The possessed Jago pulled his right arm back, and flung a large, red fireball at the thoroughly stunned Fulgore-X.  The fireball hit the cyborg bluntly, launching him a great distance backwards, until he finally landed awkwardly in about the twentieth row of the theater seating.
        Jago hopped up on stage, and then with absolutely no effort, he leaped across the band pit.  He grinned.
        “No…definitely not Jago anymore.  More like…Jagos…don’t you think?  Yes, I like that.  I like that a lot.”
        Jagos contracted the muscles in his left arm.  Suddenly, the seats directly in front of him erupted in fire, turning into ash and scattering about.  This combustion continued up the rows, stopped at the row Fulgore-X landed in, essentially clearing a path for Jagos to walk.  Jagos walked down his path, while continuing to talk.
        “This is incredible!  My power was incredible before, but it was unrefined.  With Jago’s impressive discipline, I can focus and concentrate my powers, and use them in ways I never dreamed of before!  Who needs that old form of mine; this body will suit me perfectly for all of eternity!”   Fulgore-X was beginning to stand.  Jagos met him.
        “Feel my superiority!”  The possessed warrior cried.  He put his right hand on his right leg, charging it with red energy.  He then spun around, hitting Fulgore-X with a potent charged roundhouse kick.  The cyborg was once again knocked backwards, sailing through the theater, over the wreck of the balcony, and through the double pine doors, out into the New York street, eventually descending and landing somewhere in the middle of the road.
        Fulgore-X lay there for a few seconds.  He felt horrible, and considered the consequences of actually staying down for a few moments.  He was so serious about surrender, that when an oncoming red Hyundai Elantra station wagon rapidly approached him, he didn’t move.
        The driver of the station wagon hit his brakes sharply, and the car skidded, stopping only inches from where Fulgore-X lay.  This didn’t phase Fulgore-X in the slightest.
        However, the oncoming fireball did.  Fulgore-X could see another red fireball, coming directly down on him.  Fulgore-X came back to life, rolling out of the way and alongside the driver’s side of the car, as the fireball slammed into the gravel, causing a small explosion.
        At this time, the driver of the station wagon opened his door, and leapt out of the car, somewhat confused, mostly upset.  Fulgore-X, who kneeled down besides the front wheel, hardly noticed him, but the door did catch his attention.  With his left claw, the cyborg separated the door from the body of the car.  He then plunged his right claw into the door, effectively latching it onto his hand.
        “Hey!”  The driver of the car exclaimed.  He was about 5’9, 180 pounds, with balding, brown hair.  “That’s my car door, you jerk!”
        Fulgore-X slowly turned his head towards the man, narrowing his eyes.
        The driver took a few steps back.  “Err...there are three more doors, you’re more than welcome to those if you like...”  He said nervously.
        Meanwhile, Jagos emerged from the theater doors.  He stood in front of them, scanning the area.  He quickly located the small rising column of fire in front of an automobile; that must have been where Fulgore-X was.  The cyborg must have dodged the blast by taking refuge behind the car.
        “You’ll not escape me.”  Jagos thought.  He took off in a full sprint, towards the car.  About five feet away from the car, he leaped up into the air, flipped over twice, and then extended his foot as he sailed over the car.
        As Jagos was midair, Fulgore-X jumped up from behind the car.  He too took to the air; when Jagos neared, he swung the car door attached to his right claw with almost everything he had; the door squarely hit Jagos, knocking him down to the ground on the passenger side of the car.  Fulgore-X landed nimbly, then looked interestingly at the car.  Curiously, Fulgore-X sat down inside of the car, and both he and the car teleported away.
        The car reappeared with the front facing the theater, about one half mile away, sitting on a cross street.  Fulgore-X mockingly grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand.  He then thrust his right claw into the dashboard, and extended it to the engine.  There was an intense blue glow as Fulgore-X charged the engine.
        Jagos started to stand.  The blow didn’t really hurt so much as it stunned him.  Plus, Jago had some serious injuries from earlier on tonight.  Upon reaching his feet, Jagos took a moment to use some of his advanced healing capabilities to better himself.  Only after this was accomplished, did Jagos notice that the car was missing.
        From a distance, an intimidating engine roar could be heard.  The already powerful growl steadily increased in volume, suggesting that the source was coming closer.  Jagos looked up to see the very car that had been besides him, approaching him at an insane speed.  Reaction time was nil as the car thrust itself into Jagos’s midsection, at an intense speed.
        The car barreled across the street, through the open doors of the theater, where it became airborne, sailing above the remains of the balcony and the seats.  It finally returned to the Earth somewhere around row 44.  The seats did nothing to slow the forward velocity of the car; they were easily plowed up and away.  The car continued on, happily skipping over the band pit, skidding across the stage, punching a hole through the back of the theater and on through to another street; all with Jagos still hunched over on the hood.  The car drilled its way through the street, uprooting stationary cars up from their position on the road.  Finally, the vehicle skidded on it’s side, and bullied it’s way through a convenience store, insultingly coming to a peaceful rest somewhere near the back of the store.
        Jagos crawled his way up from a sea of overturned canned foods.  He looked incredibly well for someone who had been on the front row of a 200 MPH battering ram.  When he got to his feet, and attempted to walk, a horrible limp in both legs was exposed.  He painfully made his way over to the driver’s side of the car.
        “Fulgore-X...you bloody bastard...”  He said softly.  He wanted to continue insulting the cyborg, but it would have been useless, because as he got there, Jagos found that Fulgore-X was not sitting in the seat.
        Jagos tilted backwards slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief.  Knowing fully what was next, Jagos quickly turned around slowly, to receive a forward kick from Fulgore-X.  The kick connected, squarely nailing the demon in the face.  Jagos tumbled backwards.  The cyborg stood over Jagos, condescendingly.  Jagos lay on his right side, clutching his face.  Fulgore-X held his right claw up, eyeballing it with evil intent.  Without warning, he thrust his claw forwards, towards Jagos’s face.  As he did, Jagos pulled his face from his hands, and projected a look not of a beaten demon, but of a scared, innocent young human.
        Fulgore-X’s claw stopped only millimeters from Jagos’s face.  He withdrew the claw and turned away in a disgusted motion.  Jagos crawled away, and when he was a few more feet away from the cyborg, he got up to his hunches, and turned his back to the cyborg.
        Fulgore-X hastily reached into the car, and pulled out “The Club”, a security device meant to lock the steering wheel in place.  He looked at it intently for a few moments.
        With his back still to Fulgore-X, Jagos spoke softly.  “Oh, Fulgore-X.  I’m afraid you’ve poorly misjudged my character.”
The cyborg said nothing in response.  Instead, he walked nearer to Jagos, holding “The Club”, ready to bring it down violently across Jagos’s back.
        Suddenly, Jagos, still on his hunches, spun around on his right heel.  As he did, it was revealed that he was holding a large steel rafter, taken from the wreck of the store.  He swung it fiercely, bluntly hitting Fulgore-X in the face with it.  The cyborg went promptly down, hitting the floor hard on his back.
        Jagos stood now on both feet, his limp now completely gone.  He grinned.  “Never underestimate me.”  He said, sharply.
 

