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The-Blades-slave:
Link

Link gasped as he was sliced, his reflexes throwing his sword at the Claw trooper. It slowly dissolved before hitting him and Link desynced.

Warren, Daylin and Tylan

The orb shot out electricity, and Tylan barely leaped away. Warren's body shook as electricity pulsed through it. He fell to the ground, smoking and bleeding. Tylan stood wide eyed, before catching a glimpse of Daylin.

Daylin, get over here.

In a flash of red hair Daylin was there, still sweaty from the gym. Tylan held a no nonsense look. Taking off his shirt, Tylan covered his arms with it, and lifted up Warren, gritting his teeth as the electricity still took its toll on him. He nodded for Daylin to check on Stan, and see what was up, before running as fast as he could, carrying Warren. He was headed for the arena, that was the only place he could think of.

Tickles:
Stan was outside the orb, and in an instant he and his opponent were being shocked by a strange arc of red electricity.

AAHHHHHH!

He rolled over on his side, and the orb stopped glowing, floating skyward. Stan tried to reach for it, but the damage was done, he slipped out of consciousness. His body lay limp, but he was still breathing.

The men on the roof retrieved their sphere.

1-Well, did you have your fun?

2-Not as much as I would like. They started to bore me after a bit. Guess neither of them are the one master is looking for.

1-No. One of them seems to prove valuable, I can see it. He is definitely the one we need for the ritual.

2-Whatever you say. Let's get out of here. I'm in the mood for something strong to drink.

The two men leave without a trace.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan

Tylan slid into the arena, screaming at the tops of his lungs

HELP!

He glanced around feverishly, needing an answer. His best friend was in danger.

Daylin

Daylin watched as the man many considered invulnerable fell. He shook his head, now was not the time. He scooped him up, ignoring the electric shocks, and ran straight for the arena. He made it there quickly. Standing beside his brother he awaited help. He was deadly calm.

Tickles:
A group of people were heading to the source of the screaming. When they seen the champ and another man out cold, they immediately called for the ambulance. When it arrived, the medics carefully took the two and set them up in stretchers.

We're going to need you guys to come with us. We need to know what happened so they can be treated.

One of the medics called for the police to meet them at the hospital, as she seemed suspicious about what happened.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan and Daylin

Tylan immediately stepped into the ambulance, but Daylin stood firm.

Come on.

Daylin shook his head, he was still too calm.

I am finding those bastards.

Tylan swore.

Now is not the time. You stand no chance, after we deal with this. I will come with you. We will find them.

Daylin reluctantly got in.

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