*Starting Scene*

Some hysterical laughter echoes through the upper part of the room that owns the immense metallic path circling along its walls to ascend the main building's confines as it's currently notable that the production of falling bodies has halted just when Fang had made his appearance. At the same time, the haori-endowed male checks out the multiple, defeated, Saints Organization personnel lying around him while a bit drowsy since it hasn't been long that he's been awake and comments in a halfhearted method with both hands continuing to be stationed at his waist, "I'll say this much... You did good, taking down all these guys by yourself. I know they aren't to your apparent status as a Spellcaster, however, that isn't necessarily an easy task." Fang motions his right hand toward Trace as he lightly grins. "Yet, here you are with only my hyenas having wounded. You must be something else."

Trace, while intently watching his back so he wouldn't allow the hyenas to catch him off guard again, replies to Fang's words in a serious voice, "Not to put a damper on your perception of me, but I wasn't the one responsible for all of this." The purple-haired young man draws his attention upon Fang with a firm composition. "Dante's your culprit. I'm just chasing after him." Trace glances back again to insure his safety from the hyenas, which are all lurking close with their dried giggling resounding. "To be honest, I've only fought your mutts so far."

Fang scoffs with minor discontent mixed into his easygoing behavior and lowers his extended hand. "You feel like a man, insulting my hyenas that way? If I had to take a wild guess, you aren't much of an animal person, are you?"

Electricity momentarily surges throughout Trace's body as he looks at Fang out of the corner of his right eye due to having his head presently turned toward his left and calmly answers. "No to both of your questions. I have nothing against animals, unlike an irritating acquaintance of mine who's abnormally afraid of cats. I merely don't have any interest in them as a whole."

Fang meagerly tilts his head to the left while generating an inquisitive expression. "Hmm... That certainly is something interesting." The red-eyed male restores his head's posture without extinguishing his carefree attitude. "Although you say you weren't responsible for my colleagues' defeat, I'm sure playing with you will merit a nice quality of enjoyment. After that, I'll track down the friend you mentioned and give him his rightful punishment."

Trace becomes a tad agitated with his concentration appropriately set upon Fang as more electricity transgresses on his being. "Good luck to you then. It isn't like I believe you'll beat me, but if you somehow succeed in doing so, understand that Dante's no average dude."

Fang mentally ponders over the last bit of Trace's statement and briefly peers upward with curiosity slightly displayed. "Dante... I wonder if it's the same Dante from the Einsburn Family who supposedly has ownership of a couple Sealing Gloves. Doubtful though since I can't imagine why he'd want to attack us, but if that's the case, it would benefit us to get rid of him and take possession of those blasphemous hand-wears." Delight forms on his face.

Trace's visible eye narrows out of determination while focusing static specifically to his right arm as he thinks, "He's distracted!" The sleeveless gentleman starts to pull his electrified limb backwards and tries to declare sternly, "Electro Sho-"

Abruptly, the hyena Trace had knocked down lunges at him and ferociously chomps on the aqua-eyed Spellcaster's elbow region belonging to the limb he lifted with a primal growl seeping out as a sizable sum of blood explodes from where its jaws had sunk into.

Trace instantly rives in pain with his attention snapping to the crazed beast as he yells out, "Ugh!" He then takes into account that the other six hyenas are in fast pursuit to join their brethren thanks to his peripheral vision catching their presence and are very close to launching their own assault via separate, ravenous howls emanating. In response, Trace frantically switches the words he was originally going to utilized while swiftly adjusting his stance to face the near-hairless hyenas. "Shock Cloak!" His entire being promptly expels an extreme mass of white electricity so it can shield Trace from the hyenas and hopefully makes the one that has his right arm capture within its mouth give up like before.

Unfortunately, none of the hyenas permit themselves to falter, especially the lone one trapping Trace's arm due to its resilience seemingly improving, as the six wishing to aid their fellow hairless animal bypass the electrical radiance and eventually bite down on an available limb. To be precise, his left elbow, both legs, his throat and shoulders, which clearly involves the one that had already received significant damage, all now have a hyena tenaciously gnawing at them with a mighty grasp.

That causes Trace to release a horrid scream without detaining the Shock Cloak Spell's overflow while having his head cocked backwards with his right eye's pupil dilated.

Fang rest his gaze onto Trace as he's momentarily exhibiting a blank look until dryly laughing a little and gestures his right hand to the level of his shoulder while skepticism surfaces. "What? You thought I foolishly dropped my guard?!" He waves the same hand in front of his face. "In your dreams! I'm not like you!" Fang smirks in an arrogant manner prior to putting his hand back down. "Considering that I have my hyenas, I can always take my eyes off my enemies without worry because I know they'll definitely protect me! Also, you've obviously had realized by now that they're very persistent and won't give up more than a couple of times until getting the hang of whatever someone's fighting with!"

