A/N: you take on Roberta at the port to end the chase for good. But there was more to the maid that you thought. (Revy takes her on too. But that's during some parts when your fighting Roberta).

Dutch: move outta the way!

Rock grabs Garcia and they both duck as Dutch shoots where roberta was still holding onto the car.

Garcia: no! Don't shoot roberta!

She dodged them while holding onto the knife which was keeping her on the back of the car.

Dutch: If something like this could kill her, we wouldn't have this problem, kid.

Roberta jumps onto the roof of the car. She pulls out two guns and starts shooting.

Garcia: roberta!

Dutch got out another gun and started to shoot up at her. Benny then gets cut off the main road by a truck and goes a different direction.

Benny: Dutch! We're off the main road! This leads to the ocean. It's a dead end ahead.

The car enters the port and starts to hit into a few things.

Benny: this is not good.

(Y/N): I swear to god, I've died to a flying jackass wearing tights. I will not die to the likes of you!

You grabbed the roof the the car and started to push up on it.

Dutch: what are you doing?!

You ripped the entire roof off and threw it when roberta still on.

(Y/N): begone!

Just as you did that, the car crashed into a dead end. It was silent for a few seconds after the car crashed until Dutch finally spoke again.

Dutch: There's a payoff for being religious. All survivors, answer me.

Rock: we're safe, somehow.

Dutch: what about Revy?

Rock looked to her. She was still out.

Rock: she's still unconscious, peacefully.

Rock looked to you but you answered before she asked.

(Y/N): I'm good.

Roberta landed head the car, still alive.

Benny: what in the world is the woman maid of?!

(Y/N): I think it's time I showed that maid who she's dealing with.

You said stepping out of the car. Revy started to twitch.

Revy: ....d..........damn it.

Rock looked to her.

Rock: Revy.

Revy: damn it. What happened to that damn bitch! Is she dead? Well?!

Dutch: you'll be glad to know that she's alive and well. But probably not for long.

Revy looked outside and saw you approaching roberta.

(Y/N): if you want the boy so badly you only needed to ask nicely. But now, that choice has been exhausted.

Revy: That's just delightful. More than anything else.

Revy kicked open the door.

Rock: Revy! Wait!

Revy pointed the gun at rock's head.

Revy: Rock. I'm about to become as red as a tail light. When that's over, I won't be able to warn you, even if I'm about to give you extra assholes.

Revy stepped out of the car and stood next to you.

(Y/N): I don't need your help on this one.

Revy: I've got  my own score to settle. That shell she used to blow me away is gonna cost her more than anything she could stick up her ass. I'm gonna beat that into her.

(Y/N): very well. But don't blame me when things start flying.

Revy looked to roberta.

Revy: come on, draw, señorita. Or are you scared?

Roberta: you have no need to use filthy words and be afraid. Knowing you could not defeat me with skill, you pointed a gun at young master and kidnapped him. You coward.

Revy got pissed and the two opened fired. You ran and roberta and tried to slam your fist onto her. She dodged and you ended up making a hole in the ground. You pulled it out and changed after the maid and continued to try and lay at hit on her. But Roberta used the area around her as an advantage lost you on one of the large crates.

(Y/N): no you don't!

You grabbed the crate and threw it away with ease. The others continued to watch.

Dutch: Rock, watch out for any stray bullets or crates.

Rock: I can't see any of them now.

The sounds of gunshots followed by your roars were heard in the distance.

Garcia: roberta.

You had gotten close to roberta and was about to slice at her with your massive claws, but she ducked and you ended up slicing through another crate. She then kicked you in the chin and shot at one of your eyes and made you roar in pain. She got ready to fire again but you managed to finally get a hit on her with a fast back hand. She crashed against another crate. Just as she got up, Revy was shooting at her again and Roberta shot back while keeping behind the crate. Revy eventually got hit in the arm by a bullet.

Revy: oww......damn it. She managed to get a bullet into the great Revy. Who is this woman?

Roberta saw that one of her guns had a hole through it and was now useless. She tossed it aside.

Revy: there's no way you could've had a good upbringing. Where did you come from? Tell me.

Roberta was about to move again until you came at her again and knocked more crates aside. You then felt two of your shoulder spikes get ripped off as she started to slash at you with them and even slit your throat and rammed them into your chest.

Roberta: Farwell.

(Y/N): ..........I think not.

You kicked her away and stood up slowly as you ripped the spikes from your chest.

(Y/N): very impressive, maid. You've learned that my skin can't be harmed by bullets so you went for my eyes. And when that fail, you thought that my shoulder spikes would work. Well let me make this clear to you. I Can't Be Killed The Same Way Twice.

All your wounds healed up.

Revy: damn.

You charged at roberta again and made her move away from you again. You slammed both your fist to the ground and sent multiple crates flying into the air.

