"Why yes of course" Jeff responded back to Mikey as he immediately closed his eyes and began to form a compacted sphere of wind and did his best to keep the sphere perfectly round while maintaining power and size. "Is this fine, or would you prefer something else?"

Mikey observed Jeff's sphere to the best of his ability. "Yeah that's.. That's fine. It's just a little..." Mikey conjured a sphere in his right hand, make solely of water, but much smaller. He then flicked it into the center of Jeff's sphere, and the wind flickered, stopping for a few seconds before it continued to retain its shape. "Could be better. Your focus is good, but against the order, we need uh.. As close to perfect as we can get," Mikey insisted. "Try again, with Arki this time around. From what I know, you can't manifest pure Ki, so Arki is the next best thing."

"yeah I suppose it could use a bit of work.." Jeff said doing his beat to take it as criticisms and not a hit on his pride. He was right after all, it would beed to be perfect. This time Jeff activated his sage mode and used the boost to form another sphere of wind this time by channeling both his ki and arcnae to make arki like instructed.

Mikey looked over the sphere closely and nodded. "Your balance is on point. Alright!" Mikey turned around and conjured a giant sphere of liquid. It was instant, and the water floated ominously on one half of the field.

"Jeff, what are your capabilities, going all out?"

"Huh, how do I explain it?" Jeff said as he sat down and began to focus even more allowing his sage mode to reach max power with his eyes glowing ever so brightening along with his hair that once more turned blue due to the form. "While it takes focus and for me to put my emotions aside, I can use sage mode to boost my wind control, it's strength, and my overall speed. It also allows me to fly and gives me a large energy pool to tap into. Truth be told it makes a good power source for my latest trump card which is sitting over there in the corner of the room pretending to just be a regular chest. Though I'm still hesitant to reveal much more on it right now."
Jeff then paused a moment as he made the chest then glowed blue for a brief moment and bounce around opening and closing itself as if it was alive, but then let it proceed to go back to acting like a regular chest. "Anyways, I'm still not the best at taking a head on attack though but that's usually where the technology comes in for me."

Mikey sighed and nodded. "Your speed makes up for your frailty. Thank goodness for that... uh.." Mikey paused and sighed. He went silent for a few moments before speaking again. "Do you really think I can do it? I mean, lead us into battle?"

Jeff smiled as he walked up to Mikey and patted him on his back.
"Hey, if I didn't think you were capable, I wouldn't have placed you in the role for the guild along with the role of helping all of us getting us ready for this massive mess. Though truth be told, I think it's gonna be impossible to be entirely ready for this, but you know Geode Damn if we all are not gonna do our best." Jeff then allowed his sage mode to phase out returning his eyes and hair back to there normal brown color. "Do you think I don't question if I am qualified to lead a guild like this?" Jeff then paused for a moment as he began to walk off a little.
"Honestly I do a lot... All we can do is give our best shots, after all, nobody is perfect, not even those masked punks. I believe you can do this, just like you all believe in me to lead this guild. It's that belief that lets me maintain my focus when I need to, despite how scatter brained I get. And you know how bad I can get with that! Hahahaha!"

Mikey smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah you're right. I probably shouldn't focus on my flaws!" Mikey straightened up and pointed at the giant bubble that he created. "Alright! Hit that bubble with all of your techniques!" Mikey ordered, pointing with vigor and a righteous smile. It was time to prep an army to fight the gods!

Everyone was gathered around the war table once again. Mikey had taken his time in observing each and every fighter's strengths and weaknesses. With that in mind, he was ready to send out his first wave of training. But first thing was first.

"Thanks for coming everyone, I trust you had a good night's rest," Mikey announced, as everyone positioned themselves accordingly. "Now, if I could have your attention directed at the hologram projector.." Suddenly, a feed of the tower of chaos popped up in the center of the table. "This is the recording Jeff was able to achieve this morning. I warn you, it's.. It's a little disturbing."

"Well here goes something" Jeff said as he hit a few button on his tablet which selected the video and set it to play on the projector for everyone to see. To be fair Jeff was hesitant to see how everyone would react to the footage, but knew it was necessary that everyone saw it.

