William reassured the guard, raising a palm as a sign of peace. "Were you losing yourself alone?" the young lord asked.
"I... I was with another guard," the guard added hesitantly. "He is still unconscious in the infirmary rooms for whatever we did. I'm ready for whatever punishment you see fit, my lord."
William looked into the eyes of the guard, then shifted to his head and said: "I'm sure this was a one-time whim. He then faced the opened elevator and added: "The dawn approaches, and you are still alive on this important day for my father. Well, half alive, to be precise." I hope you get better soon." The guards were both looking at the ground,
As William stepped into the elevator and the door began to close, he murmured to himself, "Or perhaps it's not just a whim but a strong influence on your vulnerable mind."
Before the door shut completely, the young lord halted it with his hand and gave a stern command to the startled guards: "One more thing, friends. My room. Delete anyone who even thinks of getting near it, even if it's one of you." With that, the door closed firmly.
"The crafty tongue of this young lord," remarked the guard wearing a helmet. To this, the guard with the bandage on his head replied, "Crafty or not, I believe he's a million times better than Cael the Golden. He exudes the same aura as his father, the most." They ended their conversation, unaware that the young lord was dancing his feet like a child, unseen by anyone.
The son of the Fill Influence wandered through the vast expanse inside the High Council Building, making his way to the opposite end. The area opened up into a magnificent garden, flanked by towering trees along its edges and smaller flora in the center. A serene river meandered through the heart of the garden, and a bridge made of rich crimson wood spanned the gap, connecting William to the far side. The gentle aftereffects of the recent rainstorm breathed life into the swaying foliage, creating a beautiful dance of nature.
"Why is a man wandering alone at this hour?" inquired a voice from the shadows. Following the sound, William spotted his uncle within an open doorway, his warm smile mirroring his nephew's. "Uncle Apram," William greeted.
"Come on in, and close the door," Apram beckoned, using a tone that implied scolding, yet his eyes still held a smile.
The room was unassuming, with two tables, each accompanied by three chairs, and a marble countertop featuring a tap and various kitchen decor. It appeared to be a humble dining area designated for the household staff.
"Help yourself to a mug and pour some tea from that exquisite kettle. I swear the commons know how to make tea better," advised Apram SwestinBerg, the youngest of his four brothers.
"I'll have a small cup," William decided, filling it accordingly.
"Too afraid to wet the bed?" Apram teased with a chuckle, to which William responded with a wry smile, "Too afraid to wet the bed."
"Do you perhaps, dear minor son, happen to know where my lovely little daughter is?" Apram inquired. William met his uncle's gaze and replied, "I wonder." Apram laughed while sipping his tea with elegance. "Is she in your room again?" William didn't answer but opted to sip his own tea.
"Did she manage to irritate you enough to leave your room?" Apram questioned. "Not really. She actually drank herself into oblivion," William clarified. To this, Apram responded, "I'm sure you didn't do anything to her before coming here, did you?" William retorted, "Just a reminder, Uncle, I'm the minor one here, as you mentioned earlier."
Apram chuckled and reassured him, "Haha, I'm just fucken with you, lad. In this family, there are no children . Anyone can do as they please." He lifted his tea mug and added, "I have two daughters, and one of them loves her cousin, and her cousin loves her in return. When he turns 17, they'll be wed. You already have my blessing, hahaha." "Please, Uncle, tone it down!" William implored.
"Don't worry about your father. Even if Cael married my other daughter, he'll come around when the time is right," Apram assured his nephew.
"Is he still locking himself in his place?" William asked his uncle Apram. "And my poor Cassy is still laying beside her groom's door waiting a response..." Apram clarified.
"My older brother is a fool, uncle. I'm sure he will understand and see what's really important in front of him," William added, a mix of frustration and sadness in his tone.
Apram smiled while gazing around and said, "Are you sure you are not the oldest among your siblings?" William chuckled, "Can't be certain. Definitely not the strongest though." Apram replied, "Yeah, that would go to your brother, Aluin."
"Uncle Apram," the boy asked suddenly, making his thoughtful uncle look at him, "I always wondered. DireDoms are hated by the people, right? Regarded as 'criminals'."
Apram replied gently, "That's one way to put it, yeah." "Then how come uncle Razmuth is regarded as one them five? Like Albert Panditys or Antonya Fal? The neglectful king, yet beloved by his people," William pondered.
"Well, that's a question that will take a long explanation, dear son-in-law," Apram answered with a mock smile and added, "Maybe before your wedding, I'll explain thoroughly if you don't figure it out yourself before. And I bet my money that you are smart to do so. Very smart, actually." "Let's just say for now that my eldest brother, our beloved king, can do whatever he damn wants," Apram added while brushing his nephew's hair.
"Will he join the march to Amali?" the boy inquired.
"You can never predict the thoughts that weave through our king's mind," Apram remarked. He added, "I won't delve into the strategies, but I can assure you this march will be swift and deadly for our enemies."
"Enemies like aunt?" William asked.
