EVERNA Arcel Raine's
Deborah Wren

Unlike his attitude after the first and second steps, this time Brian stepped closer to Arcel. Maybe he was curious how the final result of the third move was, was the opponent finally killed or just fainted?

As he neared, Brian was surprised to see Arcel slowly getting up and about to stand up. Though the body of the redhead trembled like a great shock and he could collapse at any moment.

With blood filling his face, Arcel forced a smile, making him look creepy. “It turns out... I'm still... alive... after receiving...the third step. Please.keep your promise... Brian Storm.”

The blue face was fixated for a moment, about to digest this reality before his eyes. Arcel Raine used the rest of his true energy just to defend himself, and perhaps for a single counterattack. But with that seasonal energy, he managed to survive the three judges. Is Arcel not human?

Rather than protractedly thinking of something that was not necessarily beneficial, Brian Storm sighed and turned the other way, turning his back on Arcel. “Good. You and that green haired girl are free to go.”

Brian Storm's words triggered not Arcel's reaction, but someone else's. That person was the girl with green hair who darted very fast like flying, then smeared Arcel's body which began to dim.

The action was awe Brian. “Wah, it turns out that you are very powerful, Miss.”.

“Hewitt, Chloe Hewitt,” replied the green-haired girl. From his speech, it seemed that he was not from the same country as Brian. “Thank you for your generosity, Brian Storm. I'll report this to my boss and we'll probably meet again.”

Brian Storm is flinched. “Wait, Chloe. Who's your boss?”

“It's confidential. Maybe you'll understand at our next meeting. In the meantime, practice harder and take care of the injury on your wrist. We pamit.”

Before Brian could ask further, Chloe had taken Arcel Raine away, running away into the hallway like a ninja.

“Do we go after them, Boss?” ask the bald-faced, full-tattooed, thug commander.

“Do not!” hardik Brian's. “Daar stupid, didn't you realize that from the start? The bum and the office girl were no ordinary people! Didn't you see the members of your squad lying in that alley over there?” He pointed towards the narrow alley where Arcel trapped and toppled dozens of thugs.

“I-iya, sorry Boss.” The bald man receded.

Brian just sighed and did not punish the commander. Naturally the thugs who are ordinary humans lose to Arcel, Chloe or both.

“If they are not ordinary warriors, then who are they?” brian murmured while holding his right wrist and grimaced, enduring the pain.

\==oOo==

Within an hour of fighting Arcel, Brian Storm returned, returning home to his home in District Twelve. He heard the sounds of whipping in the training room and smiled.

Brian stepped up and stopped in the doorway of the unclosed room and watched a woman practicing there. The dark brown woman from the Ubanga-Myriath race and the crib-haired was moving there and there with great agility whipping her weapon, the three-pointed whip.

Every now and then, the woman screeched her big whip in one direction and smashed one target watermelon without any of the three ends of the whip missing.

Fortunately Brian was used enough to know, do not enter the training room when someone is practicing, so that his body should not be torn apart by the ferocious blisters of the whip earlier. Satisfied with what he thought was that casual and routine spectacle, Brian left the practice room and flopped down on the cushioned sofa in the living room.

Shortly after, the woman who practiced the whip came before Brian Storm. From the appearance of only wearing sepusar button jerseys and pants that are very short and thinner than hot pants, it is clear that the woman is the owner of the house where Brian lives. He was sweating a lot, a sign that he had just finished a fairly intense exercise.

“Ah, Debbie. I am happy to see you awake when I come home,” said Brian, not forgetting to sing a gentle smile on the sidelines of his sagging facial expression due to fatigue, also grimacing due to injury.

“And I'm glad to see your more cheerful face than usual,” respond to that woman named Debora Wren. “Did our gang get a lot of loot tonight?”

Brian shook his head. “Not really. In terms of results, it was a normal night. What makes it different is that I meet interesting and wonderful people.”

Both of Deborah's purple eyes widened. “Wah, really?” exclaim that woman. “Tell me.”

So Brian tells about his fight against a bare-chested and strange-looking tramp named Arcel Raine. Arcel fought with recklessness and minimal inner strength to save a green-haired girl. The girl was named Chloe Hewitt and she was also very powerful.

“When I was about to leave, Chloe said that I would see them again soon. Does that mean they will also participate in the International Martial Arts Tournament, MAUL?” ask Brian.

“Most likely yes, if indeed they are as tight as you mentioned,” replied Debora while sitting on Brian's lap and stroking gently his lover's chin. “And I'm sure it is true, they will respect you thanks to your wise actions, which is to release them both.”

“Haha, that's because they've been keeping me entertained, counting up yesterday was a good match practice for the tournament. I was encouraged to train even harder. If my opponents will average as strong as them or stronger, I must exert strength, speed, technique and persistence that surpasses them all

Debora kissed Brian's lips gently, then said, “If we ally with them, let alone recruit them in our team, it will be beneficial for our martial party, Storm Harbingers. Thus, we will get a greater chance to win later.”

He stood up and twisted flirtatiously. Deborah's tone of voice was also spoiled. “Well, now take me to the room. There, I'll give you a comfortable massage.plus a little extra.”.

As if getting extra spirit intake, Brian wakes up while carrying his girlfriend, Debora. Whether they were husband and wife or not, the couple continued to head to the next event in the early hours of the morning.