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Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #4

Jaquan’s crew sat waiting for him just outside the entrance of the club.  He was thankful for them.  With all his admirers, it was easy to lose track of what was important.  To the fans, his victories could seem like inevitable ends to a game.  These three, his trusted friends, helped him to stay on top of the game.  They helped him train.  They went through his hardships and frustrations with him.  They deserved to be here just as much as he did.  Catlin seemed to agree with him.  She made dress clothes for all of them.  They were just as dazzling as his coal-lined suit.

The purple skinned Neely wore a somewhat white suit and pants and light blue tie.  He was at a table looking into the room.  Jaquan could see the back of the suit where the realistic image of a glowing blue arrow was placed.  His coat was enchanted to make the arrow look like it was moving at high speeds through clouds though it stayed in the same position on his coat.  The arrow itself was lit with a light blue flame.  The image of clouds swept through his clothes, continually changing the pattern.

Liana wore a simple but elegant black dress.  It matched her black skin and showed off her figure nicely.  On the lower right leg was a flame that came up to her knee.  It was a convincing image glowing brightly.

Catlin saved the best dress for herself, red and over the right shoulder exposing most of her left wing.  The open section went nearly down to her hip showing off her perfect green skin and some of her tan spots.  All around her dress were small sequins.  They were brilliant as the light hit them.  Instead of simply reflecting the light, small flames appeared as the light hit.  As more light that hit her, more flame would appear.  She stood in the light waiting, so it looked as though her whole dress was a fire.

“Fire themed,” Jaquan said honestly amazed as he approached “Catlin, you’ve outdone yourself this time.”  Her enchants had gotten much stronger since she started learning the Unholy Talent Set.  “Did you use your new talents again?”

“Don’t you know it,” she replied rising to meet him, “I didn’t turn,” she paused to correct herself, “that much, this time.”  Her enchanting was enhanced by the new Unholy Talent Set but using them had a drawback.  Turning into a large beast was a natural side effect of using the Unholy Talents too much.  She enjoyed going wild every now and then.  The reckless freedom was very liberating though she often caused damage, to everything.

“Be careful next time,” Jaquan said concerned as he hugged the short lady lightly.  The fire dress was of course an illusion just like the burning coals on his suit.  He really did appreciate the clothing, but if she hurt herself while making them, it would not be worth the glamour.

“We ready to go in then,” Neely finally spoke up in his quiet tone, almost mumbling.

“I don’t see why not,” Liana responded for all of them.

With the last and greatest member of the team there, they all went in together as The BigBad Crew.

#1 – Opportunity #3 – Opportunity #5

Champions of Battle: AD7 – Awakening #5

AD7’s body was stiff, cold.  Royal could see why Cyd described her as a mannequin.  She felt AD7’s skin; it did not feel at all like a living person.  Her eyes locked in horror, were still looking in the same direction.  At least she wasn’t looking in their direction anymore.

After marking her location in the computer system, Cyd signaled the retrieval network and walked GarDNAnge1 back to the lobby.  There was another employee there now.  He saw them all and gave a questioning look.  It seemed as though patrons were not usually allowed in the back room.  However, the worker was busy with other patrons.  He did not have time to ask about them.  Cyd lead them around the counter and into the employee area.

By the time they reached the reanimation area, AD7’s body was being prepared.  They could see her through the window that separated them from the recovery room.  Large machines surrounded her.  They scanned her body for the most likely places to monitor her vitals.  Once found, small devices attached themselves to her.

The group was surrounded by machines too.  These machines read her vitals to make sure everything about her reanimation went well.  Cyd directed them to stand in a corner where they would not be in the way.  With all the machines and information around them, it seemed like he would need help, until they saw him at work.

He hovered around all the controls with expert precision, mumbling slightly to himself.  “Machine retrieval complete.  Alright, vital scanners in position?”

It made since what he was talking about.  There was obviously an order to this process.  They looked at AD7 through the window.  Her body was still in the same position.  However, she was hanging by her legs with her back towards the ground.  The machines had a hold of her joints and supported her back.  Monitors were stuck to her head, fingers, and feet.

“Tissue relaxer,” he said while pushing a few buttons on another control panel.  AD7’s muscles relaxed at his final tap on the machine.  Slowly at first, then they suddenly went completely limp.  She laid hanging by the machines grip for a short while.  Cyd rushed to another machine where he used the controls to lay her down softly.

“Fluid replacement.”  The machines that held her arms for so long retracted back to the walls.  They were replaced by other machines with needles.

“Oh Kay,” Cyd said with ease.  Clearly in his element he looked at Royal, “Princess was it?  There is a red lever on the machine right next to you.  When I give you the signal, I need you to raise it slowly.”

Royal looked at Tirzah for permission.  Tirzah instead had the other two back away from Royal slightly giving her the distance she needed.

Royal found the lever and held it, “I’m ready.”

The needles pierced her skin a little at a time.  Cyd was very careful.   Obviously this was a delicate step.  He gave Royal the signal and she obeyed his order to the letter.  AD7’s body showed notable difference as blood and water filled their places.  It became thicker and looked much more like a living person’s.