Trace grits his teeth after hearing Fang's boasting, glares at the almost completely bald man via completely cocking his head back since his adversary's behind him and shouts with overwhelming audacity, "Then let's see how much it takes to make them reach a breaking point!" The Caucasian passionately screams while bringing his head to stare at the metal floating above as electricity expands everywhere.

Astonishment immediately consumes Fang during his observation of Trace, commencing to retreat so he wouldn't get hit by the stray sparks enveloping the area, while thinking, "I suspected him to be a Class A Minus Spellcaster like me, but this is kind of ridiculous! He's not too bad!"

Eventually, the excessive showing of electricity dies down and demonstrates an faintly exhausted Trace, who's partially slouching forth with his head down, as he's still plagued by the seven hyenas, however, luckily have lost consciousness so they aren't applying much pressure. The main reason the hyenas even continued to be latched on the aqua-eyed lad is because of their unwavering dedication to end Trace's life for Fang's sake. A moment later, Trace struggles to focus on Fang by commandeering himself to fully confront the Saints Organization affiliate while aching with severe agony and remarks in a smart-ass way once he accomplishes his goal, "Not much, huh? That was roughly a fourth of the electrical output I can manage, and I want you to keep in mind, I'm already pretty tired from running for several hours. Sadly, your mutts couldn't handle it and kicked the bucket."

Fang raises his right eyebrow with a minuscule amount of amusement emitted. "You must be kidding! They aren't dead!" The Asian-looking gentleman gives off a devious smile while leaning forward as he points both index fingers toward Trace after finally removing his left hand from his waist. "You simply made them go into snooze!" Fang rapidly withdraws his extended appendages to position them on opposing sides of his person and fixes his posture while oozing confidence. "For your information, what makes the pets of an Animal Tamer dangerous isn't that we were successful in having them obey us because there are times instincts overtake discipline, no matter how well they're trained! What truly defines our family's magic is how we, Spellcaster and animal, mutually help one another to improve ourselves!" He vaguely chuckles as the Wilde Family member eases up his tone to be more subdued and decides to gradually advance forth. "And by that, I mean I've given my hyenas a terrifying power." Fang's unable to restrain the hysteria dwelling inside and excitedly speaks with both hands stretched outward as they stay on his sides. "A never-say-die personality that will drive them to hunt every foe standing before me, and with that, a hyper rejuvenation skill that surely will make anyone want to kill themselves rather than suffer because my hyenas suck at finishing their prey fast!"

Trace's concerned by Fang's somewhat pompous statement as he suddenly feels a small tugging on different parts of his body and goes ahead to investigate the source. Not long after, the purple-haired young adult witnesses the slight movement of his opponent's hyenas while suspecting their awakening to transpire soon. It's due to this that Trace makes the choice to act hastily, having returned his attention to Fang, while producing his Shock Cloak yet again and heads toward the Animal Tamer with amazing speed, despite being weighed down by the seven hyenas. "Will they be so annoying after their master dies?!" The arm padded person abruptly stations his left hand back as it's clenched into a fist and fervently yells during the throw of an electrified punch, "Buster Shock!"

Fang displays a casual grin prior to leisurely uttering, "No, they'd go into depression since their main purpose in life would be gone and then go back to their cannibalistic life-style about a week later. Hey, they got to eat." The nearly hairless Spellcaster unexpectedly weaves his body to the right with sufficient agility to skive Trace's oncoming strike as he keeps on talking. "But they won't ever have to worry if or not that would happen, especially when my enemy is you, Trace of Electricity. Speed up." Fang instantly maneuvers around Trace to locate himself around eight meters behind the Shock Spellcaster.

Concurrently, Trace can't help but to be totally dumbfounded with his left fist retaining itself elevated forward while mentally contemplating, "How did he...?" The vest-wearing lad hurriedly lowers his left arm and is about to face Fang, however, is interrupted by the unprecedented pain brought from the seven hyenas reinstalling their horrendous gnawing, forcing the flow of blood that had lessen to climb back up, as Trace grimaces before cursing angrily, "Shit!" The former Trailblaze Organization member glares downward to see the hyenas' renewed persistence.

Fang starts laughing hysterically after crossing his arms and shutting his eyes. "I told you, didn't I?! Had you listen, you would've put your all in that flimsy attempt you made at me!" The Asian doesn't cease his laughter while bending down a tad.

