[h2][color=red]Edo-Maddox[/color][/h2]

Viper held his ground as Edo-Damien rushed forward. He noticed the blue glow on his fist and assumed it was some form of magic. [color=red]"Magic won't save you,"[/color] Edo-Maddox noted calmly, holding the cobra-head staff in front of himself. But as Edo-Damien began his strike, Edo-Maddox finally realized it wasn't magic. The attack wasn't being absorbed by the Staff of the Ancients. It was too late to dodge and he was sent flying.

Though he picked himself up quickly, rather unscathed, he was forced to dodge again by another strange attack from Edo-Damien. The sword slash only went through an afterimage as Edo-Maddox skidded to a halt several meters away. Though his expression never changed, there was something different about his body language. He was more tense. He was taking Edo-Damien seriously. After hearing the explanation for this rise in power, Edo-Maddox stood up straight.

[color=red]"I had a dream once, several years ago,"[/color] he began. [color=red]"I dreamt that I would find a man cloaked in blue that could challenge me. The thought excited me. It has been far too long since I've faced a real opponent. Even in the past, against you and your comrade, I didn't have to hardly try. But I can see now..."[/color] He dropped into a combat stance now, keeping his eyes on Edo-Damien. [color=red]"That there is someone in this world worthy of fighting me."[/color]

He dropped his staff, letting it clatter to the floor. It would be useless against Edo-Damien. [color=red]"I haven't felt this since I was a child. The feeling of uncertainty. The feeling where my victory isn't guaranteed. A prospect of failure... I'm not sure if I like it or not."[/color] His eyes seemed to grow darker and an invisible aura of killing intent began to radiate from him. [color=red]"Even with your... Chi... I am still the most powerful being in Edolas. Now is my chance to prove it."[/color]

The red-haired villain dashed forward, leaving afterimages of himself from his speed. Though he appeared in front of Edo-Damien, the attack actually came from his left side as the Edo-Maddox before him was another afterimage. A devastating kick was released towards the man's helmet, but it was an angled blow. To knock the helmet off his head and expose a weak point for later targeting.

[h2][color=662d91]Edo-Beatrix[/color][/h2]

The tan woman shook when the electricity discharged. Her senses suddenly came back to her and she opened her eyes, making a pained gasp of air. [color=662d91][I]What?[/I][/color] She looked up to Mayt, confused on several levels. Before she could speak she began violently coughing, spraying more blood onto the ground. After the coughing fit was over she wiped her mouth and looked back up to him. [color=662d91]"How did you...? Why did you save me?"[/color] she asked, her voice notably calmer and less wild than before. [color=662d91]"I tried killing you."[/color]

Meanwhile, over at the other group, the silent twin was surprised to see Edo-Karn not only survive the barrage of knives but return fire with a strange weapon. The lanky man was agile enough to dodge the red blast, but he was now concerned. Edo-Karn kept protecting the others from the assassin's attacks and was still capable of fighting back. And now that Edo-Angelica was captured, they could focus their attention on him. The twin glared at the group before dropping another smoke bomb, this time at his own feet. He needed to move to a new position.

[h2][color=92278f]Beatrix[/color][/h2]

After Edo-Maddox took off, Earthland's Beatrix took a look around. While her hands were in chains behind her back and she was surrounded by assassin guards, she still began contemplating her chance at escape. She looked over to the nearest guard, standing to her right. [color=92278f]"Palsy question,"[/color] she began, catching his attention as well as that of several others nearby. [color=92278f]"How tough are you guys?"[/color] Her question was met with silence, before a chorus of laughter.

[color=7ea7d8]"Are you thinking about trying to escape?"[/color] the man let out between laughs. [color=7ea7d8]"You don't stand a chance. Your hands are bound and you can't use your magic. And we already know who you are. You're just like our own Beatrix, so your style is likely similar. You don't know a thing about any of us."[/color] While everyone was laughing, Beatrix smirked to herself. [color=92278f][I]Fools. They don't know my style. Perhaps this world's Beatrix is fist dominant, but I only need my legs. Now I just have to bide my time.[/I][/color]