Jane was not discouraged whatsoever her shot seemed to do nothing but annoy Trace. In fact, she simply shot at him more, emptying her revolver of the rest of her bullets. Each one met their target, only to harmless hit him and fall to the ground. "This isn't working." She realized, reloading her weapon, thinking about what to do. It hit her in no time at all, causing a grin to form. "Alright, you shithead. If shooting you with a gun won't work-" She reached down to her hip, swatting away her poncho and pulling out the only thing she could think of. "I'll shoot you with TWO guns!" With a second revolver in hand, she opened fire. Again, each and every one of her bullet hit true. Again, each and every one did nothing. While her face became redder with obvious anger, Jane simply threw one of the guns into the air, rapidly reloading the other one with her now free hand. Once the first gun came down, she grabbed it without even a glance and repeated the process with the other gun. In fact, during all of this, her eyes never wandered from Trace, knowing full well that to look away from the enemy was to lose.<br/><br/>Trace smirked, at no one in particular, as splotches of black appeared on his person each time a bullet got close, easily blocking them. "Pathetic. If a gun isn't fast enough, then it's worthless, don't you agree?"  He asked, holding out his clawed arm, a piece of black stone shooting out from it slamming into Jane's shoulder, causing her to stumble back and let out a loud curse. "Or maybe worthless bullets who can break through is the problem here?" He wondered out loud, paying Silver no mind as he grabbed Alan and dragged him off, through he did notice Alan's hand move, just a little. He of course noticed that the oddly-named boy was dodging blades that were flying through the air, which made a realization hit him. He turned his head to look behind him, seeing that Alex was attacking him. He let out a small chuckle at this<br/><br/>"Oh, and here I thought some pesky bugs were biting me on the back." He placed his hand on his neck, moving it up to pull up his hair, revealing the back of his neck was totally covered in the black stone, which should have been enough to clue Alex off about why his blades weren't doing anything. "But I see now it's only a single, particularly large and<span style="font-style: italic">ugly</span>bug." He continued, turning around, knowing Jane was no threat as long as his back was fully armored.  "Have you noticed your face is<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>kinds of fucked?" He asked, tracing a cross over his face with his non-armored hand, having stabbed his blade into the ground. As he talked, the courier continued to shoot at him, each of his blade being blocked by the black stone, which seemed to rapidly form on his body without any need for Trace to guide him. "Don't worry through, I'll make the rest of you ma-"<br/><br/>He was suddenly cut off by Garret breaking into an angry tirade. He listened and watched, giving an curious look as the ground around Garret begun to shift and float. An impressive display, if nothing else, but Trace didn't find himself easily impressed. When Alex tried to strike him again, Trace ignored it, letting his seemingly automated defenses handle it, too focused on Garret. When the monster hunter paused to move into an attack position, Trace answered his claims and accusations. He answered with the only answer he could truly find in his heart to give.<br/><br/>"Blah-blah-blah." He rolled his eyes, stretching out his clawed arm to the side. "No, you come on, you loud mouth shit-eating hypocrite." He retorted, getting ONE thing out of Garret's rant. They didn't know. Trace broke out into laughter, the full realization coming to him. Before he could could continue, however, Garret came at him, flying at him. "TRY ME!" He yelled out, swinging with his clawed arm. Before he could hit, however, he suddenly froze up. He let out a loud cry in pain, as something hit him. His entire body felt like it was on fire, like a thousand swords were stabbing his entire body a thousand times. A truly horrendous feeling, but not a new one to him. He gritted hie teeth as Garret got a hit in, causing a deep gash. After Trace regained control of his body, he moved his normal hand down the wound, covering it in blood. He brought the bloody hand up to his eyes, staring at it. With a quick motion, he flicked the blood off, giving Garret an odd look. He looked bored, yet angry at the same time. Stranger even still, he simply turned around, like he was no longer interested.