Trace perseveres through the pain ailing him as he desires to confront Fang the best he can, which he steadily achieves with the hyenas not letting up their ensnarement at all, and questions in a strained voice thanks to the hairless animal seizing his neck while barely maintaining his balance, "Tell me... How the hell... Do you know... who I am?"

Fang stops his excessive laughter while straightening his back as he makes eye contact with Trace and replies in a prideful tone. "Hey, did you forget what organization this is?! The Saints Organization is the number 1 adversary of the Einsburn Family and Trailblaze Organization, which means we're abundantly familiar with anyone from either two!" A scrutinizing attitude makes its presence known on Fang's person as the Wilde Family member contorts his body toward Trace's direction. "Plus, a Spellcaster that creates and manipulates electricity with light purple hair, in addition to wearing a pair of forearm pads, only fits the description of one guy who belongs to the Trailblaze Organization! That, of course, is you, Trace!"

Trace gulps lightly and continues watching Fang without saying anything while wincing in pain a few times because of the constant pressure from his opponent's hyenas.

Fang's scrutinizing demeanor persists as his red eyes becoming sort of cynical with his tone gaining a menacing feel to it while having subsided again. "Now, what has me really bother at the moment is the fact that you're apparently chasing after someone, who you yourself called Dante, when word had gone around for the past four years that a young man with that very name isn't on the side of either of the previous two Spellcaster groups I mentioned, despite being an Einsburn. It could be that your Dante is a completely different Dante, but considering how you said he's the culprit to so many Saints' defeat, I can't imagine any other individual capable in doing such, and ironically, have the same name of he who's said to wield the Forbidden Gloves. That would better explain your earlier statement of him not being an average dude."

While listening to Fang's overblown speech, Trace takes a brief instance to analyze his person so he can figure out how to free himself from the seven almost-hairless beasts and commences faintly twitching both hands in preparation before resetting his focus on the haori-endowed gentleman as he asks with minimal interest showing, "And what about that... Is bothering you per se?" The Caucasian coughs harshly with his being starting to shake and is getting dizzy due to the large sum of blood loss and then solemnly says, "I'm actually... On a mission right now involving Dante... Given to me by the leader of the Trailblaze Organization... Hence why I'm pursuing him... My job is... To kill him."

Confusion overtakes Fang as the male with green strands of hair passively inquires, "Why then are we fighting each other? Shouldn't you be accomplishing your mission?"

Trace doesn't waste time answering while giving off a mischievous smile. "Other than the blatant attack... Of your hyenas on me in the first place..." He chuckles with enthusiasm arising as he musters his strength together. "Because you're a Saint and I'm a Trailblaze! You said it yourself, we're adversaries!" Once those words were spoken, the Shock Spellcaster swiftly shapes both hands into guns like he does when wishing to initiate the Shock Bullet Spell and raises his left arm upward to the height of his head as he aims his two jointed fingers at the hyena trapping that appendage by stretching his right arm forth so it can reach over the three beasts clinging on his torso, firing a shot within a split second he managed his objective. "Shock Bullet!"

Following that, the electrified projectile immediately strikes the hyena's abdomen, effortlessly piercing through it with blood spurting out, while Trace happily grins and thinks, "I knew it! They may be tough, but not like that human I fought who's susceptibility to my spells was really low!"

Afterwards, the afflicted hyena releases its clasp on Trace's arm as a pathetic howl radiates from the animal's mouth and quickly falls to the metal steps via a loud thud while continually bleeding amidst uncontrollable quivering from the hyena.

Meanwhile, Fang's awestruck by what occurred while taking a step forward with his right foot until desperately shouting, "What are you doing?!"

Trace bluntly retorts without diverting his concentration upon Fang as he's in the middle of changing his stance to point his left hand's index and middle fingers at the hyena gripping its jaw around his right elbow. "What does it look like?!" The aqua-eyed male shoots out another bullet that penetrates the hyena that's cost him the most amount of agony, resulting to it suffering the exact same fate as the first, while sternly answering his own question with his visible eye coldly set on the hakama-wearing adult. "I'm killing your damn mutts!" Trace hastily directs both hands under the two hyenas gnawing at his shoulders, having shifted his gaze to them, and launches a simultaneous Shock Bullet from each onto their midsection.

With that, the nearly-hairless duo are sent flying backwards after letting go of Trace's shoulders while their own distraught howl escape them prior to hitting the stairway in a relentless manner and even bounced atop of it for a couple of seconds as blood's flung around.

Fang, although still affected by the sight of his hyenas getting taken out one at a time, had his wits together enough to hurriedly stand sideways with his right foot remaining ahead in avoidance of the two Shock Bullets soaring at him following the recent impaling concerning two more hyenas, causing the electrical attacks to hit the metal not too far back, and sustains his eyes forth while beginning to get upset.