“Blood pressure is optimal,” he said working levers of his own, “Water is also optimal.  Thanks Princess, please lower the lever.”  Royal nodded as she obeyed.

“Lower level brain functions reboot,” at this she received light electric shocks from the table.  It seemed odd until the machines monitoring her circulation and brain functions started beeping.

“Heart rate, circulation, brain activity, alright,” Cyd said turning to them quite pleased, “we’re done.  She will be quite disoriented for a while.  Please try not to push her too hard.  Make sure she drinks plenty of water.  She will have a great deal of lost memories.  Her brain was almost completely destroyed when they picked her up, but items from her past could remind her of who she was.”  The machines beeped again.  This time Cyd seemed surprised.  “She’s regaining consciousness faster than normal.  It should be only a little time before she…”

“Aaiiiiaaaah!!”  Cyd was cut off by a blood curling scream.  AD7 was awake and seemed to have had a terrible dream.  Her hands and legs instinctively went back to the sitting position as she screamed.  She looked to the left expecting to see something.  Then her limbs lay back onto the table.  Her eyes focused and confused, were now conscious of the world around her.  “How did?  What?  Where am I?”

Cyd handed Tirzah a microphone.  She used it to speak with AD7, “Madam Aa Dee Seven.  We are team Guardian Angel.  We humbly request your aid.”

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Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #3

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Jaquan walked to the mirrored locker-room door admiring the suit Liana chosen for him.  He liked clothes, but the clothing that Catlin made and enchanted was much better than he could ever buy.  She had made a black silk tie, a red dress shirt, and black dress pants with red cloth on the outer half of the left leg.

The suit coat was mostly black as well.  It was designed to match the red patch covering his left eye that trailed around to the back of his neck.  Just as his red skin would touch the suit, red cloth replaced the black.  It covered his left sleeve and a portion of the back, curving towards his left side at the bottom.

Interesting enough but when he put the suit on, the red portions of all his dress clothes turned reddish grey and sprouted glowing red cracks.  It kept changing until it looked exactly like coals on a burning log.  These “coals” were harmless, of course, but Catlin seemed to outdo herself more and more these days.  He was wearing coals.  It was amazing.  This would light up the dance floor perfectly and let everyone know who the guest of honor was.

By the time he was ready to leave, even more reporters seemed to have gathered around the door.  He could hear them.  He also heard the cameras clicking and wondered why they needed pictures of a locker-room door.  He would have to remember ask photographers later.

As soon as he opened the door reporters bombarded him.  They made sure to say a minimal introduction as though it meant something.  Then the question started.  He pushed through using only his legs and chest, walking calmly and briskly as they swarmed him.  He could have used a simple move to push them all away but he chose to contain himself for now.

The nearest reporter to his right muttered the first question he could understand.  “It seemed like you were in trouble for the first portion of the fight.  How did you turn it around?”  He was barely keeping up having to push against the other reporters to finish his questions.

“With machines, you gotta be patient,” Jaquan answered without slowing his pace or turning completely, “They got really good burst damage so you outlast them.  As fights get longer, sustained damage gets weak.”

The previous reporter’s microphone was long since out of range.  By this time, another reporter managed to say a question.  “What were you thinking when the blaster bolt hit your leg?”

“It hurts when you’re hit.  Always does,” Jaquan said honestly, “Noobs panic and fall apart under pressure.  Champions,” Jaquan said pointing to himself with his left hand, “Find ways to make things work out.  I got tactics from my Talent Sets.  They worked out pretty good.”

“How did you prepare for this fight,” spouted another reporter from behind him.

“One of my crew uses machines like Generosa Eh’s.  We started practicing really hard once I chose her as the challenger.  I was ready.”

One of the reporters started to mutter a question but was too close to Jaquan.  The reporter had to press against Jaquan to talk but Jaquan didn’t stop walking.  To late the reporter realized his mistake and was knocked over and walked on, without a thought from Jaquan.  As he reached the reporters chest he looked above the reporters and saw the night club portion of the hotel.  That is where his party will be.

“Orien Chuan says that he should have been next in line for the championship but you chose Generosa Eh because you were afraid to fight him.  What is your response?”

At that, Jaquan stopped to give a response.  “I’m not scared of nobody,” Jaquan said, stung by the question, “I’m the best!  I‘ve proved it time and time again!  I will be the best until someone can take the championship,” Jaquan spoke clear and purposefully, “I’ve opened challengers to anyone that wants the shot!  They all lined up and I’ve beaten ‘em.”

The reporter looked smug, happy that she found something that could stop The World Champion.  She continued, “Then, why is it that you chose Generosa Eh over Orien Chuan, a man that has the greatest chances to take your championship?”

Jaquan read her expression and saw that he had been trapped.  He decided to finish the answer anyway.  “I’m in it for the gold.  Cars, clothes, and class, you think that’s free?  Generosa Eh paid the bill and got her shot.  All Orien got is talk and cheap tricks.  Next time we fight, I’ll be ready for his cheese.  I’ll beat him worse than last time.”

At that, Jaquan started walking towards the club again, put on a stone face, and stopped answering questions.  The reporters eventually figured out that the interview was over as they could not enter the club without an invitation while it was reserved.  They dispersed by the time he reached the club.

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