A battle like no other unfolds, and it could have not started in a better way. Yet, it sure encountered itself in the most unexpected way possible that some people could have not known in their lives. And even more noticeable when the ones who have the power to oppose those who stand against them. Together, it would be a clash like no other.

And now, in the stadium of San Diego, that will be proven.

"Hey, misters, sorry for keeping you waiting," Jackson says as he covers one of the Navigators near his back. The scientist's eyes widen over such an arrival from people like them. And before one can even react, Seiner takes out a device from his belt. It looks like a triangular-shaped button. Then he presses it and creates a large digital shield barrier. He extends it to cover the scientists as both Knights and Marines open fire at them. The impacts of both the laser bolts and bullets hit the shield, but all they do is bounce off the shield. Some landing on the ground, some even deflecting back at the attacker.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, but there were some personal issues back home." Seiner quips near to them, earning a chuckle in response. Andrei meanwhile absorbs many of the blaster shots and even some bullets to many parts of his body. While flinching a bit, he stands his ground as he focuses his gaze on the attackers. With one sweeping motion with his right hand, he redirects the blasters and bullets back to where the attackers came from. Some harmed them enough to drop them, others avoided it within the nick of time.

"Any of you pricks want to make it easy or keep up the hard way? Because I can't tell if you're fast thinkers!" Andrei taunts as he continues to deflect each blast. Soldiers scramble to ensure that they manage to get a hang of the group who hold their ground in the barrage of fire. A group of snipers near the seats form in line and take a lock towards Seiner. 

"Alright, you know how it goes, pop and we got the sucker," the Marine says to the fellow sniper.

"I'm keeping an eye on 'em..." he says as he aims steadily towards the group. He aims straight enough to reach for his trigger, but just as he does, a bullet impacts the side of his head, pushing him down to the ground as he drops the rifle.  The Marines look in the direction of the shot, coming from Sylvester himself once more. They open fire at him, but the helicopter raises shields that deflect most of the bullets in the air that do catch up to it, some do not even reach it because of the height. 

"Don't tell me you got trained with peashooters over this!" Sylvester quips as he fires some more. 

Jackson laughs as he provides cover fire to the group, mowing down enemies from every corner around him. Even with an extreme amount of sensory barrage to his ears, he still keeps up with his work and making sure the mission is followed in all ways possible. He then puts his hand on his ear.

"Sly, is the coast clear, over?"

"Affirmative my man, you're all set to go and give these people their next chance in life. But in any case, I'll continue providing cover from up here." The group then heads towards the exit while escorting the group of scientists away, as well as picking up the remaining G.o.D members and Mehdi's remains. 

"No one else will die today, not on my watch," he says as he carries Caoimhe in his arms away from the battlefield, shooting at any side he sees as Seiner deploys more shield around them as they dash near the exit of the stadium.

"Quick shooter, uh..." she whispers.

"Right. But there's another matter to be dealt with." He eyes the figures behind his back, the sight of Logan, Amira and Lucy near the position of where the Inquisitors are. Their job may be done, but to other heroes, another part must be completed to ensure a proper outcome

***

"Well, I assume that you have returned to settle the score, and probably still blind as usual." Yamja sneers, her two blades vibrant with electricity with purple hue with eyes locked on Amira. Even if all that matters for her can be reached now, it is only a matter of time of gaining one's strength to ensure a victory in this very moment.

"I will settle it when I have to. But nonetheless, be on guard, loyal heiress of the Kujar." Amira takes her stance by holding her Light Blade in her right hand near her head, the tip of the blade all pointing towards Yamja herself. Logan follows up by igniting his katana form, as he holds the sword, the tip of the blade is facing in the direction of Yamaj's throat, breathing slowly yet never removing his sight from her.

"I will protect any living being with this blade, no matter how much of my blood I spill."

