Silence rang loud as Cherry whispered “wow”. I’ve never seen someone be blown away like that before. Cherry’s heart pumped with unease, truly this may have been one of the few times she felt fear. Bluus stood up shaking his head, he readjusted his shades, refitting his hat within the daze. As he tried to collect himself, Urjohar ran up from behind, his knee landing square under Bluus’s jaw. Dropped like a wet cake taken from a freezer in the midst of a hot summer day, forgotten to be eaten until the sun sets.

  “Stay outta this!!! Taiga!!! This ain’t your fight!” Urjohar tore at his lungs to belt at Taiga. Blood wiggled its way out, but Urjohar kept his face straight through the pain. Taiga closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

  “Hah, Walli,” Ben Krow said.

  “Indeed, he’s on Gorilla’s level…”

  “A Gorilla…?” Fester blurted. “Wasn’t that the guy Taiga took out?”

  “Indeed it was,” Horst replied.

  Ben Krow shuddered. A middle school brat… This is getting out of hand.

  “Look at that, Krow, it seems it really is my time?”

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  “Why question it, you're the only one on his level,” Ben Krow replied.

  “I don’t care who it is, as long as I am done with this by three. I got work,” Taiga announced.

  Walli felt a tinge of worry. Oh man, what is this feeling? Like I’m playing right into God’s hand… Oh man-Oh man… A boiling passionate aura leaked from Walli’s pores.

  Awg… The slaughter, the smell of blood, the decay… Dust and sweat, the stink. I just wanna go home… Fester began to tear up as they held their glitter-sparkly-starlight wand won at the cafe. Exactly at this moment, the wind carried a light softer than any other, leaves fresher than any other surfed along the waves of the comforting breeze. Cherry could feel its gentle pulse, clean as a sea-breeze, a morning of new dew, the hug of a mother.

  The wind wasn’t cold, yet it made their skins goose, their hearts skipped. A shudder, a slip of concentration, a sweetness that struck their senses, all stood in shock and confusion. The light almost blinded Ben Krow, but he did not look away, rather he opened his eyes wider. Trying to peak through what was…no…rather, what had arrived.

  What is this? What’s going on… No one on this side should have enough potential to… This wind is freshening all of a sudden. The wind pillar couldn’t pull this off.

  The sweetness of melon, the freshness of a clean world, Horst concluded correctly, for in his thoughts he knew who had arrived. Upon the arch, gilded by wings made from the sun, a light that left him but a shadow in the eyes of those beneath him. There he stood, fluttering curls graced with a smile softer than any angel’s.

  “Looks like loads of fun down there. Mind if I join too?” Otie asked.