Trya, continuing her desperate action to get closer to Embercliff while Michael was in battle, finally came to a halt. "Shit! Those are the idiots who massacred the other racers at the starting line! Now, there's only 50 left! Michael could be alive or dead right now… who the hell knows!?" Meanwhile 500 feet below the worried Trya, the prison cell of the Black clan finally opened. As Ikama was pushed back in against the blood-covered wall, he panted in distress and fear. "What happened!?" Yamaha exclaimed, looking at his father. Ikama, bleeding from his legs up, fainted. "Torture… it's not something you could ever imagine…." were the last words he said before fainting on the concrete prison floor. As a puddle of blood continued to form around the cells, the silhouettes of other prisoners became visible. "Isn't that the Ikama Black guy who got caught by a puny kid?" a prisoner whispered to his friends. As they continued laughing, the puddle seeped out into the walkway of the dungeon, touching the other cells that stood in its path. Suddenly, Ikama emerged from his painful sleep. "The execution has slightly changed. In a few hours when the Great Dune Dash ends, you guys will be escorted to a stadium where you will have to fight 100 giant lions to survive." Yamaha scoffed. "100 lions!?" Lola sighed. "What have you gotten us into, Ikama?" Ikama chuckled, his smile reflecting across the walls of the prison cell. "We lived a nice life of freedom - now we have to deal with the consequences!" he exclaimed, echoing around the prison. Back on the battlefield sat the determined Michael along with the annoyed Robin, who kept throwing punches at him by the second. As his fiery first continued to be countered by Michael's fast reflexes, a green glow, abnormal from his other eye glows, was released. "Since you wanna play this game, I'll end it for you!" Robin sighed. "I've dealt with plenty of show offs on my way here, you're just ADDING TO IT!" Picking up his club which was filled with spikes, he charged back at Michael, determined to end him in one hit. "YOU MAY NOT BE SO SMART WHEN I HAVE YOUR BLOOD IN MY MOUTH!" he exclaimed, swinging the club with his full potential and strength. Michael smiled. "Now, you're just where I wanted you." Holding up his hand, the biggest and most critical hit was landed on Robin via lightning bolt, forcing the terrain that sat above them to collapse. Screaming for power, Michael continued to hold Robin down fearlessly and ferociously. "YOU IDIOT! YOU WON'T KILL TEAM ENTITY OVER MY DEAD BODY!" he exclaimed, adding even more power of his lightning bolt. As his power continued to wear off due to the massive strength he had endured. Falling to his knees, Michael looked at Robin, who formed his own puddle of blood due to the massive hole that ripped through his heart and stomach. Before Michael could recover and celebrate, however, a black substance continued to seep out of Robin, looming into the sky above. Touching it to identify the substance, Michael had been fatally cut by the alleged raindrop. "Why the hell is the whole region getting dark…? Did he… change the weather?" Meanwhile, 1 mile ahead, Trya continued to cruise through the desert as her water supported her during the massive voyage she was undertaking with Michael. "Shit! If Michael dies, our alliance is as good as gone! I'll have to save my power for first and second place, though…" Suddenly, Trya came to a halt after seeing two men with the same bombs equipped on their back that she had. "Are you guys… part of the race too…?" she asked, sipping her massive bottle of water in the process. One of the two men, both wearing thick straw hats, smiled. "We're professionals at this. You're a beautiful woman, so we've decided via our minds to spare you. My name is Hai, and this is my partner, Tuka. Of course we look identical, we're twins!" Trya laughed with a mix of worry and amusement. "So, you guys aren't going to massacre me behind my back?" Both Hai and Tuka smiled. "We're your allies now! Of course, only one of us could win now, but we can still make the most of it while this race lasts!" Trya smiled. "I guess it's official, then…" Hai, turning away from Trya, pulled out his radio transmitter, trying to get to Hama. "We've got one of the targets, Trya Velasquez. Michael is still yet to be found, but when we get to the Oaysys border, we'll be sure to kill them off in style." Hama smiled evilly. "Good job, my fellow minions. You have impressed me once again!"
HAI AND TUKA - PROFESSIONAL ASSASSINS WORKING UNDER HAMA BOA, BOUNTIES 1,759,000
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER - Overwhelming Pain! Michael Catches Up!