Hashieda Hachi:<br/><br/>Time Frame: roughly 3 days after Mira and Jareth’s battle<br/><br/>Hachi was working on a car that one of his neighbors had dropped off due to some issues with the anti-gravity engine. He was halfway  buried in the machine when the phone rang. He pulled himself out muttering a few curses having hit his head when he came out too fast. He walked over to the phone wiping the oil off himself as he picked up the phone “Hello?” he quietly listened to the representative on the other end “Alright I understand” He then hung up the phone.<br/><br/>A few hours saw him at the MBF arena with his Aurius. The Massive MW floating towards the hanger exit onto the stage.  His opponent was a bit of a smaller machine at least in comparison. The two faced off  as over the NETCOM the opponent  called “Hey there ya ready to get this over with?” He wasn’t arrogant sounding but he definitely seemed confident. Hachi chuckled in response “Ready when you are I suppose” he sounded laid back as ever. The opposing machine opened fire. The Aurius took a few of these shots to its thick armor. The Large machine sped forwards opening fire with the two auto cannons on its shoulders. The smaller machine was able to dodge them.<br/>Hachi laughed a bit on the inside of his machine as he watched the other guy scramble for it.  The smaller machine popped out of its hiding place and fired again at the Aurius but it was ready and flew up avoiding the shots this time. “Hey not bad not bad at all” Hachi commented over the NETCOM. To be honest Hachi didn’t catch this guy’s name or his machines name. If he didn’t meet someone in person before or after a match from this day on he wouldn’t really care.  The other didn’t respond. He was annoyed by the fact that Hachi seemed to be making fun of him.  Soon he pulled out a rocket launcher and fired a few shots at Hachi. This startled him a bit as he was able to dodge most of them but still took a few hits. “So you want to play this game huh?”  A compartment on the front of the Aurius opened up launching about 18 missiles towards the small machine in retaliation for the rockets. The smaller machine ‘s pilot was startled by this and tried to move but the hail of projectiles was hard to avoid. He lost one arm and took some heavy damage to the legs.<br/>“Damn you….” Was stated over the NETCOM as Hachi smiled lightly to himself quite pleased with his work. Now that his enemy was slowed down considerably he flew in to use his auto cannons to finish the match.  Hachi was rather surprised that the match could end so swiftly but he was thrown for a loop when the machine was able to avoid his attack and retaliated. This was definitely interesting indeed.  The other mech moved as swiftly as it could to hide.  Hachi pursued not allowing that to happen. This match had been decided the moment the missiles scored their damage. The auto cannons did indeed make quick work of the legs and arm of the enemy finishing out the match.<br/><br/>Illyria: at some midpoint between the match of Hachi and Montressor<br/><br/>Illyria stood in the garden of her manor watering the plants and enjoying the afternoon sun. She was humming a soft tune to the beautiful plants before her.  She may be somewhat  socially awkward but she was definitely somewhat emotional around her plants. She was interrupted when her cell phone rang.  She pulled out the phone and listened. She was quick to confirm and was off as soon as she finished her gardening.<br/>The Shiro No Tsurugi was a machine that was quick and cold much as its name implied. Its pilot not one for idle chatter nor for long matches. She exited the hanger and was in the arena in a matter of minutes. Her opponent was in a machine designed for close quarters as well. It held in its hand a pronged lance almost triton like. The enemy was also somewhat lighter armored. This was more than likely a duel of blades which was Illyria’s favorite kind.<br/>The two machines rushed each other and locked blow for blow of their weapons.  The two had been rivals in bladed weaponry for at least one season now. This man was known as Marik van Altre he had learned some time ago that the woman before him didn’t particularly speak so he didn’t concern himself with the NETCOM with her.  The two continued to hack and slash as though it were an old fashioned duel of course at this range either could fire one of their few ranged weapons but that didn’t suit the taste of the battle between them. Of course they weren’t standing still that would just be dull.<br/><br/>In the end However Illyria’s dance of the blade was the victorious one. She left without another word.<br/>