Having rid himself of already four pesky hyenas, Trace courageously goes for the hyena trapping his neck, knowing that this will probably the most life-threatening one to expose of since it could inadvertently rip off his throat during the recoil, via both hands now poised in an underhand stance and takes a deep breath as he thinks, "Here goes nothing! I've lived my life recklessly, so I wouldn't be too downed about dying recklessly!" The electricity rapidly accumulates at the tips of his stiffened fingers and is a mere instance away from shooting.

Not giving Trace the opportunity to kill any more of his hyenas, Fang fully faces the purple-haired young man as puts his right hand's thumb and middle finger inside his mouth to let out a high-pitch whistle.

Fortunately for the hyena that was about to be struck by Trace's Shock Bullets, it react to the whistle surprisingly fast, releasing the tight hold the animal had on the vest-wearing person and dropped to the metal terrain beneath it while narrowly skiving the duo spells that flew right over the hyena's head. After that, with the other two hyenas joining the one that finally let go of Trace's neck, all three balding beasts rush back to Fang.

Before his hyenas did that, Fang needed to respond to the two new Shock Bullets headed his way first after taking his fingers out of his mouth, which he did without breaking a sweat via his Speed Spell making him move so fast that the Animal Tamer simply became a blur for a moment to dodge them while creating the illusion of him seemingly not moving at all, as the pair of electrified projectiles crash onto the metallic steps several meters behind him like the previous two. Then, the red-eyed Spellcaster completely lowers his right hand to his side as his last three hyenas reach his location.

In the meantime, instead of taking the time to be astonished by the sudden recall of Fang's hyenas, Trace gently plants his right hand on his throat to caress it as he does his best to regain his bearing with his other limb dangling in front of him and checks out his damaged condition while mentally noting, "I think I lost anywhere between three or four pints of blood. That explains why I'm so lightheaded now, but thankfully the wounds aren't too big. If I wrap up this fight within five minutes, even though I'll have to use a lot of my magic, I should be alright." The arm padded lad brings his tired vision onto Fang and softly says to himself, "I'm sure lucky he chose to call them off when he did. It was fifty-fifty that I would have even survived shooting his annoying mutt off me without critical injuries."

Fang lifts his left hand to comb back the small quantity of hairs he owns with the three hyenas dryly giggling while staring at Trace in a crazed method as the Saints Organization affiliate maniacally zigzags his eyes around and frantically complains. "Oh, man! Four of my hyenas are dead! You just made me into a liar and God hates liars!" He gradually starts fidgeting without halting his combing as the three living hyenas giggle louder. "I initially said I was good at taking care of my hyenas, but then you went and contradicted me! This isn't good! I need to repent for such a grave sin, immediately!"

Trace becomes quite concerned, keeping his right hand covering his neck's wounds, and resumes his mental discussion with himself. "Well, that confirms at least that rumor I used to hear when I was younger. The Saints are extremists about their dedication to God, having been taught to never do anything that could bring shame or defiance." He glances at the beaten look-alikes lying along the steps as his thought process persists. "That's why most of them wear those masks, submitting to the whole world they're one entity, and will blindly follow whatever they're told, even if it means death." Trace establishes his gaze upon Fang once more while murmuring, "Their religious views seriously are borderline insane in my opinion."

Fang somehow overhears Trace's comment as he instantaneously zooms his focus on the purple-haired foe and detains his hand's brushing motion while continuing his rambling way of talking. "What did you say about our views?! Insane, you say?! If having the love of the most powerful existence in ALL existence is insane, then WHO would want to be sane?! WHO?!" The Asian-looking man snaps his elevated appendage down and righteously declares, "I certainly wouldn't! That leaves you as the SANE one among you and me, which isn't good at all! Your SANITY doesn't belong here!" Fang temporarily laughs hysterically prior to uttering in a sadistic tone, "My dying hyenas will help me banish your SANITY in addition to my living ones, so make your peace with God while you can!"

On cue with what their master blurted out, the downed hyenas unexpectedly commence to decay as if they're being drained of their life while only leaving their bones behind. Also, the three crazed-like animals stationed near Fang's legs disintegrate in the same manner.

Trace demonstrates a hint of disdain and speaks at a fair volume to be heard by his deranged enemy, "Shit, your personality was so different a minute ago. What kind of place makes someone like this out of worship for God? That's just wrong on too many levels." The battered young man switches his attention to the decayed corpses once belonging to the hyenas that he defeated while angrily yelling, "Especially that!"