"Only the most stubborn try to say anything before their deaths," Raven says as he extendss his claws from his glove. His stance unflinching while keeping his sight on the warriors themselves regardless of the size of the weapons. Dakrin approaches with a wide grin on his face, holding his golden sword near his shoulders while Jeanette stands still, her hands on the holstered gun.

"Begin," Lucy says as she and the rest rush towards the Inquisitors with their blades at hand, her eyes set on Jeanette, Logan on Raven and Dakrin and Amira on Yamja. A battlefield to be shifted soon by those who can live long enough to see it. Or die in them.

Dakrin is the first one to leap forward, ready to slice Logan up. The latter only merely turns left with his upper torso as Dakrin's tip hits the soil with some sparks going off. Not to be deterred, he rushes towards him, slicing horizontally and vertically in every direction of the body including the neck, chest and even the arms. Logan evades all of them with his grip on his sword intact. But just about as Logan raises his sword, Raven pulls his arm away and holds it tightly, with Darkin spouting a wide smirk as he plunges once more.

Amira slices and blocks a handful of Yamja's strikes, each one coming from any direction she can think of. As this happens, she turns around to see Raven's ambush of Logan, so she extends her hand while having the other grip the blade blocking Yamja's blade. Raven is thrown aside near the walls of the seats. It is enough to give Logan the momentum to parry Dakrin's blade to his right side. 

"Do not cheat, princess!" Yamja sneers as she thrusts one of her blades at Amira's left arm, which she jumps backwards. Yamja growls in response as electric sparkles fly off from the energy of the dark blades themselves. Amira keeps her stance with one hand, as parries and blocks most of the attacks Yamja throws.

"Do not think this could be easy as last time, jerk!" Dakrin shouts as he hacks his way towards Logan's blade. After a vertical one, Logan grabs his left arm as Dakrin winces from the pressure it has on him. He then strikes with the knee to the stomach, which Logan responds by a palm thrust near Dakrin's heart, hobbling backwards for a bit. He stumbles with Lucy, who pushes him back as she plays a game of knife with Jeanette herself before rushing back to Logan.

"Ye can surely keep up withit some sweat, isn't it?" Lucy taunts he she holds her Gerber Mark II knife in front of Jeanette, while Jeanette holds her Kukri blade with a reverse grip on it. She slices horizontally near Lucy's wrist, cutting part of the clothing but without any sign it reached her hand directly. She chuckles in response as she grapples with Jeanette in an attempt to gain a upper hand in the duel, neither side willing to back down as both grapple each other with the same ounce of strength as they lurch with every step they have.

"Not a chance for amateurs," Jeanette retorts as she smites Lucy once more. One enough to stumble backwards from the blow. She keeps her composure, however, as she readies her stance once more.

As this goes on, Amira and Yamja lock into a consecutive series of blows and slices from each of their blades in every direction they think of. Stuck on a standoff as she holds one of her blades against Amira's, she uses the other to attempt a wound on Amira's kneecap. But before it can reach even one inch of the tip near the skin, a tap from Amira's left foot shakes Yamja backwards as shockwaves from it blow in every direction. And just before they know it with another blow, Raven descends where Yamja is with his ignited boots, with some rubble and pebbles from the impact he received. Amira furrows her brows as she tightens her grip on the blade as she breathes in intervals within seconds.

You can do this Amira, you can do this...

A pause ensues between the three, all readying their attack that can favor them greatly in such instance while the sparks and clashes of the other blades around them resonate among them well yet keep their sights on each other.  Just then, all three leap forward, with Yamja using her right blade and Raven both of his claws as they connect with Amira's light blade whom she strikes horizontally. Shocks and sparks fly from every direction from the impact, yet all remain where they stand, not a single change in their moves as well. 

"You're not so bad today, sweet Ami. I'm sure your fellows would be proud of you...if they were still here anyway!" Yamja smirks as she sharpens her light blades filled with the dark and purple matter itself. Amira's furrowed brow and frown remains consistent in her intents and expressions.

"Not this time, you will not make me lose control."