"Don't refer to her as aunt, my child," Apram softly cautioned, his right arm briefly emanating literal fire.
"Apologies, Uncle. I blurted there," William quickly responded.
Apram, who had risen from his chair earlier in annoyance, opened the door of the room to let the night breeze cool the heat. He gazed outside for a long moment. His nephew asked, "I heard the Golden Train is now hosting a Royal Butler from HolySphere."
"Yes, Imbert, another four will join the march too," Apram commented, and he added, "They've brought in all the help the train needs to secure the package safely."
"You won't tell me what the package is, will you?" William asked. Apram replied, "Not when your father is the stricter."
"I don't want to come across as pessimistic, Uncle. But considering that the king can summon his Ironees from anywhere, do you th..." William wondered and began to ask before being interrupted by his uncle Apram, who seemed to anticipate the rest of the question. "No one would dare to compel Razmuth to seek aid from his knights, you little pessimistic runt!..."
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(Mungaria - PearlMere - VIP Floor)
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In the midst of all the chaos near the dance floor, where fighting and destruction were the main attractions, a colossal, garish mirror ball hung overhead, lazily spinning with just half its lights working. Nevertheless, the music blared on, the kind that infused the crowd with so much energy that even the restrooms were getting a taste of the action.
Inside, close to the furthest restroom stall, a gigantic broadsword decided it was a suitable time to freshen up, leaning casually against the bathroom sink. Beside it, a comically large bottle of alcohol stood resolutely, as if it had plans to stay solid despite the mayhem that happened all around.
"When the sun goes down!..." sang the king with the white hair from inside the furthest stall. He got so into it that he kicked the stall door into pieces, continuing his song: "and the moon goes up!" The melody, combined with the refreshing sensation from his restroom break, revitalized him. He started dancing and jigging around, his steps becoming a lively performance. After washing his hands and giving his wet hair a dramatic rub backward, he grabbed his bottle with his left hand and slung his broadsword onto his back with his right, telling his weapon: "I'm not carrying you around while I pee, hahaaa."
"Aw, you're hurting my feelings. I wanted to join the pissing party," a voice replied to the king with sarcasm, to which the king chuckled and continued with his moves while exiting.
The dim lighting from the mirror balls above set the perfect mood for his impromptu dance. He moved with slow, twirling steps until he reached the center of the dance floor.
A blind swordsman clashing with a billiard player assassin above the rest, Atkis, Rum, Oddo, Orbit Panditys, the assassin named Baboon, his mate who was called ManyToys ,who was getting back up after a strong punch that sent him flying, all paused to behold the king who had stolen the spotlight.
In his mind, King Razmuth was in his own world, dancing and drinking as if he were the only one in a room. However, it didn't take long for Orbit to disrupt his solitude. The white cue ball, which had targeted Orbit and rested on the ground, now answered Orbit's command, swiftly settling around his palm without making contact.
Orbit aimed his hand toward Razmuth's direction, and the white metal ball flicked above the king's head, shattering the mirror ball and then diverging into the music amplifiers, silencing them. The vibrant dance floor hues were replaced with dim light, and the lively music gave way to the image of a king who stood motionless, gazing at the ground.
"You made a big mistake," the king whispered with an unsettling anger in his eyes. With incredible speed, he grabbed his broadsword and swung it with tremendous force, the anger etched on his face with a smile. "I wanted fun, but now i will give you a different kind of fun!"
Everyone involved, barely managed to dodge the powerful attack for they anticipated it after Orbit's foolish disruption. Oddo, using his phasing ability, swiftly descended through the floor, taking Atkis and Rum with him. Orbit hovered in the air, while Baboon, displaying his incredible speed, leaped the highest into the air, carrying his friend ManyToys with him.
The slashing attack cleaved through the center bar entirely, bringing it down, and even widening, reaching the gambling machines on the other side of the floor. At the moment of settling, everyone landed to their positions, and Oddo resurfaced with his teammates. Meanwhile, the duel between Rin and the assassin called FastQ was momentarily put on hold.
"Be cautious of that massive sword," Orbit warned the members of the Bronze Mist, adding, "It's an Ironee with a dagger of its own."
Atkis responded curtly, "We are well aware of that information, thank you. And thank you for provoking a DireDom." His tone carried a note of condemnation, to which Orbit replied, "The elephant in this spacious room was inevitable to be addressed, my new friend."
"Well, just when I thought this night's fun couldn't get any better," Razmuth mused, sharing his thoughts.
Orbit wasn't amused and retorted, "Your reckless havoc earlier made my mission here harder, you know, asshole! I hope you're having fun."
"Oh, I am. I've even thought about joining my brothers on their march to your father's and her whore's home," Razmuth responded, his gestures and tones dripping with insults.
"What do you mean march?" Orbit asked with irritation, but the king chose to ignore the question, instead looking over to where Rin was confronting the assassin called FastQ. "I really like your sword, purple head!" Razmuth complimented Rin's weapon. A fine glowing blade.
