Coming from the left of the forte Sur and his freshly gathered forces snuck along the side of the forte's wall. Knowing that butcher and Tye had left he used this opportunity to dispose of their remaining troops and capture Collar as a bonus. Traveling along the side of the wall Sur searched for a weak point within its design. Thought the forte was a rush job but it still had a strong foundation and had been built to give an advantage to those defending it.

Placing his had upon the forte he surged his flow into, doing this vibrated the walls vigorously until the weak link gave way.

* a wooden piece move*

"there" Sur said as he sprung towards it delivering a sharp hook, blasting an opening within the forte's defense creating a large cloud of the dust which he used as cover.

"Kill all except for the kid Collar" Sur order as he sent in his Suits.

"Arrgggghhhh!!" These weren't the cries of the injured knights but the entering Suits, all ablaze and burning to death. Sur being unphase darted forward through the dust and burnt bodies he saw a flame heading towards him, it grew in size as it closen.

"Aura shock!" Striking the approaching flame halting it, "Flame Burst!!!" Adding additional force to the halted flame overpowering Sur and hurling back through the hole he made.

Stepping out form the hole was Primous, he proceeded to gaze upon Sur looking done on him as he just waited for Sur's next move.

"So another one on that level, I ignore his presence thinking it was butchers. You got lucky their but I'll be sure to return the favor" Sur confidently said as he picked himself up and started walking towards Primous.

Watching from above on the forte was Collar, "Primous that the one I was talking about" Collar shouted.

"Oh he's the one that kept on belittling you, your a cocky bastard. Even daring to threaten our youngest * flames starts to blazes* I believe you need a reality check" Primous stated. Thought he was lying for he hadn't fully recovered his grace, "if I use to much of my flames against him I'll be useless in the fight against Fall. Guess I'll be using the basics today" Primous thought to himself. "Collar watch you may learn something" he announces as he approache Sur an his Suits.

* leaping* dussssh! Landing beside Primous was Collar, "I'll learn quicker form here" he said. As Sur and Primous advances toward each the Suits followed up charging Primous as a unit, "your looking for a one on one? But I ain't got the time" Sur stated as he ordered the Suits to dash forward, preparing an opening against Primous but as the Suits bolted forward upon Primous they were all struck down by a massive surge of energy.

"I'll handle the Suits."

"I know", Primous stated as he hadn't missed a stride on his approach to Sur. They both came within striking distance but only observed the other, * twitch* both instantaneously bout threw, Primous led with sharp left while Sur came with a rising leading left uppercut.

WHOOOOSH!!! Bout avoiding the others frist strike they swiftly darted away entering their own stances.

"Combat Arts: Oceans Grace" Primous said as he widen his arms keeping his palms open, his presence was now that of the vast ocean.

"Dragon's Aura: Dragon's scales", using his flow Sur cloaked himself while shaping his flow to create the pattern of dragon scales.

Collar along with the Suit were in awe, too see such a display of speed and agility that the had cease to fight. Just to watch the contest of Sur and Primous.

South central

The blue Suits had made their move, heading for Q's camp, taking the path through the city's streets. There forces grew as more members join coming from they're respected stations.

The squad leaders gathered and discussed how this joint force assault will work and who among them will lead. These topics cause the leaders to size up each other, two of the five step forward as there presence clearly out matched the other's.

As they ready themselves for their contest several passersby stood and watched, the south central is a hub for all sorts criminal, bounty hunters, bandits and more but as law no killing is allowed within south central.

This law is upheld and enforce by all Suit divisions, the two approache each other stopping at arms distance apart the two spoke.

"Its been a while Baa" said Fua as smirked.

"The contest will be one shot pocket" Baa said.

"You sure? let's make it easier for you sense you're out of you league. One shot first to 4 wins" Fua stated.

The two the placed their lead leg parallel to the others and placed one hand behind their backs while resting the lead had against each other. "I'll make this quick Baa" cockily said Fua.

On the hill side

Q and his squad had just finished there discussion and it had been decided that Q would venture the city alone, this way it would be easier to move about without being notice.

While Q was gone the troop leader started preparing defences in the middle of the hill slope. He was a cautious person with vast experience, so he could already predict an assault.

However Q had entered the city and began his search for the church but with all the commotion of people running to witness the contest Q's interest was slightly peeked.

Already at the display of Baa and Fua was westcott and Phil, they were keeping eyes on the blue Suits movement and witnessed all current events so far.

"What's this one shot pocket thing they speak of" asked Phil as he tilted his cloak over his face.

"Well it's a combat exercise that testes your reaction speed, you and your opponent face against each other at a close distance. Then both lead legs are tied and one arm is kept behind your back. To win one must land a solid strike against the other, in this case it will be four strikes."

"Is that the only way to win?"Phil question.

"No the second way is to force your opponent to use their other hand, by achieving that it shows that one was able to overwhelm the other."

"So its just a fight at the end, just with extra rules. The south really just has nothing but raging testosterone fools" Phil said.

"Well not exactly, you see they also use this to test who has the best leadership skills. You may not understand but you can't allow yourself to be struck four times and also you cant show your other hand. Your being tested on how well you can make decisions under intense situations. Defending your body which inter is your men, knowing when and were to strike in also showing how observant you are. What we are witnessing is a very high level contest" westcott informed.

Both Baa and Fue had spent the last two minutes feel out one other, the pace in which they threw their hands was highly intense.

"The greetings over now Fue" Baa said as he started gather his flow, manifesting it around his lead arm. "Sword Arts: ClayMore."