"We shall see," Raven replies as he boosts forward with his boots towards Amira, his claws pointing in her direction. Amira parries with a single stroke of the saber on the right, as Ravens turns to the other side from the strike he had while landing on the ground by the sheer force. As Amira looks on, Yamja plunges with an attempt of a swift thrust near her back. Amira, however turns her blade around to deter it without moving back. Yamja grimaces at this as the force pushes her back to the ground. Amira turns around, walking near her position.

"You've got a clever girl, I gotta tell ya!" Dakrin taunts as he tries to keep his grip on the blade, yet stumbling in most steps after a handful of consecutive strikes from Logan himself. He rushes forward for a thrust near Logan's neck, but he raises his Katana shaped saber near his head in a straight line. Just as the blade nears the neck, Logan slices downwards, as Dakrin stumbles down from the force of the impact. Dakrin gets up while gripping the sword itself while Logan circles around him. 

"Just try and fill me up with all you have with that idiotic stance, I'm curious!" Dakrin punches the ground while keeping his sight on him. He rushes once more, but Logan slices at every angle from the blade as Dakrin stumbles down yet keeping up with the grip of his own weapon. With a vertical strike followed by a yell, it knocks Dakrin's sword away as he picks it up with his other hand. He then crosses the blades in a x-shaped way near his throat, enough to make him gulp down and tremble for a bit for such a sight in front of him. Pride before the fall they say, and it can dome down hard after all.

"You still lack the discpline for a proper fight. Relying on dirty tricks will only make you a thug with a blade instead of trained professional. Once you come clean, you can train with me if you like," Logan says, keeping a gentle tone yet still knowing well of what to expect from the likes of Dakrin himself. 

Dakrin's response is a simple spit on Logan's armor, yet he doesn't even bat an eye on it.  Logan, without even turning to another side, hurls the blade to the left side, enough to reach the seats from above. Dakrin gasps as he makes a run for it in the direction it went. As this goes on, Logan turns to his right, seeing Amira standing off in lockdown between the blades of the Inquisitors while Jeanette is holding Lucy in a chokehold behind her back.

"Logan, is the coast clear or not?" Seiner asks with the comm in his hear. He places his hand near his right as he presses the button.

"Almost, we have two more to take care off before we can get out."

"Just hurry up now, the chopper won't last too long against enemy fire."

"Copy that." Logan then places his hand back down, rushing towards the direction of Amira to provide assistance that she can need. As she rushes near Lucy, she elbows Jeanette behind and grapples her left hand to catch a grip of her Kukri knife while she notices Logan running. She smirks while holding Jeanette down as she grunts from the force.

"Go get'em, mate!" Lucy yells before Jeanette kicks Lucy's right foot, which releases her from her grip as she gets her stance back in place. Lucy winces from the force of the kick, yet keeps her knife in front of her as she makes every turn in placing the knife in each hand as a form of exercise from her.

"Can't quit yet?" Jeanette asks without a change of tone from her voice.

"Our kind never quits for buggers like you!'

***

As this unfolds, Agent Sequence gets up while limping from his right foot, heading to the other side of the seats to find the rest of his teammates. Picking up Agents Ace and Diamond, he observes the battle around him as the others crawl to near his position as they sit down while clutching to the wounds or fractures in their bodies.

"Guess we don't have any choice left..." Sequence then presses down a button near the device near his wrist, which starts beeping with a red light three times, all while a voice reveals the following. 

"CODE: EPSILON, INITIATED. EVACUATE TO A SAFE ZONE."

"Do we even have time, Sequence?" House asks as he limps with Widow and Open. Sequence does not even turn to face them as this goes on.

"They'll follow my signal. You can expect that well from them. Now be quiet or I'll leave you behind if you whine even further," he replies as he picks Ace and Diamond from the ground while moving from one of the fields to the nearby exit.

"And the scientists? Are you really gonna forsake your mission just because of some beings that we can absolutely take on with everything?!"

