Q's personal troops were surrounded.

"KEEP FIGHTING!" Shouted squadron commander as he held off the income waves of blue Suits members.

" Tighten the defensive line, too think they would have hit us from the back and both flanks, I should've known better, we're in their territory" he thought as he commanded the knight to press on.

The blue suits continued to assault the squadron with relentless force, SHEESH!! "Arrrggghhhhh!!!" Cried out suit members.

"I'll cover this hill with the blood of every suit here calmly" spoke Q as he drew his arms out of the back of blue Suits members.

The sudden attack from the rear caught the Suits by surprise but it didn't halt their progression on the defending Knights.

The Three Division Heads of the Blue Suits led the assault at the front and divert small squads to slow Q.

Watching from behind was Westcott and Phil.

The two had stop once they gotten upon the hillside, witnessing the chaos they were about to dive head in but west stop and use this time to observe the situation while Q launched forward in a rage.

*looks back* "Baa and Fue squads vanished? They must have also taken another route. Phil we'll stay hear and keep watch in case of a sudden ambush" westcott said.

"Q is heavily out number West, we have to assist him" Phil peeled.

"Phil why do you feel those bastards followed Q? Why is it that he's the high commander over men that dont care for authority?" West asked but Phil was unable to answer. He knew Q was extremely skilled but how could that be enough to rain supreme over his unsavory commaders phil thought.

"Watch him carefully Phil, you'll see why he was given the title of Supreme" west anxiously said.

Q dived further in trying to reach his men, his movements were so fluid that the Suits couldn't keep track of him. Each step Q took he also took a life.

"He's destroying the rear, inform the squad leaders that we cant hold this guy" the members said while still trying to fend off Q savage assault.

Whooshh CLANG! As the blades of the Knights clashed with the harden bodies of the Blue Suits. Their Body Arts made them almost invulnerable to any attack and they had honed this skill to overwhelm their enemies by breaking their spirits.

"Your Knights Art is nothing more than an imitation of the Six Body Arts"said one of the blue Suits squad leaders.

"They have the upper hand in movement and their body enhancement techniques, even are blades are hardly leaving any major wounds on them" said the squadron commander as he then gave the order to change stance.

Great Knight Stance! Roared the squadron commander. "Even if their bodies are harden we'll just have to hit harder, Aahhhhhhhh!!! Cleaver!!!" He shouted lunging forward. SLASH!!! with a powerful downward swing he slice through one of the blue suits members, "WHAT? They shouldn't be able to cut through, we're using perfect body which channells flow directly into use for a period of time, the more one can channell in the greater the enhancement is", the division leaders shout in disbelief.

While he was in shock the squadron commander rallied his knights, mowing down the Suits while their morale was broken.

"Their spirits have wavered!! Stirk em down" squadron commander yell as he led the assault. Launching forward he drove his halberd towards an unsuspecting victim, whoooosh!! CLANG!!!, "what?"

At the back

Q had made his way through the rear and was now in view of his men, from his position he witness each of his Knights being overwhelmed. For every knight they were two or more Suits, his chest tighten as he saw the Suits tore through his unit. Out matching them in speed and agility his personal guard was being slaughtered.

*Heavy breaths* "how? How? They caught back themselves.." squadron commander thought as he and three others remained.

"Sir..sir.. lord Q is here!" Shout out one of the three.

"I see him but there's little chance he'll be able to make it to use, they're sending more troops to shall him so they can finish us."

"No.... we can hold out.. cant we?" Asked one of the three.

"You sound afraid... we are Knights of the Nine, death is just the beginning..'

*take a deep breath and raises his arm*

"FAITH OVERCOMES FEAR!!!!!" roar the squadron. "AND THE FAITHFUL DO NOT FEAR!" answered back Q as he locked eyes with his remaining men. Charging into the surrounding Suits the squadron commander and the remaining three fought their hardest.

"HOLD ONNNNNN!!!" Q cried as he Blitz forward, acrobatily making his way towards them.

ZOOOOOMMMM!!!! WHOOOSSSHHHH!!!

"what?"

"CLAYMORE!!", "DADOA!!!" shouted both Baa and Fue who had be laying in wait for a right opportunity to take out Q.

Racing from separate directions they lung upon Q , striking from high and low they had Q picked. Both swung simultaneously creating massive air pressure causing shock waves to follow.

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"PISS OFF Q" shouted as he weaved into a leap twisting himself to avoid both assassination attempts.

Puff as he tumble over and lunging forward smash into the Suits that was gathering around his men. "Argggghhhhhh!!!" A cry that shook Q as he saw the squadron commander held up by a suit members, this man was large wearing a black and blue dress shirt with a fitted dark blue pants. He held the commander by his throat and with a smile he crushed his windpipe to then smash the commander in too the ground.

"These Knights aren't all that.... I wanted more" the man said as he turned around, his face was scared with a slash that started form his hairline to his neck.

* lock eyes*

RAKA!! Shouted both Baa and Fue as they charged Q from behind. Raka got the message and ordered the remaining suit division to circle Q.

With Q in the center and surrounding by the Suits he kneel down showing respect.

