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Little ways of Keith and Fade to Black had nearly destroy the girl’s Legacy when she, touch Nathan dead body. It was all over in a matter of seconds; the hit from Fade the Black had knock her into the floor while her stretched hand touch Nathan’s body. A light started to radiate from within the man’s body and it seemed as if his ghastly voice spoke, but only she could understand the words coming out of its mouth. She stud as new woman, new warrior and with a new Legacy.

“Interstellar Overdrive.” she whisper.

Suddenly everyone was affected by the invisible force; friend and foe alike. Incapable of moving a single inch, only one single person retain her freedom, Lynn. She has holding on fast the golden pocket watch as the girl walked over.

“How are you not affected?” question the girl.

“Brittnie, is that watch.” said Vincent holding on to his left arm, his eyes were close and his breathing was slow and heavy. How could he possibly be moving? One should never underestimate anyone special Vincent, he had a way to “slip” in time.

Brittnie tried the snatch the watch from Lynn’s hand. “Hey what this I can’t take my hand off this! Its like I’m glue to it!” just like she had said, the watch was somehow had attached itself to her flesh. Vincent was the fist to understand it complex mechanism, but he was a minute too late to prevent Brittnie from falling into the “reflector-bounce” effect that many fallen into before.

“Give me that damn thing!” he threw an arm to catch her but he was throwing to the floor by Mr. Bowie, who only looked back at the injury Vincent and then a Keith, who for unknown reason had lost his sanity again leaving Fade to Black to rampage wildly across the land.

Mr. Bowie snapped his fingers and fixed his top hat. “We are leaving this battlefield.”

All this time Joaquin was watching a little ways off; he saw how Zora struggle to live, Lynn crawling on her bloody hands, Milo and Lark trying to keep themselves consciences after the tremendous blow Mr. Bowie deliver to them but what was more important he saw someone coming up from down the hill. Lark must had seen the man for he sprung at once, swinging his sword at Mr. Bowie’s face.

“I don’t have time for this interruptions!” with force capable of shaking the very foundation of the Earth, Mr. Bowie shattered the sword Lark was swinging and continue by chopping Lark’s hands off. He dropped to his knees, shouting over an over looking at his bloody stumps.

“You were not meant to by a warrior.” said Mr. Bowie while crushing Lark’s severed hands.

Taking this opportunity Joaquin jumped to his feet graving a nearby swords, and running as fast his feet could take him; from the side of his eye he saw Vincent and Mr. Bowie ready to battle him and there astonished when he passed them, instead heading for the man coming down the hill.

“Spencer!” shouted Mr. Bowie trying to warn the man.

Spencer seemed to by in his own world, ignoring Mr. Bowie’s words, something that would cost him. Joaquin was tire, hungry and weary but all the adrenaline pumping to his body made him forget all this weakness but with this he also put aside reality.

“Ah!” was the only word Spencer said before falling down. He was rather short for an adult being only 5.2 two inches shorter then Joaquin, his brown hair was cut short. His eyes gazing at the sword that had pierced his stomach, it was impossible to tell who was more horrified Joaquin or the wandering Spencer. With his nerve at edge Joaquin did something he would had never dreamed of doing; he rapidly took out the blade from Spencer’s stomach and pointed at his neck, demanding.

“Here me out! If you don’t leave now I…,I --- I kill him!” he drew the sword closer to Spencer who was already going pale.