Fang earnestly rebuttals with his fidgeting reaching a hazardous point because of him looking like he's having a seizure. "You're the one who's wrong!" His body soon starts mutating with some bits of light brown hair and spots overrunning it as his last few, living hyenas are now reduced to bone. Meanwhile, while gaining the same kind of claws, teeth his pets contained and partially fluffed tail that extends atop his rear, Fang says in a wheezing tone as he's getting quite scrawny around his stomach area with his head taking on the appearance of a hyena's, "I've been disciplined and you haven't! That's why your misconception is so severe!" The Wilde Family member laughs a little while his red eyes attain a black coloring and his upper torso grows in girth. "There's nothing wrong with me, nor what I did to my hyenas just now! Remember what I said about us mutually helping each other?! This is what I meant! We mutually help each other by me having to drain their life force to get my full power out!"

Trace's very enraged by Fang's words as white electricity generates again from him and harshly asks, "In what stupid reality would that be considered mutual, asshole?!"

Fang passionately shouts, having restrained his fidgeting, while an intense brown/green essence explodes out, "This one, of course! And once my Bestial Merging has finished, I'll help you come to terms with it!"

Trace snaps back with both his rage and magnificent surge of electricity radiating as he takes his hand off his neck. "Like hell I'd wait for that! Speed up and Shock Cloak: Full Variation!" The aqua-eyed gentleman vanishes before making his presence appear in front of Fang while in mid-motion of launching a left windmill kick that has static greatly expelling from it and directs the limb at the opponent's right cheek as he wholeheartedly declares, "Buster Shock!"

The kick lands, electrocuting the Animal Tamer for a moment, with Fang promptly sent flying to his left and smashes his head into the wall, easily causing the cement/brick structure to break apart a lot without crumbling though.

Trace puts his left foot down to face in the wall's direction, wincing a little due to his fatigued status, as he patiently examines Fang's impalement, which involves the hyena man's feet touching the floor while his arms are idly swinging below him and is in a bent forward position with only his head submerged. Not long after that, the purple-haired male sees light movement out of Fang and becomes a tad irritated. This is then followed by Trace concentrating his electricity at his index and middle fingers for both hands prior to aiming them toward the pinned adversary. "Shock Bullets!" Two electrified projectiles instantly blast out of Trace's fingers while making his arms cock backwards as they sadly miss the target due to an abrupt disappearance of Fang's being just when contact would have transpired and hit the wall.

Giving the former Trailblaze Organization personnel very little time to merely blink out of surprise since he briefly lost track of him, Fang hurls himself toward Trace and slyly remarks once the gap had almost entirely been vanquished between them, "You definitely have some spunk to try to attack me from behind! It's ironic how you judged me so much when you're at least five times worse!"

Refusing to verbally respond to what was recently spoken, Trace swiftly attempts a duo, open-palm strike upon Fang's face after moving both hands outward on opposing sides of him to gather momentum while electricity keeps flowing powerfully from the appendages.

Fang effortlessly caught both hands headed to his face by their wrist via his own hands, miraculously not suffering any obvious damage from touching the Caucasian's charged up body part, and evilly smiles at Trace with a dried giggle emanating. "You ever heard that what you're willing to do to your enemies, you're likely more willing to do to your friends!" The blackish/red-eyed individual releases a fake laugh. "Makes you think, doesn't it?! I could imagine you being like that, no problem!"

Trace grits his teeth as fury envelops his person. "Tsk!" He forcefully breaks free of Fang's clutches thanks to a fierce jerking of his entrapped limbs, draws them backwards and thrusts both hands onto the spotted Spellcaster's abdomen. "Double Buster Shock!" Trace's hands successfully land on Fang's midsection, sending a mass collection of electricity into the originally Asian-looking man, however to his total disappointment, none of it seems to scathe Fang at all while maniacally laughing. This leads to the vest-wearing lad to become concern and hastily shouts, "Not again! I'm fighting someone who's resistant to my electricity!"

Fang firmly nods after ceasing his laughter while psychotically staring into Trace's visible eye. "I certainly am, but I can't say it's all me! The Bestial Merging Spell instills one with every aspect of the animals used, and since I trained them to be tough like you saw earlier how they took your shocks, I've gained that in addition to my own skills!" He hurriedly pulls both hands above his head before hammering them down onto Trace's forearms.

