Katsuo tried to raise his body. It was impossible. The penetrating hit on his belly, felt like it was burning his entrails. Ηe felt the power to vanish, slipping away. He looked at his hands, painted in blood, laboriously. His gaze seemed to blur and his eyelids became heavier by the minute. The air seemed to accompany the horrible pain as a pointless melody without any interested. He turned his head as he heard light steps. His eyes shut.

"Kapitan Izaz, can you hear me?" a metallic voice sounded.

The young man opened his eyes and saw the blurry figure close to him, as it approached the woman. She didn't answer and tried to crawl away from the plaza, bleeding and holding Katsuo's medallion in her hand. It was futile. The voice repeated:

"Kapitan Izaz?" The white glowing armor, that probably looked more like a metallic fitted uniform, approached her even more. The red light behind it, brought a special contrast, with the imperceptible azure light, that it seemed to radiate. The head of this form was covered by an equally fitting helmet that seemed to lack any opening that would allow vision, speech or even breathing. The form touched the crawling, gasping woman.

She turned like lighting and before the armor made any move, she pulled the trigger of the gun she was holding. It had the size of a revolver with the difference that instead of bullets it had a small rocket, of a twenty centimeters length, applied on top of it. The rocket, having a symmetrical red drop, a representation of a drop of blood, painted on its side, blasted off and hit the armor directly on the helmet. An unexpectedly large explosion, which catapulted both the woman and Katsuo away, followed. The silence that broke out afterward, was stopped only by the sound of the smoke and steam that poured out of the point the rocket had exploded.

Kapitan Izaz bursted in a chuckle, spitting blood. She then continued to dragged her wounded body, away from the plaza, standing in her feet, after numerous tries.

"According to the law 202, versus deserters, Kapitan Izaz, a death penalty has been issued for you." said the armor, which had started to emerge from the smoke. She turned rapidly, with her eyes disclosing how much she was surprised. Wrinkles of fatigue and strain, were engraved around her eyes as she screamed to the armor that was approaching her with a slow pace:

"How? This can't be true. That rocket can smash a whole train up!" the armor was now very close to her "What the fuck! Get away from me!" Kapitan Izaz got an other revolver from her trench coat and emptied the magazine on the white figure. Yellowish sparkles appeared following each bullets bounced of it. The armor stood there, above the woman and the shadow of the metallic structure covered her wounded wiggly body, on tis whole. Her eyes betrayed her despair.

"L-Leave me. Leave me alone." she said in a voice of increasing silence, as the right hand of the armor started beaming a red glow.

"May Fuki be the Greatest of the Great." the metallic voice sounded and a moment afterward, with a speed that no human eye could observe, the armor turned its fist and brought it on Kapitan Izaz's face. A heavy layer of air and sand was raised and the ground shook as her head was destroyed. Not even a single note of despair was heard.

Katsuo opened his eyes once more, to notice the dust that was hiding the scene. This cloud of sand, rocked for some time, under the wind's command and started to settle down. From within it a shadow emerged, only to become the shining white uniform, a moment later. Blood was dripping from its right hand and a small cord was hanging from the left. It stood there for a moment, observing Katsuo. He had raised his hand towards it. His eyes had a deep not just murderous, but of true hostility, look.

"Give...it...back..." he said in a hoarse voice as his body was constantly affected by spasm of suffering and exhaustion.

The armor looked at the medallion its hand was holding and back at the boy that was trying to get up, holding his wounds.

"It's...It's min..."

Katsuo tried to hold his eyes open, a futile attempt.. He coughed, spitting warm blood and after he leaned a little towards his front, he fell back and collapsed on a pile of rock debris. Everything died out, in a vortex of red light, as the sun passed by the clouds, acquiring an unfriendly and unrealistic shade. The armor's form, holding the idly the medallion, in a pitch black background, was his last thought, before he completely lost his senses.