CLASH!, "I'm leading Baa." Fua cockily said as the two continued to exchange blows, neither landing a clean strike on the other.

"These two are very skilled aren't they?" Westcott asked Q as the two watched on.

"Yes they are" Q said out loud, "this man gives me an odd vybz. It's like he knows how I am, if that's the case he could be a threat" he thought to himself.

The contest was drawing to a close as Fua only needed to land one more strike against Baa. Zoozoom! zoozoom! as the two exchange vollies at each other, with a sharp swing Fua took a chance. Whoosh! "Your being too hasty" said Baa as he weaved under countering with a low hook.

Know that Baa would counter Fua quickly responded chopping downward upon him, "as expected Baa you're like an open book" he mocked as his hand plummeted down.

"Pistol", WHAMM!!

"Arrgggghhhh!!"

"POINT!!!! BAAAAAA!!!!" shouted the score keeper, "what? Did you see that happened, I saw his head rocked back", the crowd muttered as they tried to understand what had just happened.

"Clever, he gave Fua an opening knowing Fua knew it was a trick and would be looking to counter his counter" westcott explained.

"He got reckless with his counter" response Q.

"Reckless? Yes but no, I'll explain. Within the Suits themselves they are three factions, those who predominantly uses the Hitman, Blade and Sword Arts. Of these three styles the Sword and Blade are both highly versatile but neither of the two have establish dominants over the other."

"So you're saying he allowed the rivalry of the two style to influence his last strike. Baa on the other hand played his cards well, being able to change his stance so swiftly was intriguing" Q stated.

The match reset with bout of them now tied,

"You got luck then but I'm not going to allow it a next time" Fua stated striking repeatedly at Baa. Paring and also responding, Baa matched Fua pace with each exchange.

As the contest continued Q grew more weary of the stranger and took the opportunity of the surroundings to strike him hopping if he reacted violently the Suits would intervene.

Focusing his grace within his finger Q struck at his lower back, Smack! In a sudden swift motion the stranger knocked away Q's finger and retaliated with little sound using his finger as well striking towards Q's chest.

SMACK! Q also knocked aside the stranger's counter, the both glared at each other and within the mist of the crowd the to began too tussle with one another.

Whoosh!whoosh! As the two displayed a high level of skill, thrusting viciously at each other at such a pace that not one within the crowd had noticed.

"Aren't y'all tired trying to finger the other? Two grown ass men having a finger match." Phil said as he had been standing behind them watching.

*Turns*

Q now felt as if he was surrounded and acted accordingly, thrusting his fingers towards the new stranger's(phil) neck.

"I'll kill them both without a sound and then make my escape" Q thought to himself.

Inches from Phil's throat Q began to halt to a stop, his body was as if it was frozen and to his left side he saw a massive fist approaching.

Whzooommm!!, barely avoiding impact Q shifted himself backwards.

"What just happened?" Q thought as he had just felt his entire body stopped with him being unable to move at will.

"He moved? How he should have been able to move freely so soon, only a few can break my hold and he doesn't carry the presence of a Tower or King so how" westcott ponder.

Q still confused prepared himself to engage against both strangers.

"Only one of them is an actual problem. I'll faint towards him then shift and take out the other" Q said. Westcott still pondering decided to take a chance on Q, however at this point he wasn't entirely sure it was Q. So he baited him with phil.

Q with swift but quiet movement approach them, westcott then pushed phil upon Q suprising them both.

Q not wanting to waste this chance went in for a crippling blow but before he could land it his body froze once more, "again? What is this?" he thought before forcefully breaking the hold.

"You broke it one again" westcott said as he leaned over Q's shoulder. "Are you a knight?" he whispered.

"How does he????? This voice.... no no he's dead" Q thought.

"WESTCOTT!!;YOU ASS!!!" phil snapped.

Once he heard the name Q was relieved but that feeling was short live for it wasn't just him that head the name. No the entire Blue Suits squads had heard and recognize it, in seconds the crowd was in chaos with Q, Westcott and Phil racing through the crowd followed by Baa, Fue and the other Blue Suits members.

"Westcott is it really you?" Q question as they race down the street.

"Yes..yes it me Westcott the leader of the Knights Orchestra" he answered.

"SHUTUP!! AND RUN FASTER!!" screamed Phil.

Not too far behind chased the blue Suits, "I cant believe they were with the city. Even watching our match, they must have been gathering Intel" Baa said.

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"Sir will chew us out for such a screw up, they're probably heading for the hill side where his camp is" Fua stated. The Suits split apart into groups, taking different routes towards Q's camp.

As the three existed the city a fury of shadows spurn upon them, dashing forward both Q and Westcott engaged against them.

Moving like a coursing river Q and westcott rush through the oncoming shadows, Q led the charge swiftly striking any opposing shadow. While westcott followed up Q's initial strike with a finishing blow, "ahhhahhaah it's been ages senses I've felt such a rush" wailed out westcott as he and Q moved in sink with another.

Watching form behind was Phil awmaze by how skilled the two wore and how they're chemistry was so incredible.

"The Mighty Orchestra and The Supreme Q, lead of the The Dreaded Trinity and the Knights core Sloth (Tye), the horn child Collar who was found sleeping among dead villagers by the church and instead of killing him they chose to raise him. Once his strength started to grow the place a seal of the Nine on him an place him under Q's command.

As for the other two, the Narcissist Arson Primous, he was scouted out by Knights of the church and as he grew his passion for Arson blossom. Its said he lit one of the great churches for ordering him to follow Q but after he lost to Q his tone settled.

The worst of them all, the berserk butcher he's the second most feared within the entire Knights Core. He was the youngest war commander to ever be chosen, his thirst for war was so great that he even venturing out looking for conflicts."

These thoughts raced through Phil's head as he always wanted to meet the commander of such a unit.

"Grrrhhhhhhh!!!", "Aahrrgghhh!!!!", locking arms both Balar and Butcher were now contesting against each other in a battle of endurance.

(Moments earlier )

After transforming into his Primal form, Balar jolted towards butcher at lightning speeds, "he's faster than expected" butcher thought as he ready himself. THOOMD! a shocking tackle to butcher's gut, wrenching his horns into butcher and lifting him above to parade him around.

The remaining tribesmen watched the duel and were all celebrating with Balar as he showed off his strength.

"That idiot plays too much" Ziair said as he was still overseeing the events, "fall you've placed the tribes in a hard spot with you being so heavily injured, surrounding clan and the several organizations within the south are all going to want to challenge our authority" Ziair said as he stood besides fall how was still being tended too.

"Awuk!!!" Spuing blood from his helmet and dripping from his stomach where Balar's horns penetrated him. "agggrrhhhh!!!" Butcher groaned, Gripping hold of Balar's horns. He pushed himself upward off the embedded horns, "what? You're still conscious" Balar said in disbelief. "Doesn't matter" Balar said as he whipped his head back building momentum to then whip it forward in atempt to launch butcher into the ground with great force.

But however as he whip his head forward butcher pull down and swung himself to perform a drop kick, whoosh WHAMMM!!

Bashing into Balar's face BAM!! the sound echo through as his head rocked back, "Auuuhhhargghhrk!!! His strikes are ridiculous" Balar thought as he stumbled backwards trying too stay balanced.

"I ain't finished!" Yelled butcher as he rushed Balar who was unable to react in time, Swoop!

In one swift motion butcher took Balar's by the back.

*Tightens hold*

"welcome to suplex city" butcher cockily said.

"Beast Mane: Thorny Assault!!" Balar shouted as his fur harden and shot forth in all directions. Piercing butcher cause minor and severe wounds.

"Agrrrhhhhh grrrhhhhh mmmhhh....... it will take alot more to exist this city" butcher whispered. "GRAND ENTRANCE!!!!!" WHAAMMMM!!!! executing his Suplex at such a speed that Balar had been whiplash before impact. Crashing down causing a massive crater that it shook the ground and crumble.

The surrounding tribesmen were shocked by butcher display of strength, it overwhelmed them but not with fear. No with rage, they began to approach butcher who was still holding on too Balar. "Seems your people want to help you" butcher said as he shifted his hold on him.

"TRIBE!! THIS IS BALAR'S FIGHT DON'T DISGRACE IT!!, DEAL WITH DOES IN THE TRENCHES" roared Ziair.

"What??" Butcher shouted, "You're so full of yourself that you dare become distracted against me" Balar said as he was enraged that he had been looked down upon. Quickly grabbing butcher by the back of his helmet Balar launched his thick skull into butcher. The eminence force of the blow hurled butcher off him, "Argghhhhhhhh!!!!!" Cried out butcher as the shock of the blow surge through him causing intense pain.

Squirming pain butcher saw a small glimpse of the Knights being assaulted by the tribesmen. This brought him back to his senses as he could now clearly see that Sarge was now engaged against the remaining tribesmen, in a panic butcher raced toward the trenches but was quickly intersected by the beast tribe's elite.

"Your fight is with Balar" they stated all cockily.

"The first beating like it wasn't enough for y'all" butcher respond as he started walking towards them.

"Beast flow: Iron Claw , round two butch" he confidently.

"Seems you miss the city...imma have to carry you back. This time I'll introduce you too the people, I can't waste any more time. Sarge and the others may not be able to hold out that long * coughs up blood * shit my everywhere is bleeding, arrgghh....wait why do I care about injuries? Imma flipping priest.

Nine's Blessing: Rebirth! * still heavily injured*.

I should've been a better student" butcher thought to himself as he was still at a low class in the healing arts.

Bach at Q's camp

"Arrgggghhhh!!" Screamed out from both sides, upon arrival at the base of the hill several of Q's Knights laid dead along with members of the Suits. Racing to the top of the hillside passing the corpse spread out over the recently built defense. At the the battle continued with less than half of Q's personal guard left too fight, as his rage boiled he saw one of the younger members before him dead. SNAP!!! "KNIGHTS ARTS: BLOOD LANCE!!!"