"Hold on! King of SwestinBerg!" Baboon interjected, diverting Razmuth's attention toward him and continued, "We're the Astral Steppers Squad. We take our orders from the URH. We ask for your full cooperation as the ruler of one of our realms, and we advise you to properly recognize your marked targets."
The king, at first flabbergasted by the request, gradually turned it into a smile and then broke into hearty laughter that echoed off the walls, all while keeping his mouth wide open. He attempted to regain composure, replying, "Of course, sir ASS of the United Realms," his right hand almost moving toward his head in a salute but instead ending up in a middle-finger gesture aimed at Baboon.
"Can you believe this ape?" Razmuth asked, with his eyes fixed on the Bronze Mist agents, his grip on his broadsword tightening. "I recognized my targets just fine," The king murmured. He was readying himself to launch a third slashing attack, this time aimed at Baboon and ManyToys behind him.
Enraged by the ignores and mockery, Orbit propelled his body straight at the smiling Razmuth, aiming for his head. Grey metal powders focused on Orbit's forehead, and a deafening echoes of a headbutt ensued, with its vibrations felt by all. However, in this collision, Razmuth remained unfazed, his glasses intact, and his smile persisted, while Orbit struggled with his magnet ability.
"Not half bad, nephew," the king addressed Orbit.
High above, the assassin known as FastQ couldn't stand idly by. He deftly clicked his metal stick, summoning another cue ball from his Hollow billiard small table, a creation of his bracelet. This time, his target was Oddo, who had buried FastQ's partner deep underground. The shot zipped right past Oddo's head like a harmless ghost, leaving him puzzled by the unexpected sound it created.
Oddo couldn't figure out what had just happened, unaware that the cue ball had phased his head. He murmured, "Hmm?"
Rin answering FastQ's sniping, pounced blade's first, head's second, lock clashing with the assassin. "How about you focus on this table, mate." The blind requesting from the billiard player.
Observing Rin's relentless clash, Atkis felt compelled to utilize his dagger ability. His left eye emitted a white glow as he scanned the ceiling, his focus on the rooms above, which were now empty. In a particular room at a higher level, he sensed the aura of a small person with long hair, which, upon closer scrutiny, appeared to be blonde.
"Orbit! Is she blonde?" Atkis shouted. Orbit who was locking head to head with the king responded: "You found her?" To whom Atkis replied: "Think so!"
Baboon, not staying still, leaped forward with a kick aimed directly at Atkis. This time, however, the kick was effortlessly blocked by the tall and agile Oddo. With a rather indifferent expression, Oddo greeted Baboon with a simple "Hello."
"Rum, can I leave you with this task?" Atkis inquired, and Rum answered, "With pleasure!" He promptly left Atkis and Oddo to deal with Baboon and ventured out to explore the situation further.
Razmuth, a wicked grin on his face, questioned Orbit, "Why are you here, child? Is this girl more important than your family?"
Orbit, unfazed by Razmuth's taunts, replied, "I gather from your nonsense that you guys are attempting another assault on us. I wasn't born during your previous attempts, so it doesn't matter. Try as many times as you want; it's just another failure waiting to happen."
"Ballsy!" Razmuth remarked with a sly grin. He stomped the ground with his right leg, and a spike of black metal burst forth beneath Orbit. With both of Orbit's hands aimed at the metal spike, it was as if his body repelled itself from metals, just like a magnet pushing away from similar poles.
"Your magnetic powers are indeed a nuisance for my mask," Razmuth grumbled, though his grin remained. He drove his sword halfway into the ground and took a fighting stance, causing his arms to be covered in black steel.
A relentless barrage of punches ensued, all targeting Orbit. His agile Dagger ability allowed him to naturally evade the attacks. Each made Orbit's body veered, before landing. "That's not going to work, you idiot," Orbit taunted, wearing a confident smile. Despite his words, Razmuth continued with his rapid punches, all of them missing their mark.
Then, abruptly changing his focus, Razmuth launched himself randomly with a powerful pounce. His fist came down where Baboon stood, who had been watching with a grin at his newfound alliance with a DireDom. Baboon shocked, barely managed to leap out of the way, avoiding the initial punch that struck the ground, shattering it. The force of the attack propelled Baboon away, but he survived. Another punch was aimed at ManyToys, who rapidly constructed a dense, heavy barrier ball with his Holo gloves. The barrier withstood the attack, shielding ManyToys from harm, detroyed in the process.
"What a random idiot. My time to leave!" Orbit expressed his view on the king and decided to exit. "Not really random," a voice was heard from behind him, coming from the direction of the plunged broadsword. As he turned, the sword had transformed into a golden knight with a white cape. The knight was in a kicking stance, which landed a downward kick on Orbit's head. The impact was mitigated by Orbit's powder armor that gathered at the point of impact, on the back of his head.
Razmuth chuckled after pushing the assassins away. Turning to face Orbit and the golden knight. "Ladies and weaners! The Ironee who can put up with my bullshit, Eric! My sword!" the king presented with a smile, widening both his arms away from each other.
To Be Continued...