Alright, you cuck. Get in here. Yes, you, Sleek. Fight. Garin and Alpha. Let's settle the score once and for all. [i]The Dojo, 5:51 PM Thursday, November 9th Vendetta Garin stood in the Dojo's courtyard smoking one of his fancy cherry-flavored cigars. His coat had long since been reinforced with ceramic plating, making his armor heavier, and had been treated to resist heat like a mother. His swords were sharpened and polished, his revolver and shotgun oiled and cleaned, and his magic was working just fine, as would be evident in the coming fight. He was ready, as he always was.[/i] "Alpha, come out come out wherever you are." [i]Garin pumped his shotgun and tucked his cigar into his front pocket.[/i] SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK