A lot of the top fighters from other schools, the ones that essentially made the rules in their school, had nicknames for themselves. Some were based on their personality, their looks or their strength. As for Killer, he had decided his name due to his skillful use of weapons, he decided to spread his own nickname ‘Killer’. It made sense, if one was using deadly weapons that could kill, then he wanted a name that would strike fear in those he faced, because when he pulled out his weapon, they would believe that there was a chance his name meant that he was a real killer. One wouldn't put it past a student in a tier-4, there were plenty that had done so before, but for Austin, he could see through this. He could see through his fancy tricks with a blade. If one really had been in a life or death battle, they wouldn’t bother showing off, spinning the weapon, and holding it so loosely in his hand. “I understand.” Austin said, walking over. His hands weren’t even raised to protect him

Gary had scooted over a bit, working closer to Elijah and Earny. Although he had great hearing and could usually hear from a great distance, with all the banging from the pickaxes and heavy machinery, it was hard to concentrate on just a single area of noise.The question he was interested in was just who was behind all of these factories. “It depends what you're asking.” Earny said, as he continued to hammer away. “If it's who we are working for, or who owns these factories. You see this city was even worse off when it was before the factories. It was essentially one big dump site. “We were a tier-5, and if you have ever been to those sorts of places, you know what they're like.” Gary hadn’t but he heard the rumours. They were essentially the country's tips. All sorts of broken cars, materials, anything that wasn’t wanted would go to these cities and that included people. “Still, just like every place, we had those that ran the place. A gang that called themselves the Scavengers.

Two of the five gang members went to the living quarters in the factory, while the other three kept watch on those outside. They were keeping a close eye for two reasons: to see if anyone would suddenly act out or run away, or if anyone looked suspicious.'Shit, shit, shit!' Gary thought in his head, while his face on the outside was cool as a cucumber. 'They're having this inspection because of me. They realised that the amount of crystals they were getting were less.'What type of advanced technology are they using in those machines? The damn factory can't afford to install cameras but they can do that.'It made Gary realise that the equipment must be from the backers, rather than the gang itself, and perhaps only the outer shell of the factory belonged to the gang known as the scavengers.'It will be okay, right? They said that it could all just be a coincidence, so if they don't find anything, then that means it's going to be alright.'Inside the living area, the three scavenger m

The lightning fast whip had been caught in Gary’s hand. When Dazza would use the weapon, the others couldn't even see the end of it, only hearing the loud noise that would come after. Which made them wonder, how was Gary able to keep track of it, and how could he be so fearless to grab it. “Hey, do you think you could do something like that?” “Not even if I had a full stomach do I think I could do something like that.” “Is Earny okay though, I think I saw blood.”“We might have to worry about a lot more than just Earny, just what does the green haired kid think he’s going to do, he caught the whip, now what?”Dazza attempted to pull the whip out of Gary’s hand, but his grip was so tight that he was unable to do anything. Feeling such strength, there was a small bead of sweat coming from Dazza’s forehead, and it wasn’t from him overworking himself with the whip from before. “What are you doing? Dazza asked, his voice not as angry as it was from before. “We still have nine whips lef

At first Herbert had smiled at Killer thinking that this was some type of joke, but Killer was acting awfully sheepishly since he had arrived, and it was even hard for him to maintain eye contact. ‘What the hell happened to this kid, he was my golden goose!’ Herbert thought. ‘He had this perfect wild side to him that would allow him to do anything. A strange confidence as if he could take on the world, and now look at him. ‘He’s even more shook up than when he lost to that shadow fighter. It took me a while to teach him the skills and bring his confidence back up, and now it’s been shattered again.’ Turning to look at Austin, he could see he was well built for his age. Although he was a young teen about to become an adult, he already had the body of a well established adult that had been working out for at least ten years. Herbert knew that a body wasn't everything though. There were plenty of big guys that looked good and would lose in the fight. “Well, if you're all I've got, t