Despite not being hurt by the random attack upon his arms because of his arm pads, Trace's extended limbs drop against his will thanks to Fang's might as the Shock Spellcaster couldn't help being awestruck while peering downward. A couple of seconds later, the purple-haired gentleman brings his focus back to Fang right when he's about to receive a right punch on his face. Trace acts well enough to the unprecedented strike by leaping backwards, however, is chased by the fist and has no choice other than lifting both arms over his face into a cross-arm block to blot the punch, which does the trick for the most part. As a result, the padded person soars back farther than he intended until ultimately passing across the metallic steps and travels over the empty space present that has an excessive drop. Seeing his precarious circumstance via a couple of glimpses at his surroundings, Trace notices the steps located on the other side, which are around two meters higher than those he was jettison from, while his momentum has already begun to slow down and in a very dangerous spot due to him only being at the halfway point as he experiences a falling sensation beginning to take hold.

With quick thinking though, the elevated young man swiftly navigates his hands forth to point their palms at the edge of the steps ahead of where Fang's now nonchalantly standing, his right fist having been lowered to the side so he can witness his opponent's literal downfall, and produces a great amount of sparks from them. "Electro Shock!" Both appendages immediately let out an incredibly fast, powerful, electrical stream that collides with the steps' edge as Trace's propelled all the way to the other side because of it and crashes his back onto the stairway while suffering a bit of pain in the process.

Utterly amazed by what happened, Fang slants his head to the right and vacantly mumbles in his continually wheezing voice, "God, almighty... What?"

Trace, having his right eye temporarily shut out of faint agony, lies on the metal steps in an uncomfortable way as he struggles to get his wits together and softly comments with a bland tone, "Improvising can save a person's life, huh?" The heavily wounded lad lifts his head off the stairs so he can look toward Fang while still talking to himself. "Telling me that and the fact my electricity could be used for creation too was really annoying, but turned out to be a big assist in the end, Dante."

*Start Of Flashback*

Going a few days back in time, Trace recalls a conversation between himself and Dante as the quintet were heading to Esdere while journeying over the same dirt road they traversed in the forest, but currently within a huge grassy terrain during a day-time setting. Originally, the sleeveless young man was keeping away from the others like he did previously, walking on the path's far left to continue his facade of not wanting to be a part of the group, however, was forced by Dante in interacting with him at the very least via the blonde suddenly hooking his left arm atop Trace's shoulders while basically running into the former foe. Extremely aggravated, Trace glares at Dante without detaining his steady progress on the road. "What the hell, Dante?!"

Dante cheerfully chuckles, maintaining his pace aligned with his friend, as he gives Trace a warm smile. "What's wrong?! You look gloomy all by your lonesome, Trace!" He tilts his head to the left, faintly nudging it against Trace's right cheek. "Don't be that way! Things would be much funner if you chat with us, dude!"

Trace tries to hold back the anger resonating in him and firmly rebuttals while doing his best to pull away. "Stop that!" The aqua-eyed individual adjusts his head lightly to get a better look of Dante as he asks in a serious voice, "And why are you using Sano's word? You never said DUDE before."

Dante retains his closeness to Trace, casually answering with no reduction of in his personality, "I'm improvising. Sometimes, people want to evolve from where they are or do something new. So, for them to do that, they pick up things they see or hear and use it to hopefully improve themselves. That's why they got the first six letters in common 'cause they're practically the same. Whenever improvement occurs, no one really knows how well it'll turn out. That's the funnest part. Still, improvising can save a person's life." The hoodie-wearing human closes his eyes with another smile taking form.

Trace coldly says in a groan with his visible eye intently analyzing Dante, "Nothing you just said made any sense whatsoever."

Sano interjects into the conversation from the right side, having Ilya and Yuki walking nearby him, after lifting his left hand skyward as his right hand gripped onto the strapped Ruyi Jingu Bang while showing a lot of enthusiasm. "I got it!"

Trace instantaneously draws his attention onto Sano and is fairly upset. "You would!"

Both Ilya and Yuki giggle at Trace's reaction while refraining from making any kind of comment with Sano seen dropping his raised arm in an easygoing personality.

Trace, even though he's a tad flustered, ignores the two dames' laughter as the purple-haired male reverts his focus to Dante with a vaguely calm demeanor, however, continues emitting a cold exterior. "Should you really be acting all buddy-buddy with me? I feel you're misunderstanding our relationship."

Dante opens his eyes to innocently blink without removing himself from Trace and replies in a mildly astonished method. "I didn't realize we were a couple."

A furious scowl arises prior to Trace shouting in a threatening tone while unintentionally narrowing the distance he attempted to make a moment ago, "That's not the only meaning for that word, dumb ass!"

Dante chuckles as he decides to take his left arm off Trace while putting both of his bare hands into his pockets and gives his companion roughly a meter of space. "I know. No need to be so sensitive about a tiny joke." The green-eyed Caucasian peers at the clear blue sky that the day has kindly permitted and leisurely sighs. "By the way, back to what you were fantasizing yesterday. Your magic sure is amazing. It can destroy and create with the right mindset applied. Zeus was seriously a frightening individual in that case." Dante's eyes widen a tad out of alarm. "Oops, mixed my info again."

