Sylvester dodged to the right, stumbling over himself and falling on his back as his body failed to keep up with the speed his Organion pushed him to. Emanuel struck the ground, crushing the cement beneath the floor and sending a shockwave outwards that knocked the chairs and desks in the room against the walls. Sylvester pulled himself up, taking a brief moment to check for the wolf. The hands returned to his side- only six of them- as he backed against the wall to ensure he had no attacks to worry about from behind.

"What the hell was that?!" Ano exclaimed happily, patting Emanuel on the back.

"Chalion."

"Obviously, dipshit, I'm asking how you got your attack through his hands!"

"Well," Emanuel "It's something I remembered hearing about from one of my tutors. It's called a Haon cancel; since Organion and Chalion spin in opposite directions, if you match an Organion attack with an equal or greater amount of Chalion, the two energies cancel out and negate each other."

"Holy shit, when did you learn about that?!"

"Less than a year ago. There was so much info they crammed into my head that barely any of it stuck after my rank exam, not gonna lie."

A chill went up Sylvester's spine as he heard this. He knew what a Haon cancel was, but never considered how thoroughly his Modus was countered by the simple technique- he'd never fought other Slayers before. Worse, it was impossible to know if the hands would normally recognize if an attack was modified with Chalion or Organion, and whether they'd automatically move to block or not. Sylvester summoned the two hands back, and returned to a fighting stance. The fight had just turned against him.

"Now that we know the trick," Ano smiled as the two boys got into position next to each other, Canis Minor joining them to make three, "you should be able to beat this guy's ass no problem."

"Sure can, but I don't know how much juice I've got left."

"Same here- but he can't have that much left either, right? Right?"

The two boys looked at each other, and nodded. This would probably be the last clash of the fight. They ran at Sylvester in sync, without using any Organion, and began their assault. Ano went high, making repeated attacks against Sylvester's face, while Emanuel went low, using Chalion and punching right for Sylvester's gut. To Sylvester's shock, the hands moved to block attacks from the both of them, forcing Sylvester to focus some of his thoughts on channeling Organion into his stomach to mitigate Emanuel's blows. Try as he might, there was simply no way for Sylvester to keep up with this offense, especially since half of his hands weren't listening to him. There was only one option: to counterattack.

The eight hands flew out at the boys, striking them suddenly and causing them to retreat. Sylvester dashed forward after Emanuel, seeing him as both the greater threat and as the most likely opponent to take down. Taking notes from his opponent, Sylvester opened with a punch empowered by Organion that he wound up at Emanuel, using the eight hands to keep Ano busy by focusing the directive of Lavender Fields to "attack Ano." As Sylvester brought his fist close to Emanuel, Emanuel collected Chalion around himself, but once the punch was thrown the Organion that clad the fist disappeared, and the hands that Ano was occupied with did as well.

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With a burst of red light, Emanuel flew across the room, crashing into the wall. He winced at the familiar pain that covered his body, threatening to cause him to lose consciousness. As Emanuel collected himself, focusing his Organion on his stomach, where the brunt of the attacks had landed, he stood up as Ano continued to fend off the attacks from Sylvester. The room around the man was crumbling under the weight of the constant attacks, but Ano persisted, the blue light that shone from him growing brighter and brighter with each of the hundreds of blows that flew throughout the room. Ano stepped forward with great effort, fighting back the pressure of each strike, but his light only shined brighter. It shined brighter, and brighter, and brighter, and as it did the force of the blows seemed to lessen and Ano seemed to stand taller, until at last he stopped guarding and returned to a fighting stance, seemingly completely unaffected by the attacks. In a flash, and with a thunderous blow, Ano lay on the ground, where Sylvester once stood, lying with his feet out in the position of a dropkick. Sylvester, whom Emanuel had lost sight of, was embedded into the wall opposite Ano.

Sylvester fell to the ground, unconscious. Emanuel limped over, and patted Ano on the shoulder.

"How the hell did you do that?" he asked.

"Nobody," Ano replied with a smile, "and I mean nobody, not even my GOAT, can use Organion and Chalion at the same time. So I did that cancel thingy, and negated all of his punches."

Emanuel collapsed onto the floor. "That's fucking crazy." The two laughed. They laughed and laughed, and patted each other on the back- in spirit, since Emanuel was in no condition to stand. They laughed, and congratulated each other on their first major victory.

With a flash of red light, Ano hit the ground with a sickening squelch. His head was bleeding, and badly. Emanuel rolled to his feet, but couldn't react quickly enough to block the punch that sent him flying backwards. Sylvester stood over the defeated boy, trickling blood from his head and mouth, his hands aglow with red smoke. He didn't have much left, but he certainly had enough left to kill these two brats. Emanuel struggled to his feet, and attempted to rise to a kneel. He doubted he had the ability to stand anymore, as his head rang and his nose bled onto his shirt, but he had to do something, anything at all. He tried to heal, but had nothing left to give. He wobbled to his feet. In a second, he felt his stomach explode with pain as Sylvester pulled him in close, landing a crushing blow on his gut. Emanuel fell onto his hands and knees, gagging.

"You little shits really thought you could throw down with me?" he mocked, sputtering through a mouthful of blood. "I'm one of the fucking chosen. I'm one-in-a-million. I'm gonna be at the fucking top!"

Sylvester stomped on Emanuel's head, not so much to damage but to make a point. He laughed as he ground Emanuel's face into the floor.

"What the fuck makes you think you're so special, huh? Your shitty families make you automatically good at everything? That's not how this works!" He stomped down on Emanuel's head again. "This is the real world, princess! You have to work your ass off, and you still won't get recognized! You do everything, and nobody gives a shit! Brats like you ride your families' fame all the way through life, while us bottom-feeders struggle to make a living! And you don't even deserve it! I deserve it! I deserve to have a wife, and be a five-star, and live in a nice house, not be assigned to teach shit-eating brats like you who've lived with so much privilege that you can't even tie your own shoes!" He stomped down on Emanuel's head again, then leaned down to grab him by the hair. "I hate kids like you. I hate everything about this shitty world where people like you get to live the good life, while people who deserve better get treated worse!"

Sylvester pulled his hand back, and red smoke poured out from between his fingers. "I'm going to fucking-" Sylvester's thoughts were cut short as he choked in pain, dropping Emanuel as he grasped at the jaws of the wolf that had clamped down on his throat. He thrashed back and forth, attempting to get the wolf off of him, but doing so only made the wound worse. Canis Minor grabbed onto his body with its paws, and twisted with all of its might. With a sickening snap, his head fell limp, and the man collapsed.

Through bloody vision, Emanuel watched his wolf kill the man. He vomited onto the floor.