Jenso said nothing at first, and stared intently at the screen for a good moment. "They got destroyed instantly, didn't they.." Jenso muttered. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, but he was merely talking to himself. He'd already seen plenty of crazy feats that the Order of Chaos had done, so he was somewhat prepared for crazy, dangerous stuff at this point.

"Patience Jenso," Mikey said calmly as the video feed started up. Of course, the first thing they could see was the tower itself atop a large hill that overlooked the ocean. It was less than a kilometer in width after all. Perhaps 30 meters across? Mikey rolled his eyes as the surveillance continued. Suddenly, as they neared the hill, a large purple mass of goo rose from the ground and took the shape of Rajaka, before it smashed the robot to pieces. the surveillance switched to another bot to witness the act. Rajaka, or goo-jaka turned towards it and rushed forwards.

"Wait just a moment, dear!" Ada called out, walking into view. She neared the robot slowly, strutting through the grass, her pristine figure barely discernible against the sunrise. A series of metallic crashes sounded, as if each and every other robot in the small platoon was instantly crushed by something else. Ada bent towards the surveillance robot, leaned in closely, and smiled through her mask. The bot couldn't move or attack. Instead, she took control of it somehow, spinning it to reveal that a series of purple humanoid warriors, similar to Rajaka, had wiped out the platoon. they numbered at least 30, overwhelming the small 20-man attack squad. Ada snickered and clutched her breasts with both forearms. "OH! Such an adorable attempt at scouting our defences! I'm flattered you would put so much work into getting my splendid body on screen!" Ada rose her arms and emphasised her curves with a pose, thick with seduction. It was a little hard to see past the insanity that transpired behind her raw sex appeal, but lesser men would be swayed by her looks alone. She really was a harpy. "How about I reward your efforts with a little tour?" Then the feed cut off, as if the recording had ended. It paused for a few seconds.

"Give it a moment," Mikey said, feverish with anxiety.

"Welcome back to cooking with Ada!" The recording flashed back onto the screen, revealing Ada inside a large, dark room lit by red flames along the walls. There was a window that revealed the sun high in the sky, but most of the picture was too dark to make out. Was it already later in the day? It was roughly 5 am when the robots attacked, how much time had passed? And how did she control the recording? "Just kidding! I haven't eaten anyone in ages. Men leave such a bad taste in my mouth," she growled, following it up with a petite giggle. She conjured a purple flame in her hand and lit the area behind her, revealing a familiar feminine figure. "Women on the other hand, sweet like honey. More than palatable." Ada walked closer, bringing the robot with her. As the image grew clearer, the girl's identity was revealed. It was Sheira, Jeff's old lab assistant. "Surprise! I had Dacer retrieve this breath of fresh air." Sheira was completely naked, and tied to the wall with various purple chains that melted into the bricks behind her. Ada smiled and turned towards the girl. She was barely alive, bleeding from her eyes. They'd been torn out, and her lips were sewn shut. Adarine lifted one hand to her chin and pulled Sheira's face towards her own as she looked into the camera. "We've had so much fun, this little harlot can be such a tease, but those erotic colours flare out something fierce when you tickle-" Suddenly the audio cut off. Mikey muted it.

"We uh, we really don't need to listen to any of this. Just watch," Mikey insisted.

Ada continued to prattle on for a while, before kissing Sheira. And then, she slit her throat, in one fluid motion, letting blood pour down her naked body in crimson tides. Her eyes focused on the camera and her playful demeanour vanished. Then she smiled again. Mikey un-muted the audio.

"Right here," He said.

"I've got a few more just like her in my room, here. I'm really in no position to let them go- in fact, I don't actually want to let them go... But the circumstances abate my desires for you, Jenso!" Ada looked up, and then back at the camera, slowly blinking as she did so. "My master, Zei-Zei, would be ever so grateful to me if I were to retrieve you for him. So, I'll sweeten his generous offer to spare your galaxy!" The video feed cut off again for a few seconds. Mikey closed his eyes and grabbed his nose in irritation, not looking forward to what happens next. The video flashed back on, and two new women appeared on screen. One fully clothed, the other naked, just as Sheira was. "It took a lot of research to track her down.." Luke's eyes widened and his hands slowly rose to press against the surface of the war-table as he looked closely at the face of the clothed woman. The other nude figure was none other than Milena, however, Alvios' friend from Corona. "This one, I just.. I just liked her!" Ada said traipsing towards Milena and gently touching her chin. The girl was unharmed, but unconscious. "But I figured, the will of your allies would benefit your decision greatly, so.. She's not dead! Unharmed, even!" Ada walked over to the clothed woman, who, rather than sustaining damage, or lacking consciousness, stared into the camera angrily with he mouth shut and he brow furrowed. She had long, orange hair that flowed over most of her body, and wore a golden-rod ore dress.

