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"What kind of names are these?" Alten questioned in confusion, "Yaltan Wind sounds like some sort of national natural disaster or something."

Rylan quickly answered, "Well... they didn\'t choose the name themselves. These nicknames were given to them by the kids. It\'s what they are most memorable for I guess."

Hearing this, Alten was slightly taken aback by a sudden realization, "Most memorable? Yaltan... Wind?" Hearing this, a sudden puzzle seemed to meet in his mind, that he was confused about for quite a while earlier.

"Arrgh! Everyone be quiet!" Ked suddenly stepped forward, his tone angry and even a bit frustrated.

As he looked around at everyone in the crowd, the intrigued faces of the random onlookers, and the worried yet eager faces of the stronger groups, the thought about the best course of action to get done what he needed to get done.

\'Bastards! Of course, they just had to run here! Now the big dogs are here... fine. If they want to fight, we will fight. There\'s no point in hiding what we do anyways, everyone already knows it at this point.\' He thought to himself, \'Before I was just going to let them go... but after today, I will eliminate them and take all of their cores as well. That\'s what they get for being such annoying fucks!" He finally began to shout out to the crowd.

"Listen up! What\'s going to happen here is simple!"

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*Stomp stomp*

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(Author Note: ---- Means something that is being heard from a distance.)

Everyone raised their heads and faced Kedward as he began to speak, "These two weaklings here will hand over 500 points worth of cores to me, yes! A representative of the Deck group! If they don\'t they get eliminated. If anyone wants to interfere, you will be dealing with the entire Deck group!"

As he shouted this and looked around, for a moment there was only silence from the crowd. Even the strong groups didn\'t speak up, since what they wanted was a confrontation, not an all-out brawl. That would be stupid, as many of their teammates had a chance of being eliminated.

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*Stomp stomp stomp*

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Hearing no objections, a smile appeared on Ked\'s face as he approached Alten and Rylan, "Alten Apollon! Do you want to be eliminated, or do you wish to give over the cores!?" He shouted, getting right in front of Alten\'s face as he grabbed his hair.

Alten slightly exclaimed in pain as he looked down, not knowing what to do, \'I can\'t... I can\'t betray my group and make them all fail!\' He thought to himself as gasps reverberated from the crowd.

*Stomp stomp stomp!!*

"Huhhh? Eliminated?" A sudden voice rang from outside of the crowd as multiple loud stomps made people scurry, creating a path for something to enter the group.

The loud ostrich stomps ceased, as Lyrian jumped off of Rird\'s back and slowly walked into the group circle. Everyone\'s attention was quickly drawn to him. Immediately, a serious expression washed over his face as he saw what was happening inside.I think you should take a look at

Hearing this voice, Alten looked up, his teary eyes regaining some color as he saw Lyrian.

Lyrian paused after getting inside the crowd. He looked around, surveying the area to try and see what the context was behind the situation. But all it led to was an angry expression, as his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze met Kedwards with intense killing intent.

"What the hell is going on here?" He quietly said as small whispers began ringing from the silent crowd.

Kedward let go of Alten\'s hair and faced Lyrian who was about five feet away, "What? What the hell are yo--" Kedward was cut off as a clenched fist suddenly dug into his skull, causing his to nearly pop out of their sockets. The impact was sickeningly brutal, the sound of bones shattering and flesh tearing filled the air. A sickening crunch echoed as Kedward\'s nose was obliterated, sending blood gushing out like a grotesque fountain.

The force of the blow caused Kedward\'s head to whip back violently, nearly snapping his neck with a sickening split. He slightly exclaimed in pain before being abruptly cut short as his jaw dislocated, hanging limply from his face.

With blood spraying in all directions, Kedward\'s limp body fell backward before thumping onto the ground. His eyes were wide open, full of shock and pain, while not being able to exclaim those feelings.

Some from the crowd gasped in horror, their faces pale and filled with shock. Lyrian stood there, his hand still coated in Kedward\'s blood, his chest heaving with anger and fury.

Alten and Rylan stared in disbelief at the gruesome scene before them.

Silence engulfed the area, broken only by Lyrian looking up from Kedward\'s dislodged body.

"You alright?" He asked Alten, who quickly broke out of his shocked trance and answered.

"Yeah! Im good... thanks. I nearly got eliminated there." A smile formed on his face, knowing that Lyrian was back.

Lyrian whipped his hand in the air a few times to clear the blood, "Care to explain? Why was this guy threatening you?"

As they talked, the silent crowd and the stronger groups could only look on in awe and shock. Even the nonchalant-faced kids couldn\'t help but widen their eyes at what they had just seen.

One of the Dark Horse group members whispered amongst themselves, "Did he just one-shot Kedward?"

"What... a monster. Who is that guy?" Another said, shocked.

Those from the White Knights were equally as shocked. As everyone stayed slightly silent in the commotion of pure perplexion, Kedward started to move once again.

He slowly got back up onto his feet, as Lyrian turned to face him, now equipped with the context behind the situation. "I thought this was going to be a fun last few days..." He said, readying to fight as a killing intent also exuded from the boy in front of him.

Kedward threw his head back, clearing his long white hair--now drenched in blood--from his face as he held his jaw with both hands and logged it back into place.

With a white aura enchanting his hands, most of the larger injuries seemed to heal as he hovered his hand over his face. "I don\'t know who you are..." He began to speak before spitting out a lump of blood, meat, teeth, and bones.

"But you messed with the wrong card." He tore his white tunic off, revealing the symbol of a jack of spades from a deck of cards.