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Jiang Zhao VS Garbage: Round 4

Once Garbage stopped sliding on the hard floor, she immediately jumped up and scrambled to find another hiding spot as fire exploded around her, shielding herself from the dust and shockwaves with her arms in front of her face. The blasts stopped for a few seconds as another cascade of guitar strings rumbled her eardrums, just barely letting her hear the concrete crackle above her. She threw herself forwards. Behind her, a large, strangely flaming chunk of reinforced concrete crashed into the ground as another trumpet pierced the air as if to herald the end of the world. She landed with a combat roll, then dived behind a giant chunk of more rubble, and waited out the next three stings of brass. They were rather short, but the bangs they brought with them had quite the same power as the last few. A fourth one, a rather elongated one, came immediately after them. Its power was a single bang, and then a flurry of pops, similar to a firecracker.

Garbage found herself curled up in a fetal position behind the rubble. She was thoroughly scared off her mind and shaking with fear as she looked through what she had done in the past few hours.

[color=gold]Writing my name onto the Ledger was quite possibly the biggest mistake I've ever made in recent time. Trying to sweet talk my way out of a fight with this fussy old man with powerful magic abilities is a close runner-up, but actually joining this tournament was just...By Golgotha, how stupid am I? I feel stupid as hell! I need to think something quick but all these...frickin' firecrackers are louder than my thoughts! What should I do? Run? Do I run? Is he gonna chase after me? I bet he'll do that. He will fucking do that. I don't wanna die, god dammit, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna-[/color=gold]

Her thoughts were interrupted when one last powerful brass sting caused the pile of rubble to blow up in a ball of fire, completely destroying her cover. At the same time, out of desperation, screamed:

"WAAAIT!"

Luckily for her, the next few tabs after the trumpet would be calm. Fast-paced, but calm. All they summoned unto the world were just slightly threatening sparks scattered all over the area around Jiang, who had, additionally, heard her cry for help. He set this guitar tab to be continuous - her power was working on him again.

The dust settled, and there she was, once again with her arms raised up in surrender.

Jiang tried to speak, but his attempt was cut short by a simple statement:

"You win!"

Jiang raised his eyebrow in confusion. Could this be another ruse?, he thought. She seemed like a very stubborn person so far, seeing as she had attempted to trick the man with quite possibly the least amount of trust for people who were different than him into letting her steal a necklace that was quite literally holding his soul - two times, at that. This was surprising, he was expecting much more gusto from her.

"I give up.", she continued with a slightly shaky voice, then took out a peapod-shaped device from her fanny pack. "Take this. It's called a Vessel. It stores souls." She lightly lobbed it towards Jiang. It bounced off the floor a few times and stopped at about a meter's distance in front of the Dragon, who was even more surprised. He didn't notice himself stop with the guitar sounds. He looked at the Vessel, then at Garbage, then back at the Vessel.

"I am not falling for your ruse a third time, laowai., he said, coldly.

"I swear to whatever the hell kind of deity you worship, I am not trying to trick you into anything this time. Just take the Vessel, please.", she insisted.

He kneeled down and very cautiously picked up the device to examine it for a few seconds, contemplating over whether she had set up yet another ruse or she really was giving up. She did, after all, get very close to tricking him twice, he had to give her that. A few moments of silence ensued as he tried to think of something to say.

"...You're...Pretty good at playing the accordion for a beginner.", Jiang finally broke his silence, "If you keep practicing, I'm sure you will become a maestro like me, heh." There was an awkward smirk on his face.

He did not know what to think of this. How could this bold girl give up so easily to an old git like him? After two tries? He genuinely couldn't tell whether he won or not. He gestured her to put her hands down, then began peering around, searching for the drone.
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