"This one has spirit, though!" Ada admitted, refusing to even touch the other woman, "It pains me to resist breaking it, oh how it pains me! I can barely stand through this torrent of lust, but she's not for me. Not for Ada." Luke's fingers bent against the table, his breath shallow with each sip of air. "Come to the tower, and they will not be killed. I will... Uhg.. Release them back into your crummy world." Ada grunted and crossed her arms, pushing her cleavage into uneven proportions. Then she smiled again, her lips glowing with a purple hue. "Otherwise, I will turn her into yet another zombie, tasked to kill you all. Kill you," Ada began chuckling, snowballing into full on maniacal laughter over a few seconds, before shutting herself up and peering at the ceiling blankly. "Hmm. I wonder what it feels like to be forced against your own mother.. I wonder what it might feel like to plunge a blade into the depths of her void heart..." Ada's eyes widened and she chuckled lightly. "Wait, no I don't! Ahahaha!!!" She paused her laughter and looked at the screen with a tormented glare, still smiling. "See ya real soon, Golden boy." With that, the camera cracked, and the feed ended, leaving nothing but static in its place.

Jeff's original take on the video was at first fine as the robots were taken down one by one, he expected them to not be able to last and the fact they got information of tjis purple goop that can take the forms of people was rather interesting though it was when Ada started showing off the Sheira in such a stat that something in Jeff just seemed to snap. It was just the other day when he had seen her, she was tasked with keeping the arena systems working properly and helping Jeff with his nano project, essentially his right hand just bellow Mikey. For them to have taken her under his nose like this was unthinkable and his sage mode awoke from pure anger and disbelief. The wind in the room started to stil violently in the room for brief moments tossing some notes and paper into the air along with a few unoccupied chairs that sat in the room. Upon realizing what he was doing Jeff snapped back to it however causing everything that was blown into the air to suddenly drop to the ground with a thud. Without saying anything Jeff quickly stormed out of the room doing everythibg he could to stop tears from forming in his eyes around everyone. As the door shut closed Jeff's voice said into the intercom for the room "I'm gonna need a moment.. just continue without me."
he had left a device sitting in his chair which would still allow him to hear qhat was said and going on so he left his forcus for the moment to make sure if this was completely true and not something Ada faked on them. He had to check to see if Sheira was fine.

Jenso's eyes widened as he saw the footage. He clenched his fists angrily for a moment, and rose up from his table. Similar to Jeff's outburst, white flames violently bursted out of Jenso's body as his pupils changed into white flames. The temperature in the room rose tremendously. "Those murderous psychopaths!!" He roared loudly. He rose his fist and slammed it into the table, leaving a large crack within. After this, Jenso remained silent for a long moment before turning to the others.

"That's the final straw." He eventually spoke, in a cold tone.

"I'm going to the tower NOW, and none of you will be joining me. I don't want to see any more of my friends hurt. Lark died because of me, and if you all come along then you will share the same fate. I don't doubt the abilities and skills of everyone here, but these people are on a whole other level. I'll draw Yzeira out by accepting his invitation, and I'll try to take him down by myself. I'm not wasting any more time." Jenso stated, and began to walk out of the room. It was clear that his emotions were clouding his judgement, but he'd had enough.

"Don't be an idiot," Geode said calmly.

Oz stopped Jenso in his tracks by placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You know as well as I that such an act will change nothing." Oz's own voice was choked up a little but he maintained his composure. He turned to face the rest. "This is not going to be the first time we'll see this. The Order likes to try and break their foes before the fight ever comes. They excel at intimidation. We must resist their advances and take this time to strengthen our resolve and our power. We should increase men on watch until the destined day." He turned back to Jenso showing a deep sadness in his eyes for the briefest of moments. "Are you going to let them break you too?"