Garcia: roberta.

Dutch: now......what should we do now? Maybe we get outta this car.

Benny: y.....yeah, you're right.

They saw more crates going flying as well as gravel and sparks. Your roars were sounding more ferocious. Benny got right back into the car.

Benny: impossible.

Dutch: Yeah impossible. We'd never make it, no matter how many lives we have. I'm not about to go anywhere near that fight.

Benny: same here.

Dutch: There's an end to every beginning. They'll settle things down eventually.

Garcia jumped out of the car.

Dutch: Hey, kid! Wait!

He yelled out.

Garcia: roberta! Do your best!

The sounds of stomping and crashing were getting closer.

Rock: oh no!

Roberta jumped over a crate and landed on the other end of it. You lifted up the crate and threw it. Roberta tried firing for your eyes again, but you punched her to the ground. You were about to throw another punch until light cam on.

Balalaika: don't move!

You looked and saw it was Balalaika with a full complement of soldiers.

Balalaika: why don't you call it quits now, you three?

Revy just arrived near you and roberta.

Balalaika: there's nothing to gain out of fighting anymore. Don't wait your energy.

You slightly calmed down and lowered your arms as Balalaika approached you.

Balalaika: let me tell you something interesting, miss maid. We at hotel Moscow, intended to start a war against the manisarela cartel from the beginning. Taking care of them was my job, but you saved me the trouble. Right now, their headquarters in Venezuela should be in ruins by now. Therefore, all the problems have been solved. The case of Garcia being kidnapped had been delt with. You have no reason to fight anymore.

It was silent as roberta didn't put her gun down.

(Y/N): I'm positive she doesn't care.

Balalaika: you think so?

She moved her hand up and one or the soldiers shoot roberta's gun from her hand and Balalaika pulled out her's.

Balalaika: don't misunderestimate me. I'm not making a request. It's an order.

That's when Garcia stepped forward.

Garcia: roberta!

She looked to him.

Garcia: it's alright, Roberta! As you can see, I'm not hurt! Okay? Let's go home! I don't want to see you with a gun anymore.

Balalaika: I agree, kid. But....what does the bloodhound think?

Garcia: bloodhound?

Balalaika: oh my. So you don't know? She's...

Roberta: Shut up!

Balalaika put the gun right to her head.

Balalaika: keep quiet, bitch. This isn't some servant who enjoys walking the dog. She's the bloodhound of Florencia. Rosarita Cisneros. Trained as an assassin in Cuba, she's a former F.A.R.C. guerilla. She's wanted internationally for multiple kidnappings and murders. And she's suppose to be involved when the bombing of the U.S Embassy in Tegucigalpa. She's a real hardcore terrorist.

Garcia: roberta..... is this true?

Roberta: I have no intention of deceiving you, young master. However, young master, there are things in this world that you're better off not knowing. It is the truth. I.....I believe it. In the morning of a revolution that would bring justice to this world. For that reason, I became a soldier. In my pursuit of the ideal, I killed in every place imaginable. Politicians, entrepreneurs, anti-revolutionists, election management members. I even killed women and children. Dyeing many nights with blood and facing many cold-hearted mornings, what I realized in the end was....that I was no revolutionist. I was noting but a guard dog for the mafia and their cocaine fields. Isn't it ironic? The revolutionists joined forces with the cartels. Saying that a revolution would not happen solely on ideals. As they blurted out those words, they sold their souls. I left the military. The one who took me in then was my deceased father's friend, none other than your father, master Diego Lovelace.

She turned to Garcia.

Roberta: Young master. allowing your kidnapping to happen was negligence on my part. I didn't have any other way to save you than becoming my old, steel self I once abandoned. Bloodhound. Guard dog. That was the only way that I, being called a dog, could repay you with my life.

Garcia: don't call yourself a dog, Roberta! You're my family!

He ran up to her and lightly hit her.

Garcia: we're family, right?! Don't talk like that, about being a dog! You can't!

He said as he began to cry.

Garcia: I don't know any bloodhound! She probably died somewhere! That Rosarita woman has probably gone to some unknown faraway place, burdened with her sins! So she's got nothing to do with you, Roberta! The only one here is my roberta!

Roberta: young master.

Garcia: so....so, okay? Let's go back to our home.

Roberta kneeled down.

Roberta: young master. Boys should not cry so easily.

She pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

Balalaika: well, I'm glade that's settled.

Revy: You must be kidding. I'm sure they're all delighted with this teary-eyed happy ending. But who the hell is gonna close up this tunnel in my shoulder? Well?

You looked to Revy.

(Y/N): really? You want to complain over that?

You walked to her.

(Y/N): here! Let me give you one of the marks she gave me and then we'll talk pain, bitch!

A/N: oh boy..