"Division captains we'll take him on. We've already lost more than enough members today" said Baa as he Fua, Raka and the other two captains entered the center.

At the very back West had keep himself out of sight and continued to observe.

"Why didn't you engage them as well? Q will be killed now" Phil worriedly said.

"Shush!! Phil do you feel that we're the only ones watching?"

"What are you talking about?" Phil asked.

"Those shadows from before had stop chasing us... why? And I can feel the presence of a Sentry. Ignore my paranoiac thoughts, watch Q closely now...he's going to get serious."

At the trenches

"Prepare!!!!" Roared Sarge as he saw the beast tribesmen charging towards them. Within the trenches were the remaining slaughter core, assault squad and Primous elites.

All now under Sarge command, he gave the order, "FIRE!!!!" he commanded as the unit shot vollies of arrows upon the incoming tribesmen.

* climbs out*

Sarge now outside of the trenche took 12 of the best he could find, "Keep firing! Dont let them pass this point. As for us we're the vanguard he" said and he drew his sword and axe from his hips.

"He's using his blessed weapons.. Give And Take two of the Church's treasures" mention one of the vanguard.

As the tribesmen grew nearer the saw thirteen men charging towards them, "do they feel that arrows and thirteen men could stop the beast tribe? They insulted us with this weak display" spouted out a tribesman.

Increasing their charge the tribesmen came upon Sarge and the twelve, "Die!!" swiftly thrusting his claw at Sarge's neck.

Stsssss!! As is claw slid across Sarge's chest, grazing him slicing away at his tie.

"You got cocky" Sarge stated as he stared down the tribesman with an intense glare while he droved his axe into the tribesman skull.

The strike was so swift that it only took mere seconds, Sarge now showing his strength pushed forward keeping the tribes busy while the others in the trenche rained arrows.

Sarge himself pushed forward using the Knight's chain link formation. "Ahhhhhh!!!" He yelled as he clashed against the tribesmen, making quick work Sarge evaded all attacks to land his counters again and again.

Behind stood the twelve holding there own against the oncoming tribesmen, "with the chain link formation we've all linked or souls an can now move as one, with Sarge using Father's presence we too are now able to feel and see every movement of the enemy" one of the twelve stated.

"Why are we being held back my a mere thirteen Knights, we already prove that we are superior...so how are they fending us off?" One of the tribesmen said.

Rushing from the back came was one of the elites, he was curious as to why they hadn't push through the trenche but as he neared the front he witnessed the furious display of might shown by Sarge as he mowed down any tribesmen that dear atemp to pass him.

Both sword and axe were drenched in blood and his face wore a mask of blood.

"Grrrrrrhhhh!!!! He's mine" said the elite stepping forward, Sarge felt his presence approaching. Turning to face him Sarge raised his axe and pointed at him with a smile.

"I'll take that smile clean off" he calmly told Sarge, "Beast arts: great bull stance."

With a low stance he the blasted towards Sarge, his speed surprised Sarge who thought he would've been slow cause of his size. SMASHHH!! ARRRGHHHH!!! Barely withstands the explosive skull bash with his sword the shock flung Sarge back, crashing down he laid there in a small crater.

"Arrgggghhhh *coughs up blood* if it wasn't for Take that blow would've probably killed me he thought." Returning to his feet though they were still staking from the attack earlier.

"Ahaahhahaha" laughed out the elite as he confidently walked towards Sarge, "where that's cocky smile now old man?"

"Grrhh...." pointing his sword this time at him Sarge told him, "I...I LEFT IT WITH YOUR MOTHER!!!!."

*Deeply inhales*

With a ice cool look the elite blitz forward, flow surged from him as he neared Sarged.

Gripping his sword Sarge thrust at blinding speed evening surprising the oncoming elite causing him to shift his body.

Both instantly shifting back but the elite moved faster, whipping his head towards Sarge ribcage hoping to peirce through with his horn.

CLASH! Parrying with his sword Sarge braced himself and forced the elite's head upwards diverting the impact. WHAMM!! smashing his axe into him as a follow up, "Aaarrrhhhhh!!!" Wham!wham! Another fury Sarge released as he gave the elite no time to recover.

*Sharp Twist*

WHOOSSH!!! thrusting again with even greater speed Sarge had him in his site's.

"DONT DARE LOOK DOWN ON THE BEAST TRIBE!!!"

"What?"

SMASHHH!!!..THOODMM!!! with an intense counter the elite whipped his head forward simultaneously with Sarge thrust, barely avoiding it as it slid across his cheek as he drove his skull into Sarge.

Blasting him back in front of the twelve.

"Arrgghh!!" push back to the second trenche now Sarge order.

"How ??? What happened??"

"I couldn't absorb the entire impact with Take and the recoil was to great, we need to hurry back. Set off the traps in the first trench as we vacate."

"That old man is dangerous if he had hit me again I don't think I could take it. His attacks kept on getting heavier with each exchange" the elite thought to himself.

See the Knights retreating back boosted the tribesmen as they raced behind them.

*Fist drips with blood*

'How are you liking the city?" Ask butcher as he stood over Balar and the remaining elites.

"I'm coming fall" with a smile butcher said.