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"Crap... That must be Tchaikovsky," Caylan grunted.
"Tchaikovsky?" Jiang Fei repeated the na.
"Another V.I.P, much like Caylan himself," Bacca shrunk and whispered to him.
Not noticing Bacca's explanation, Caylan continued rambling about Tchaikovsky.
"That rat bastard is always on my tail, always trying to one-up ! He must have tracked
down to compete with !" He sounded pissed. Tchaikovsky's father, as Caylan would so "delightfully" say, was the son of another high ranking officer under Commander Alexis. Since young, the two had always chased each other's shadows, trying to compete with one another in order to please their fathers and Commander Alexis. The two had crossed swords and exchanged blows, but none was the clear winner.
Indeed as presud, Tchaikovsky had heard about Caylan's progress at the island and purposely tracked him down in order to snatch his achievent. Unlike Jiang Fei, whose support was only fictional, Tchaikovsky and Caylan's fathers had prepared their sons with as much help as they could, feeding them information and arming them with specific tools to counter the contents of the trial.
"How many are there?" Bacca turned to Mingsk and Waxus.
"20," said Mingsk instantly.
Knowing the new challengers had arrived, both Bacca and Caylan could not hide their disgruntled expressions. A fight would be unwise as their numbers were greater.
"What can we do now?" Bacca asked.
"Nothing yet but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Caylan replied. It would not matter if the entire group sped things up and got to the altar first as Tchaikovsky's group would find them and fight for the weapon. Caylan had to rely on waiting instead, hoping that Tchaikovsky's group would fight the guardian of the weapon and perish. As such, Caylan ordered everyone to spend the rest of the ti resting. They would fully recover and try to "talk" it out with Tchaikovsky's group.
After an hour or so, a large group of trainees, with Tchaikovsky leading the way, ca out of the reef region, unhard and unscathed. He was just like Caylan, a regular Valsalrian.
"Caylan, you son of a b*tch! You're still devoid of a weapon!" Were Tchaikovsky's first words.
"Well, well, well. I could say the sa to you!" Caylan retorted. There was no need for subtleties as the two go a long way back.
"Says the man who could never stand on his own!" Tchaikovsky barked condescendingly.
"Says the man with so many dancers prancing behind his back!" Caylan returned the insult.
The two kept their animosity with words alone as they knew that they were both only trying to rattle each other's composure. Once either side broke and attempted to attack, the other would fight it all out. There was no reason to fight now as both of them were empty-handed. It would only be a waste of ti trying to solve their differences there and then.
"Talking to you is a waste of breath!" Tchaikovsky threw one last insult. Seeing as how calm Caylan was made Tchaikovsky a little dejected.
"Well then, best not breathe the sa air I breathe or you'll suffocate! If you're heading to the altar, be on your way! I am not in the mood to waste my attention for the likes of you!" Caylan snorted.
"Well said, for a cowardly prick!" Tchaikovsky said and turned away.
"Let us leave! We have the responsibility to show the coward how a true warrior is to fight!" said Tchaikovsky as he waltzed away with his group.
"That's too much, even for cody! I was unable to hold back myself from cringing all the way!" Bacca laughed.
"So, what now? Do we sit all day?" Jiang Fei interrupted.
"What would you do? We are outnumbered! There's no way we could fight the lot of them!" Caylan snarled. Both he and Bacca had given up on aiming for the Primordial Weapon on this island but since Jiang Fei was just a "hitchhiker
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