Trace gawks at Dante with confusion brimming after barely cocking his head to the left. "What in the world are you talking about?" He then recalls his previous question, fixes his head's posture and yells in an annoyed tone, "Hey, don't go changing the subject to derail what I asked you!" Trace elevates his left hand to be poised over his chest for the purpose of pointing his index finger toward Dante. "Plus, respect my privacy and don't mention what I'm thinking! It's enough of a headache that you can read my thoughts, so be quiet!"

Dante neglects Trace's outburst while reverting his concentration toward the aqua-eyed gentleman and inquires with curiosity established on his person, "Can you really summon a bolt of electricity from the sky whenever you want?"

Trace, knowing the routine of Dante's avoidance real well by now, exhales profusely to restore his composition with his left hand lowered once again and right eye briefly shut until answering the blonde-haired lad in a solemn manner as eye contact between the two males happens. "Actually, no. My brother could though." The vest-endowed Spellcaster switched his focus forward to watch where he's going. "It was only for a little while he learned to do it before..." Trace trails off and drops his head while turning it to the left so Dante wouldn't see his face. "I'll likely never achieve that. I was the oldest, and yet, the weakest. For me, there was nothing Jace couldn't overcome. I'm just-" The arm pad-wearing individual takes account of what he's saying and who's he saying it to, resulting in him temporarily halting his speech, while getting extremely irritated as he glares at Dante with intimidation. "WHY AM I FREAKING TELLING YOU ALL THIS?!"

Dante reinstates his innocent attitude as he bluntly retorts. "Because we're friends, obviously." He simply smiles with sincerity forming.

Trace scoffs while easing down his irritation with a scrutinizing expression. "You're definitely misunderstanding our relationship."

Dante's demeanor maintains itself and contentedly says, "I'm confident you'll keep improving as long as you don't lose hope in yourself. After all, with what your magic is capable of, I know that anyone who fights you will get their ass handed to them... Besides me."

Trace rolls his right eye to the left, not really buying into Dante's statement, as the purple-haired person questions intriguingly, "Returning to what you said, aside making fire, how does my electricity create?"

Dante responds with his vision set on the sky again while pulling both hands out of his pockets to have them ascend outward. "Think about it. What happens when lightning strikes sand? It solidifies it, right? That works for a whole bunch of other things too, and when it comes straight down to it, electricity can do that with more effort needed."

Trace shrugs as the interest he had commences to deteriorate. "So what? Unless I'm in a proper setting to do that, it's pointless. Anyway, why would I want to create something tedious in battle when my electricity fairs by itself really well?"

Dante keeps his hands poised above, having his eyes look at Trace out of their left corner, and rebuttals in a laid-back way. "However, that will solely get you so far. Diversity really helps for different sorts of opponents." The blonde veers his attention back to his elevated appendages while gesturing them to demonstrate a compacting motion with his fingers twitching a little. "Now, the entire PROPER SETTING issue you believe that you would have is actually nonexistent. You'd be flabbergasted at what you can draw out from the air and make whatever you want." Dante drops both hands to his sides as he locks eyes with Trace. "Your imagination alone will be what limits that, so don't be so narrow-minded." The extraordinary human gently laughs.

*End Of Flashback*

Trace groggily plants his right hand atop a metal step's surface, using it to balance himself after contorting his being forth, and had managed to position his feet beneath him so he could start getting up while consumed by excruciating pain. As he does that, the bleeding Caucasian mutters with a weary state exhibited while his left hand firmly holds his neck to minimize the blood loss, "Ugh... I hate myself right now... Truthfully, taking advice from Dante was something I would have never guessed I'd do... And to do it twice brings me to shame..." Trace stands upright, carefully detaching his left hand from his bloodied neck at the same time he takes his right hand off the stairs, and completely faces Fang with his arms stationed at opposite sides. "Well, that's something I'll just have to get over. I'd rather be ashamed than dead."

Fang, not able to hear what Trace's uttering, releases yet another dry giggle with excitement plaguing him. "Bravo! That was some admirable, death-defying action there!" A sinister grin suddenly creeps out. "Now, what's next?! Will you continue on fighting or will you run away?! Hmm?!"

