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With his new alias Joaquin rejoined the battle, most of the sand storm had die out by now in appositive to Feuer flames which were burning breather each minute.

Jojo ran into the battle without hesitation, drawing his saber. To an unskilled eye the blade was simple, with golden handle and silver blade. However to an eye like Khosaru it was not matter of the blade but of the hand, yes. All members of the Human Liberation Front were said to be skill in the ways of the blade like no other human. No vampirec swordsmanship was a rival to the Hallow Phoenix school of advance swordsmanship.

Jojo slammed his sword into Feuer helmet.

As his helmet was twisted and reaped to pieces Feuer smiled. “A challenger appears!” he said while sending a wave of flames at Jojo, who dispersed with wave of his sword.

“We are not in the same level.” said Jojo in a cold voice.

“Oh we are but I’m just having fun.” said laughing while Jojo prepare a sword technique.

Jojo released the technique; in a swirling air-blades surrounded Feuer and then crashed all at once into him. There was an explosion of blood…

“That was not pleasant. I feel pain and now I had to kill you, and I was begging to have fun…so sad.” he body was covered in head to toe with blood.

Jojo was preparing another technique when he saw that the blood that collected in Feuer was begging to bubble and just then a whirlwind of hot-white surrounded him and his image was distorted. As Jojo try to lift his guard he was hit be concentrated heat blast, there was no time for blocking.

“Damn he just took one of our best allied!” Yili saw the entire thing but was powerless to do anything. Jojo had being send flying be the blast and had smashed his head in a rock, he was clearly unconscious. But what could he do?

“Don’t just stand there!” Khosaru ran for Jojo, he took his sword and ran for Ego.

Ego was frighten to death he never being in the blaze of battlefield, his battle were fought with words and fist not ethereal-flames and sword tugging mutants.

Khosaru brought down Jojo’s sword and sliced the small container that held the Mirako.

Ego didn’t see a single thing. He had his arms covering his head and his eyes facing the ground.

Neither Ego nor Joaquin could see the result of Mirako within Feuer body; as had spread over the area like dense mist it clogged Feuer throat, he was gasping for air and his flame had die out into nothingness. Yili was rather shock while Jambyn was sitting in rock next to Joaquin murmuring to each other as there subordinates fought.

Khosaru ran at Yili at took his Joaquin blade. “This blade reeks of saturated darkness is best I finish him fast before the soul of the damn hear my cry." Khosaru’s thought were not alien, Joaquin had transferred much of his own personally guilt into the blade by the hands of Deusuda, who hoped it would be a new begging for the young vampire.

Feuer finally saw him and try to summon his flames but it was no use they were extinguished. “Forgive me for tarnishing your blade.” and as Khosaru drove Jojo’s blade into Feuer’s heart. For split second Khosaru saw into Feuer’s eyes.

“No death can extinguish and idea, but that kid your traveling with he…he will lead all of you to our death and the suffering he bring about….he is all I and my Family stands agents….don’t like him consume you…you die warrior…you die and never comeback…” a tear ran down Feuer’s check.

Khosaru closed his eyes and drove Joaquin’s blade into Feuer’s chin until it came out his head. He said a prayer for the dead man and his body felt to the ground. Khosaru could feel that no darkness had come upon for killing this man, but all rested upon that child. And as he turned his vision to Joaquin. He felt it for once more…that terrible feeling. Fear! It engulfed, wrapped in a blacked of dough and his mind was driven into a momentary hollow fear with no response.

“Thanks I take it from here.” said Joaquin taking his blade from Khosaru’s hand.


The night was young and the cold was sitting in the desert.

Joaquin walked over Feuer lifeless body and drank the blood from his neck.

Khosaru meanwhile was helping Yili who was tending to Jojo’s wounds.

“Did you ever wander why the boss made that kid into one of us?” asked Khosaru setting Jojo’s blade next to his body.

Yili was position Jojo head in the only soft object they had a sack of old potatoes. “The boss wants revenge for they way the humiliated him in China. He saw this kid as his golden ticket, but really I think he was afraid.”

Khosaru turned around and saw that Joaquin had finish drinking all the blood from Feuer.

“Afraid you say?” he sat down.

“Afraid of what would happen if that kid die…what ever is inside of that shell of human flesh is a terrible fiend. One of the likes that Jambyn saw in that battle, one that neither you or me have seen. One---”

“A fiend that can bring fear into the hearts of men, a monster so cruel we make ourselves forget it existence…I meet my match and so did Jambyn but you haven’t Yili. You’re a thief a plunder, not a man of swords. Not of bravery, gold is worth more to you that a damsel in distress and I don’t blame you, saving women is not cut up to be what it use to be. He’ll crush your heart, don’t take a single word of what he said to heart. Believe me, touching that sword was intoxicating.”

Joaquin meanwhile was incinerating the remains of Feuer; drinking his blood had give him all his power and his memories.

After reducing the body into nothing more then charted skeleton did he proceed to deal with Ego.

“Is it all over?” asked Ego shacking.

“Thank you very much.” said Joaquin bowing his head.

“Why are you…not now…please…” Ego cling to Joaquin before dropping to his knees. His last act was to hold a bloody hand to the darken sky, hoping one the countless stars that adorned it was his wife and child waiting for him. He was going home.

Joaquin cleaned his blade of Ego’s blood and fisted on his instead. Once finished, he incinerated all remains of Ego’s body. And when back to the Sand Bastards