Across the desert, Itama and Kaleb continued to stare at each other, thinking of their brotherly bond simultaneously. "How did we get to this point…" they both thought. Kaleb smiled. "All of this has fallen apart since Ikama's catch… now we have to fight to win the Great Dune Dash…" Suddenly, a vengeance driven Kaleb teleported behind not only his brother, but his best friend. "This ends now." he whispered in his face. "This is the only time you don't have a trick up your slee-" Before Kaleb could finish his sentence, he was trapped in the eye of a massive explosion that sent sand flying up from the ground, creating an alternative smoke screen for Itama. Flying out of the explosion, Kaleb was knocked across the proximity of the battlefield. "Shit! He teleported me into the sky?" Teleporting once again, Itama knocked him across the battlefield once again, forcing him to land into a nearby hotel. Coughing up blood from the impact, Kaleb sighed. "I'm done thinking everything will turn out fine, Itama." Generating electricity from his palm, he smiled once again, charging at his favorite brother. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
Blood was shed on the battlefield, but it wasn't Itama's. "Yuba….?" Kaleb whispered in horror. Bleeding from his stomach, Yuba smiled. "W-Why are you guys causing a ruckus again? Now, you're just making it worse for every…"
Yuba fainted, turning the sand red. "The Kawasaki clan is now… disbanded." were the last words he muttered before his eyelids closed.
"Y-You killed Yuba…" Itama whispered. "YOU MONSTER!" Suddenly, the entire ground beneath them lifted up into the sky, parting ways with the sandy terrain of Death Desert. Kaleb sighed. "Come at me with everything you got, Itama. I'LL COUNTER IT ALL AND KILL YOU TOO!"
Back in Xavier's phantom, Michael and Trya continued to plan the final route of the GDD. "So, how are we gonna do this if first and second place are fighting?" Trya sighed. "The Kawasaki clan is the second most dangerous in the entire region. If we're gonna sneak past their ongoing battle, it's not gonna be easy…" Carving a spot into the conversation himself, Xavier looked outside the phantom. "There's a few explosions going off in the distance, so we'll have to be cautious no matter what…" Suddenly, the phantom shook. "XAVIER, HOW ARE WE ON THE BATTLEFIELD?" Fueled by embarrassment, Xavier smiled awkwardly. "WE GOTTA GET UNDERGROUND, IN FAST!" Suddenly, a stalemate was casted upon the battlefield, setting out the structure of a perfect getaway for Xavier, Trya, and Michael.
Kaleb's head had been cut off by the cleaver Itama had hidden in his pocket. Fidgeting with the blood that dripped down, Ikama looked at his dead brother. "I didn't wanna do this, but you made me! That trophy and money is MINE!" Xavier sighed, igniting his torch. "We got away." Michael celebrated happily, looking around the phantom. "Now, we're first! This race is in the bag!" Meanwhile with Jayden, an exhausted president walked into his office after hours of walking back to his city. Plopping back in his chair, he took a glimpse at all of the vacant papers that just sat around his desk. "I'll do these later, all I need to do is sleeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" Suddenly, the door flung open. "MR. PRESIDENT! SCALIA HAS JUST JOINED THE NAHATA PACT!" Jayden opened his eyes. "WHAT the hell did you just say!? Aren't those the people that had one of the Big 3 as a president?" The man saluted. "Yes, sir! As of right now, a new president has been nominated!" Looking up from the giant stack of papers that sat on his desk, Jayden looked at his representative eye to eye. "Who is it…?"