Electricity fluctuates throughout Trace as a nice amount gathers at his right hand and takes the shape of five, isosceles triangle, Sorcerer Daggers thanks to deriving numerous particles from the air to make its blades similar to metal while they're neatly held by the appendage's fingers. In the meantime, the tattered gentleman speaks in a tenacious method without averting his visible eye. "Such an idiotic question! Does it look like I'll run?!" Trace swiftly navigates his right arm backwards during the final moments of the daggers forming and then tosses all five at Fang with great precision while allowing each sufficient spacing to advance toward the Animal Tamer's front from different angles as he let out a courageous cry.

Fang sees the sparking daggers hurl at him with no worry present while arrogantly talking. "What's that?! Is that your last ditch effort coming at me?! I'm not impressed!" The hyena man doesn't even consider utilizing his Speed Spell as his current self's abilities have far surpassed it and effortlessly parries every dagger onto a separate direction via insanely fast swipes from both hands that were basically invisible. Having done that, Fang ferociously growls, regaining his crazed-like behavior that he brought out at the conclusion of his Bestial Merging's transformation, and bends forward again with both arms partially extended at Trace, unaffected by the momentary collisions his limbs experienced involving the electrical-based daggers. "May God have mercy on your SANE soul!"

Trace doesn't pay mind to Fang's declaration since he's more focused on the positioning of the deflected Sorcerer Daggers while having his left hand rapidly create five more bladed weapons from the air's particles prior to throwing them like he did the first five.

Fang shakes his head in disappointment. "Again?! Perhaps you aren't so SANE and more like an IMBECILE!" The barely furry male deflects the second batch of daggers as easily as he accomplished ten seconds ago with his ego climbing.

Trace notices how all ten daggers are floating, evenly lined-up to contain five on Fang's left and the rest upon his right, with a determined smirk slowly displayed. He hurriedly aims his left hand like a gun after facing toward where the closest dagger's gradually descending, which is at his upper left, while mounting his right hand on the crook of his elbow without caring that some blood will get on his palm and promptly yells, "Shock Bullet!" The bullet instantly shoots as usual, flying straight into the lone Sorcerer Dagger and is absorbed into it without any resistance.

Fang almost misses that occurrence while quite dumbfounded until being engulfed by overwhelming fear due to abruptly noting a fast shine emanate from the weapon before the Shock Bullet expelled out to rapidly soar onto the next dagger in a blink of an eye. After that, the second dagger does the exact same thing and sends the electric projectile to the next one. This process repeats countless times during an absurd sum of time since the ten daggers are able to stay airborne thanks to the powerful impact provided by Trace's spell, not permitting them to drop at all, with Fang soon losing track of the Shock Bullet as he worryingly shouts, "What's the meaning of this?!"

Trace releases his right hand's grip on his left arm, directing the now available appendage upon his waist, as he aims his left hand toward Fang's upper left and confidently answers. "That."

Fang shifts his concentration to what Trace's pointing at while baffled to witness a dagger that currently is facing in his vicinity followed by the Shock Bullet immediately shooting out as it doesn't take even a second to pierce through his left eye, forcing a horrid howl from the Wilde Family member.

Trace lowers his left hand with a slightly stunned look, his Sorcerer Daggers having quickly vanished instead of falling down the long drop below since the attack succeeded, and faintly mumbles, "Alright... I hope that doesn't turn out to be a bad omen."

Fang frantically places both hands on his recently afflicted eye, trying everything he could to keep the blood it commenced to spill at bay, as he gasps several times in amidst a mental breakdown that instantly took over with most of his attention on his injury. "No! Another sin has been committed! How could I let such an unholy foe hurt me?!" He unexpectedly gets dizzy with his legs buckling and steers his presently blurry vision onto Trace while incredibly angered. "I'll get you for this! I've never sinned so much! I don't want to lose God's love!" His black/red eye rolls to the back of his head as he struggles to keep his rant going and stutters a bit. "I-I w-will... Not b-be condemned... T-To that a-awful... Fate..." Fang's hands slide off his bleeding eye while dropping to his knees with his head down, revealing that Trace's Shock Bullet penetrated even the back of the Asian's head and had hit the wall behind him. Afterwards, because of the stairways' angle, the haori-wearing individual keels over to his left side, and in this posture, Fang's life ends as his face is resting against the metal steps with blood still seeping out.

Trace sighs out of both relief and agitation, sustaining his focus on the deceased adversary, as he murmurs in exhaustion, "Hooray for one-hit-kills. Though I did land at least two other blows, that was the only one that worked and fortunately got me the win." The Shock Spellcaster suddenly falls backwards, landing on the metal alloyed via a vicious thud and rests on the floor with his visible eye shut while his arms are stretched out to opposing sides. "Now, I'll simply have myself a small nap to recuperate." Trace then loudly yawns. "After that, back to... Ugh... Whatchamacallit... Dante..." He passes out with his head lightly slanted back.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...