<br/><br/>"Good." He said, seeing...well, not exactly what he expected. He had expected Silver and Jane to be on the ground, dead or in the same pain he was. But they seemed perfectly fine "Gotten better at controlling it? I suppose it IS better to just kill who you want than everybody around, isn't it?" Trace asked, clicking his tongue and turning to his side, looking at Garret, suddenly feeling a heavy pressure on himself. He ignored it, however. "Hey, shit-eater. If I, somebody who has never taken a life, am "a rotten pile of shit just like any other murderer", then tell me...what the hell is he?" He asked, pointing forwards and returning his attention to what he had mostly expected.<br/><br/>Alan was standing up, having broken away from Silver's pull. He was shaking, like he was struggling to stand, and he was looking towards the ground, like he always was. However, something seemed<span style="font-style: italic">off.</span><br/><br/>"How many was it again, Alan?" Trace yelled, a serious look now on his face, a look of complete and utter disgust and contempt. "Five? No, it was six, wasn't it? It wasn't even six, it was seven. SEVEN FUCKING PEOPLE, THAT'S HOW MANY THIS<span style="font-style: italic">FREAK</span>HAS KILLED. AND YOU THINK I'M ANY WHERE<span style="font-style: italic">NEAR</span>COMPARABLE? I'm not normally a violent person, really, but now that I think about it? JUST FOR THAT, AFTER I'M DONE WITH ALAN, I'M GOING TO WIPE YOU FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH, YOU GOT THAT?" Trace roared. Though his message was obviously directed at Garret, he remained glaring at Alan, his body shaking from pure anger. "But not before I take care of YOU. You freak, you MONSTER. Damn it, Alan,<span style="font-style: italic">ANSWER ME!</span>"<br/><br/>At this, Alan finally looked up. He met Trace's glare, with orbs of dark purple, glowing with some sort of energy. He moved forward, but not with effort, as he raised up his hand, one of Alex's blade clutched in it. The boy blinked, tightly gripping the blade, blood dripping form his hand. He raised his other hand up, lightly touching the hole in his shirt, the wound now fully healed up by Silver. That arm dropped, as he stepped forward again, this time a bit more easily. He opened up his mouth like he was going to say something, before suddenly closing it, his heads and arms slumping downward.<br/><br/>"The hell is with that kid?" Jane muttered, having fallen to the ground after Trace had got her. She had remained not out of weakness, but out of finding it a better way to look for an opening. If he had thought she was out, he wouldn't have paid attention to him. Now, through? She was moving out of the way, having a feeling that standing in between the two would have been incredibly bad for her health.<br/><br/>Alan suddenly jerked his head back up, his still glowing eyes going wide. Once again, his mouth opened, but instead of any words, something else came out. A primal scream, full of anger, far louder than the boy's small body seemed capable of. It seemed to die down, only for the boy to gain a second wind, the screaming even louder than before. For a few second, there was a purple glow around all of his body, focused on the arms and the legs, but that quickly fades away. Finally, he was able to force out some words.<br/><br/>"If It's you...IF IT'S YOU, TRACE, THEN I'M GONNA MAKE IT EIGHT PEOPLE." With that, he broke into a run, holding out the blade and he moved towards Trace.<br/><br/>"Like fucking HELL YOU'RE GOING TO, FREAK." Trace pulled his sword out of the ground, and broke into a run of his own. The two blades soon clashed, sparks flying off of them, as the two boys got into each other's face, simply screaming at eachother. The broke off from the clash, Trace jumping back. "Hey, Alan, you like my Nuke?" Trace asked, some black stone forming in the air and swirling around him. "I got it 'specially for you." He explained, making sure to put in as much mockery in his tone as possible.<br/><br/>"Can you shut the FUCK up?" Alan growled back at him, before seeing something that put a smile on his face. "Besides, while I didn't get them for you, I have two things<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>don't." He proclaimed, his breathing heavy. He wasn't quite sure how long he could last, which made what he saw a welcomed sight.<br/><br/>"Now, what exactly do you have?" Trace asked, obvious annoyance in his voice. The pressure on him felt even heavier than before, and he was in so much pain a weaker person would have died. But he was fighting through it, and he wasn't going to let the freak beat him with it.<br/><br/>"Their names are Garret and Alex."<br/><br/>It was than the spear came down on Trace's shoulder, and the blade flew and pierced his unarmored arm.