Jenso looked over his shoulder and glared at Geode. "I don't care if I'm being an idiot. Why the hell are YOU even here?" Jenso barked, turning as he pointed at the golem. "I don't care if you're supposed to be the GOD of this world. You threatened to blow up a large mass of the human population with the meteors, and you attacked hundreds of places all over the world with your golems! You should be happy that you haven't been destroyed or sealed away again!" He shouted at him. "I don't know why Mikey trusts you so much. I won't lie, I'm happy that I didn't have to kill you. If there was a way to do that, anyway, since you're already a spirit. But what's your plan here?" He questioned.

"Are you going to wait until one of us Trumps falls, so you can possess their bodies? Or will you try to do that with any Order of Chaos members that we may defeat? We may have common goals to save this planet, but what will you do if the Order of Chaos wins or if we manage to beat the Order of Chaos? Will you try to finish off the victor when they're weak?" He spat at Geode.

As Oz stepped into his way and placed his hand on his shoulder, Jenso looked at Oz and frowned as Oz's look of sadness seemed to weaken Jenso's rage. "Oz..." Jenso muttered, as he looked at the ground. "I just...I just don't want any more of my friends to get hurt...I let Lark fight beside me, and he got killed in the process. I can't let it happen again. Not this time. And if I do nothing, the Order will keep messing with the people I care about."

Geode closed his eyes and crossed his arms, refusing to acknowledge Jenso's emotional outburst. He was under no obligation to answer any of his questions anyways. The reactions baffled him. Perhaps this was truly the limit of humans? To lash out in the name of love and togetherness? Geode's face twitched. It had been exactly how he'd acted in response to Gaia, albeit to a far lesser degree of emotional influence. All beings were the same, in the end. They fought for what they wanted. Maybe they weren't so different after all.

Bruce remained still while the recording played. At several points, the images on screen provoked others he'd seen to flash across his mind's eye, only to return when the audio came back on and Ada's voice broke out again, sickeningly sweet until it crescendoed into a high-pitched squeal of perverse delight. He had a vague awareness that the others were in the midst of their own outbursts. The howling indoor wind Jeff caused blew out his ponytail, leaving his hair in a mess, yet he didn't move. Jenso's heat registered against the entirety of his skin, and still he couldn't react. He didn't trust himself to move or speak.
"I'm going to the tower NOW, and none of you will be joining me."
The first words that Bruce recalled hearing was Jenso's ludicrous declaration that, even understanding the anger behind it, Bruce could barely restrain his own voice from violently shutting him down. He trusted that one of the others would be able to take on the role of moderation and reasoning, yet Jenso continued almost unabated in his fury until Oz spoke. Even though some of the rage leaked from his voice, the overflowing emotion that had been triggered in him, not to mention the others, would insure that getting anything done would be next to impossible.
"Jenso," Bruce said, without turning to look his friend in the eye. "Shut the hell up."
Bruce paused a moment, stringing together what he knew to be the truth from the memories, thoughts, and his own murderous desires the footage had dredged up.
"I can only speak for myself, but I made you a promise that I would fight the Order next to you," Bruce said. "That promise cannot be altered by declarations you make in the heat of unadulterated rage, or by anyone except myself at the cost of my conscience. If you insist on charging out there against them now, never mind whether or not you'll be giving them the advantage- you will be putting, at least, one more life than just yours up to be forfeit."
Bruce turned finally to stare Jenso in the face.
"Mine."
Bruce held his gaze on Jenso for several moments. He kept his ki in check, but permitted himself the outlet of gripping his empty sheath until his knuckles turned white and his fingers threatened to break it.
"Don't believe for a second that you are the only one with the right to be furious."

Luke slammed his fist against the table, cracking the table's glassy surface in a feat of strength that mimicked Jenso's, with lesser results. "So then what, we just sit here and let her die?!" Luke cried in outrage, "You expect us to just sit back and do nothing? What kind of- Where's the justice in that?!" Luke, usually a man of reason, forfeiting his morals for the right causes, couldn't hold back his temper. It was a common problem of his, but to side with the idea of prematurely assaulting to tower... He was off his rocker! Then again, what could they do? Was it really fine to leave those women there to die at the hands of that corrupt witch? Or to let her send them into battle?