"Oooo serious are we, Blade Arts: Dadoa said Fua. I'll settle this rivalry today and prove why the Blade Arts are superior."

They clashed.

Butcher had been busy basting in the carnage, he had pushed his way through the middle of the first branch group.

Surroundings now by several tribesmen butcher was at an disadvantage being attacked from every angle. Swooping in from the right tribesmen bombarded butcher with a fury of strikes but for every blow they land butcher answered back with twice as much furiousity, * heavy breathing* "they're really persistent" butcher thought before launching himself at he tribesmen.

Plunging himself into a nearby approaching group of beast tribesmen,"ahhaaahhaa!!" crashing down upon the first tribesman crushing his body into the ground shattering the ground itself.

WHAMM!! "Shit I pull my ass doing that" butcher stated, swiftly and instantly a pair of tribesmen blasted butcher off their crushed brothering with a simultaneous pump kick launching butcher backwards. "Arrgggghhhh!!" Butcher shouted as he took the full brunt of the kick to his face, following up from behind was an overhead falling axe kick. Whooossssh! * caught* immediately planting his feet onto the ground. Butcher the whipped himself forward form a suplex position still holding the tribesmen leg and whipped his body into the ground mashing his skull open.

"Die!!!" Shouted the two that kicked him early as they charge forward but butcher had use his new momentum to rocketed himself into them. THOOM!! "Suck it pagans!!" closthling both and crashing into the ground, following up butcher grabbed hold of one the fallen tribesmen legs and proceeded to batter any approaching tribesmen screaming out "I'LL BEAT A MOTHER WITH A MOTHER!!!!."

"He's really something, his incredible size and mass allows him to easily compete with our own.

His body is also unusually sturdy even after fighting this long he hasn't guarded against anything. Mmmmmm...elites it's time head in and waste no time use beast Alteration right away and finish this" Balar said as he witness butcher charge into his tribesmen me battering them with they own brothering it was a terrible sight, in the distance you could her butcher saying "Why are you running."

Watching from the trenches Sarge felt the air change as the elites enter the battle. "Why is lord butcher wasting his grace using the black berserker he'll have nothing left to face of against the rest" one of the Knights pointed out.

"Yes the black berserker does burn up quite alot of grace but that is only of you haven't fully mastered it. Black Berserker thrives on blood lust and fear which butcher has imposed on these tribesmen which interns feeds his Berserker from."

"So he's been fighting so wildly all as a tactic to save his grace. He really is a war commander" they continue to discuss upon the situation until they witness butcher's body soaring above.

(Moments before)

"Beast Alteration: Steel Grizzstan: Tribal Arts, Beast Flow!" Said the head of the elites as his body transformed into part grizzly and stallion, his skin lit up with his tribal markings increasing his abilities. *stomp stomp stomp* racing towards butcher the head and the rest of the first branch elites charged with the head darting forward. In butcher peripheral view all he saw were hooves. "For my brothers" Brrrrakkakt!!!.

(Present) "Argghhh!!! that was much heavier than the others, what the hell is you? Did you skip the evolution course? Cause clearly you chose two instead of one" butcher said as he was confused buy the complexes features of the tribesmen beast alteration forms. Jolting forward butcher rocked the elites head tribesman but countering right away butcher was met by a heavy cross, followed up by a skull bashing knee whipping his head back only to get jumped by the rest if the elites.

THOOM!! Kicking aside butcher's body across the blood soak field, as he laid there butcher began to sing to himself.

The elites walked towards him all smiles as they thought he had list his mind and wits as his voice was the sound of a dying dog.

"Damn, I cant intimidate these one's which has renders the my berserker from useless. *sits up* well...guess I gotta start getting serious" butcher thought to himself as he tore off his bloody and worn out shirt to reveal his impressive frame. As the tribesmen looked upon his body they became speechless for his butcher was covered in battle scars, "how did he even manage to get such wounds? How is he still alive?" They muttered among them selves. "Scars are scars!!" shouted one of the tribesmen as he and the remaining first branch rushed butcher.

* inhales deeply *

Butcher stood still and watched the approaching forces grew near, BAM!! cracking one of the tribesmen jaws butcher landed an effortless counter, another came from the side leaping towards butcher with a flying knee. WHAM!...THOOM!!crashing him head first into the ground after tanking the knee, Rushing upon butcher from the side tackling him instantly after,Butcher quickly responded by grabbing hold of the tribesman reversing his tackle with a shoulder roll into the ground following through with a spinning elbow drop shattering his chest.

Butcher then swifty darted forward spearing another tribesmen into the ground once more becoming vulnerable to any of the tribesmen within striking distance but unlike before butcher movement were effort less. Quickly getting back on his feet he continued forward throwing bombing rights and electrifying lefts? Only having to land a single blow to down his opponents.

"He's sharper, we have to finish him this time" said the elite's head as they charged butcher, jolting forward at butcher the head elite leaped forward, he channeled his flow through out his fist striking hard and strong BRAARATATATAA!!!!! as he wailed upon butcher.

* steps into the barrage* flowing with every blow butcher then threw one overhand counter, "Crashing Tied!" He yell as his fist collided with the elite head's face. Ramming it through the ground, removing fist from the now decease elite. Butcher approached the others, "all are beneath me" butcher taunted as he Blitz forward suplexing one of the elites crushing his neck, then transitioning to another elite grabbing hold of his head in mid air to then skull bash it upon impact with the ground.

"BALAR!!!! TAKE HIM OUT!!!" order Ziair, "Beast Alteration: Primal!" balar said as he approached butcher.