Dark sneers, as he launches himself into the air and slams his blade into the temple of his opponent. “SLAYER… SLAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!”
Hercules facepalms, before gesturing to Dark. “Can we try to PLEASE NOT KILL anyone before the tournament!?”
“That guy was a Nazi,” said Askal, arms crossed and leaning on the wall.
The trio are in fact, in yet another warehouse.
“Yeah, but NOT cracking their heads open would be good practice to NOT GET OURSELVES KILLED BY THE ENEMY IN THE TOURNAMENT!!?” Hercules yelled. “Everyone knows when you escalate, you end up having a hard time going down. Especially with rumored variants in the tournament. But the variants chose our side, BUT STILL!!! A battle for the Saint King title!? TERRIBLE!!!”
“Quit being a Hybrid and start blasting heads…” Askal rolled her eyes, as Hercules does so and blasts their head open.
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.
Askal rolls her eyes. “Come in, prick!”
Dark Prime enters the warehouse. “Well… Seems that you siblings have gotten accustomed to… whatever this is…”
“Killing people?” asked the pair, and Hercules slapped his forehead.
Hercules walks away. “I’m going to bed.”
“Where!?” asked Dark Silver, as Hercules flew away as a gush of wind left his body.
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Dark Prime sighs. “Do you realize where that katana comes from?”
“Excuse you?” asked Dark Silver.
“You use it as a backscratcher, don’t cha?” smirked Dark Prime, approaching Dark Silver. “You used it to kill my old friend, Reaps. Didn’t ya?”
“Yeah? So?”
Dark Prime punches Dark Silver.
Askal immediately tries to strike Dark Prime, who quickly knocks her down with a leg sweep.
Dark Prime didn’t even warp out his katana. But then, he does, and points it at Askal’s neck. “My friend, Athena… Is coming for you.”
“We’ve met,” mocked Askal.
“Do you know WHAT she is!? She’s BOTH a race and an individual. She’s tethered to infinite versions of herself, and she will STOP AT NOTHING TO GET BOTH OF YOU IDIOTS KILLED.”
“For what!?” asked Askal, growling and sneering.
“For killing Reaper of Earth-22.“
Askal’s eyes widen. “You knew him?”
“Yes. HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND, YOU DUMBASS!!! And I can’t believe a variant of my own SISTER killed him… One of which I am obliged to aid in this war…”
“I’m sorry…” Askal stood up. “I didn’t know!”
“Ignorance never excuses anyone,” said Dark Prime.
“We’re sorry, sir,” said Dark Silver.
Dark Prime immediately points the blade near Dark Silver’s vein. ”Dude… Do neither of you care about what you did?! Do neither of you even dream of redeeming yourselves for what you were?”
“We always do…“ said Dark Silver. “We apologize… There’s… not a day goes by that we think about all the people we killed for MABUS.”
“We’re sorry,” said Askal.
Dark Prime sighs, and he moves so quickly that a burst of wind blasts in their faces when he warps his sword away with one swing downward. “I will train both of you… Miguel Azral of Earth-152 forgives you, by the way…”
Dark and Askal turn to each other with unease in their eyes.
"We're in," smirked Askal.
"Emilia!" yelled Dark. "Don't you realize that whoever and whatever is there could be a bunch of enemies of ours!?!? What if it's too dangerous!?"
"We'll take them on," she smirked. "Sign us up as first fighters."
"Emilia!" yelled Dark.
"You want to be first?" asked Dark Prime. "First in line for challenge?"
"Yeah! How hard could it be?" smiled Emilia.