OoC: Well... because I'm bored... and fail at lfie, I'm gonna join this battle as I was asked to. ^_^

BiC: The dark clad man and the mage stared at each other for a moment. "No. Goddamn. Way." Each word was clear, concise and specific. There was absolutely no way this would work. Of that he was completely certain. In fact, they both were, however, it had been left by Zorlo for them to do this... so they didn't have much of a choice. After all, you didn't respect someone’s wishes if you didn't do as you were asked.

"I know... it sucks," the Quincy stated as he crossed his arms and looked at the slightly shorter Replicator. "Still, we have to fight against these assistants of ours in order to keep Z's dream alive. If he didn't want us to fight, he wouldn't have left us strict orders to fight against these guys."

"Do we even know who the hell we're fighting?" Zachary protested as he narrowed his eyes at Monroe.

The dark clad man simply shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms. "All I know is that two of the guys were at Z's wedding, and the third guy I met once before. Back before I became a Quincy."

"And... that tells me nothing. So it’s just three enemies?"

"Three confirmed foes. Although because Z was slick, he hid the notes of the other two TAs so we couldn't have an edge. But, aside from just the three that are already there, there are said to be others. Apparently our other foes must not be too powerful, since Z didn't include who they were."

"Leave it to Z to leave us guessing. Damn bastard," the white haired boy stated as he stretched the fingers of his left hand out and then crossed his arms. "Still... I don't like this... if he planned to have us do something this stupid, why not at least tell us."

"Well, Zach, it isn't much of a test if he, ya know, TELLS US!" Monroe responded snidely as he looked at the door that he had been told to pass through. "Anyway, on the other side of this door is the battle ground. Why not head through."

"No. Chance. In. Hell!" Zachary stated as he looked at Monroe. "You and I are about as likely to work together as you and 'denza being best friends. Some things just don't work."

"Well then, you relinquish your position as a teacher. Get the hell out!"

The ice mage scoffed at this and looked at Monroe disdainfully. "Fine."

The door swung open and the resilient fighters entered. After all, it wasn't like they had been given a choice.