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Through Insanity (Started by Darkin)

The two little Zedrones revealed themselves to Hiki while the two who still remained on the roof noticed the small gathering below.

The brown haired guy looked on. "Lets get a closer look. We won't find anything out up here." The guy summoned a pair of mechanical wings on his back. "Grab on. Its faster this way."

"Seriously? I'll pass."

"That wasn't a question. It was a order." The guy grabs the youth under his arms from behind.

"Hey Chase! Let me-" The guy named Chase takes off flying above the warehouse then rested outside a door to the place as Ruttsu arrives seeing both Hikaro and Darko.

Ruttsu slowly walks towards Hikaro ignoring Hikaro's words. He was not going to take any chances to allow Hikaro to leave.

"That energy I sense came from you? Listen kid. Killing is wrong. It can lead you to do the wrong thing such as wanting to kill the person that you hate. Revenge can lead you to that. It is a bad thing."

The mysterious stranger arrived at the place after Ruttsu staying out of sight of Hikaro wondering what Hikaro is up to. "Well wasn't expecting to see that ever again." It was clear this stranger knew Hikaro. This made three people gather in front of Hikaro. Who now finished his meal.

He noticed Darko and Ruttsu. "Heh... This is why fools dies first... I warned you both, it's not my fault if you die."

Hikaro did not bother for the two drones watching. Hikaro raised his left arm. The one that he lost from the fight against the blob a couple of days ago, and then he snaped his finger. Only raising the dead once more just like what Darkins do. They reproduce to kill. Hiki was becoming one of them. The people he had killed did not fully turn into a Darkin as their skin was still normal, but you may identify them easily with their eye color and how they posture themselves of how they stand up. They are Demonoids, a version of Darkins but less human that seemed to have lost it's soul for a very long time. They were the forty plus he had killed earlier, they were at every direction. They point their guns at the three of them, but he expected the Saiyan to be more durable than the bullets. He knows thier physiology. It was their fault they die here he thought. It wouldn't be his... Those who were resurrected from the dead were laughing... Their eyes were as red as blood. This was the infection that the news was talking about. An infection that can kill normal human beings. They hold position and aimed their weapons at the two sitting ducks.

"I'll be down at the basement. You can find me there when you kill all of them... Kill them Darkins..." Hikaro turned around to the trap door.

They started shooting everywhere. Trying to kill the foes in front. Hikaro did not bother to fight just yet, he opens the trap door that lead to a basement and blocks it with earth manipulation as he amplifies it with blood energy to make it durable. A way to give off time.

Upon seeing the group of Demonoids, the sword that was held in Darko's right hand evaporated into thin air and and became a clawed gauntlet surrounding his right forearm. He waited for the exact moment to move and once the first Demonoid shot he melted into the floor and crawled his way over to one of the Demonoid's Shadow. He waited for them to reload so that he can slice them to bits safely.

The stranger pulls a tiny white cube out and with a press of a button it transforms into a riot shield to blocking the bullets. He summons a scythe from smoke to his free hand after he moves up close. Slash the opposing enemies that are firing at him.

Chase peeked around where the events were occurring avoiding stray bullets.

"Uh oh... seems a fight could be in store Grant."