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Later through the night...
Raxen was beyond excited for this moment. He had waited so long for it, he mouth almost watered at the sentiment. As he strode powerfully towards the arena where he had previously forced his victims to fight various deviants, he wore nothing but silence and a grin.
Axel slid into view, Siax wandering on behind them. "Sir, I have everything in place. We can begin at a moment's notice." He said, checking over the laptop in his hands as he walked. He typed in a few things, and began to set a everything in motion.
"Very good Axel, let's be sure to get front-row seats, tonight, is about to be interesting." Raxen said, with might behind his words. He brought his two armored guards in with, as he entered the arena before the show would start. Taking their seats, everyone gathered around, various expressions over their faces now.
Siax nervously played with his tail, sitting beside Axel. "Here's to hoping they survive the first initial meeting." He whispered to Axel.
The fire-head rested his face against his mate's face. "Give them credit. They have survived through things that none of the others previous have."
"AND THE STAGE IS SET!" Raxen called out. "Release them!"
Axel and Siax groaned, and looked over their laptops. Raxen was loving this shit.
The first two doors to the area opened up, and two strangers wandered towards the center of the arena. One was angrily dressed with a vibe from outer space, the other dressed with the art of demonic intent.
The Painter, otherwise known as Jhada Khin, made it to the stage with grace, waving towards Raxen and the others, bowing, and throwing some kind of rose off into the distance that dissipated into magic dust. Neither of them could see what the other truly looked like, both having masks on as they stood there in silence, though Jhada could be seen adjusting his mask off in the distance.
I like a violent composition.
"Take a few steps back boys, we have others that will join us here today." Raxen said, his voice echoing over a microphone through the area. He watched as Cosmic Jhin wandered away annoyedly, and stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. In contrast, the Blood Moon Jhada just stayed back against the wall of the area in the opposite direction, leaning there up against the wall. Something the original Jhin would have preferred against.
"And the next two?" Raxen asked. Two more doors were opened, and two strangely familiar yet different Cowboys made it towards the arena.
"What the fuck..." Cree breathed out, his eyes setting gaze over the two Jhins, and then towards Joel, who made a sign with his fingers into the shape of a gun towards him. "This is insanity! Raxen! This isnt right!" He called out. "Wellp, don't suppose you care 'bout what's right in the first damn place." The man muttered, angrily.
Joel smirked, and looked over Cree. "My, my. What a fine duplicate. Unfortunately for you son, you ain't got what it takes to deal with the likes of me." The toxic Cowboy said with a dissatisfied sneer.
