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Ocelot stood in front of the Crystal between Kaos and Helena. "I don't get it.", said Kaos. "Why aren't you transporting away the crystal yet?"

Ocelot merely chuckled. "I have every reason to transport it back to Master Albert...However, I believe The good master will reward me well for picking away one of the thorns in our side."

Kaos instinctively reached for the dagger tucked away in its sheath. "That raises another question," said Kaos. "How do you transport the thing in the first place?! My friends and I can't touch it!"

The opponent guffawed out loud, nearly choking. "You fool!! The Crystal only allows those with the mark of the covenant upon them!!" To exaggerate the idea, he raised his gloved hand. There on the glove was a dark red imprint of the roman, letter Omega.

"And you're telling me this because..."

"I want you to suffer with the fact that the answer was staring you in the face as you die!!!"

Ocelot leaped forward bearing a large lance. Kaos leaped backwards, pulling Helena alongside him. As the spear impacted the ground it sent forth a large amount of debris. "That smell...", thought Kaos. "It smells like gunpowder!"

Kaos left Helena on the staircase, then proceeded to the battle. He dodged every stroke of the explosive attacks, but was continued to be sent backwards by the explosive force of the blast.

"Gyahahaha! Face it, kid! Against my Exploding Lance, You have no chance of making it towards me anyways!", yelled Ocelot.

Kaos was sent backwards with another shockwave, Then backflipped back up. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, sharp piece of flint, and a small bag of gunpowder.

He ran forward putting in the flint in the bag, then threw it at the spear wielding Maniac. "Gyahahaha!!! You think a little bag could stop me?!", roared Liquid Ocelot.

He slammed the spear into the bag, but instead caused the bag to explode in mid air, sending forth a burning blaze of heat and shrapnel flying everywhere. Even Helena had to back up farther up the staircase to escape their wrath. Ocelot was heavily wounded along the side of his torso, left leg, and face. His spear was reduced to nothing more than a ruined shaft. Then the sound of blade entering flesh rang through the entire amphitheater. A blade protruded from his chest. Kaos pulled off the slightly burned right glove and wore it on his own hands and Ocelot fell to the ground, dead.

Kaos walked towards the Crystal, pulled out another dagger and stabbed the crap out of it.