"You've seen what they can do, how they read us, how they see us. We can barely move in this instant for a handful of minutes and this happens. If you want to keep up with your lust of blood, then you better be patient. I won't repeat myself like I did with House."

"No, no no!" Widow protests while smacking him on the back. He doesn't even flinch from every single one of them as they keep up with the exit. Despite what she wants, her eyes narrow down as she sighs from it. She knows it well and there's no denying, they are ones beyond what they have. And like the most prepared warriors, a further study of them is required for a better outcome next.

"They will know balance...they will know it," she mutters to herself as she sees the horizon near the exit, a multitude of contrails following the morning sunshine near the clouds. And a handful of sillohoutes near them moving with a singular position that follow the smaller figures emitting the contrails.

"May they see the errors of their ways," Sequence says as they stop near the exit, now waiting for this new response coming for them...and the heroes too.

***

Yamja leaps upwards in the air, diving with a kick in Amira's direction as she holds her saber with two hands to prepare for the impact.  The kick reaches the laser blade, the force causing sparks of electricity to fly around in every direction while Amira tightens her grip on the blade from the sheer strength of the attack. This then pushes her away while staying on her feet. But before she can react to another one, Raven grabs her arms with his left hand and the legs with his right hand, a learning strategy only the most experience can learn in such battlefields. Especially when it comes to hidden techniques like that. She attempts to free herself from Raven by tapping every finger she has to conjure a strike, yet no results.

"You may have fought well this time, but not enough to see your beloved again," Raven says as Yamja levitates in the air with her bat-like wings in her back flapping back and forth. She chuckles slightly while extending her arms to hold her swords wide open. As she approaches Amira, the blade ignite a larger amount of dark electric energy, one that even envelops her arms around her.

"That's right...say goodbye, sweet Ami!" Yamja asserts as she as she swings her blades near Amira's throat. Amira closes her eyes as she hears the cackling electric sound of the blade.

And yet, one's will must not be denied.

Proof when Logan rushes in with a yell while spinning with his blade, managing to impact her swords, as she stumbles backwards from the force of the blow. Amira's eyes open once more as she gets to see the red-clad hero standing in front of her once more, as like in Beagle base, he would ensure she won't get hurt no matter what. A smile forms on her face from such sight.

"Ohhhh, coming to save your princess once more, prince charming?" Yamja sneers as she approaches Logan with clear intent.

"I'm not a prince...but my goal is all the same."

Just then,Raven turns around to see the direction where the Agents exited, and gets a glimpse of the objects with the contrails in the sky. Amira turns her eyes in the same direction too, wondering what are they in the distance.

But before Amira can even deduce the objects in question, Raven sudddenly releases her from his grip while igniting his rocket boots as he levitates in the air. And even before a word is uttered from her, he flies towards Yamja's direction still in a deadlock with Logan. 

"Withdraw." He orders as he grabs the others, enough to drive them away from the same sheer strength of the velocity of the boots themselves. Soon after, he picks Jeanette who has pinned Lucy on the ground as they grapple with each other's knives. Last but not least, he grabs Dakrin through his collar. They shriek as they're dragged away to the nearest exit of the stadium itself. Yamja meanwhile flies away towards Raven, ready to escape as well.

"Leaving just now? But why?" Logan asks but not before Amira flies in too to grab him, then flying to near Lucy's position as she gets the knife back in her pocket while shrieking from the sheer strength of the flying once more.

"Logan, we're detecting a salvo of long range missiles heading our way, let's get the hell out of here!" Sylvester says in the intercomms as the Chrome Chopper descends near the position of the other team. A clever call from the Group itself, yet the purpose of such strike can only further demonstrate the objective of such organization. Hiding everything in sight when awry, regardless of value.

Reaching the exit, they arrives as the Chopper descends near the ground, enough for the others to hop on board with every single survivor they can find while incoming Zlocan mechas and troops arrive in the distance. The Chopper, of course provide cover fire from the turrets as it ascends to the sky and flying off to the direction of FOB base.