Ultratech Corporation: Control Room
 

        “Damn!”  Glacius exclaimed.  He was sitting at one of the computer terminals to the left, monitoring the vital signs of the Orchid, Jago, and Fulgore-X.
        “What?”  Thunder asked, only minimally interested.
        “Jago’s vital signs.  They just…man, that’s not real!”  Glacius said.
        This piqued Thunder’s interest, who then left his position at the main computer terminal, to take a look over Glacius’s shoulder.  Tusk and Kim Wu joined him.
        Glacius pointed at the screen.  “Look at that - Jago’s vital signs just sharply spiked! He was at a little below normal, but now, he’s off the scale!”  Thunder looked at Jago’s profile, and compared it to that of Orchid’s; her vital signs were still stable.  She wasn’t at her maximum, but she was still healthy.  Jago’s, however, were more than perplexing.  All of his stats had been pushed to the limit, except for his brainwave patterns, which interestingly enough, had flatlined.
        “What’s up with Jago’s brainwave pattern?”  Thunder asked.
        “I don’t know...”  Glacius said, “but everything else is off the scale-look!”  Glacius pressed a button, changing the screen slightly.  It now read-

Jago
Vitality*********************************** X2
Stamina********************************** X2
Heart Strength***************************** X2
Brainwave   X2
Overall*********************************** X2

        Glacius changed it again to read-

Jago
Vitality*********************************** X3
Stamina********************************** X3
Heart Strength***************************** X3
Brainwave   X3
Overall*********************************** X3

        Glacius changed it a few more times, until he could change it no more.

Jago
Vitality*********************************** X10
Stamina********************************** X10
Heart Strength***************************** X10
Brainwave    X10
Overall*********************************** X10

        “Factor of 10, and everything’s still max.”  He said.  “What in the hell?  Where did Jago get that kind of power?  This is unreal.”
    Tusk noticed Fulgore-X’s stats-

Fulgore-X
Vitality***** X4
Stamina** X4
Plasma Potential******* X4
Brainwave******************************** X4
Overall**** X4

        “That’s even lower than Orchid’s!”  Tusk pointed out.
        “No.”  Glacius replied.  “It just looks that way because Fulgore-X’s stats are being displayed on a screen set to a factor of 4.  You gotta remember that Fulgore-X on a bad day is better than most others on a good day.  Watch-” Glacius changed screens for Fulgore-X-

Fulgore-X
Vitality*********************************** X3
Stamina********************************** X3
Plasma Potential**************************** X3
Brainwave******************************** X3
Overall*********************************** X3

        “That’s nowhere near what Jago’s at…”  Glacius trailed off.  “Only a few minutes after they left, Fulgore-X was maximum at a factor of 6.  But now...”
        Thunder slammed his fists down on the computer terminal.  “I wish we knew what was going on!”
        “At least Orchid seems okay.”  Tusk offered.  “And if Fulgore-X is fighting Jago, with what you showed us Glacius, he shouldn’t have a chance in hell...”
        Kim stepped forward, scratching her chin.  “Guys...we’re forgetting something.  Where’s Gargos?”
 

New York: Outside of the Theater of the Performing Arts
 

        Orchid stopped her intense sprint in front of a broken theater.  She surveyed the scene; a small fire in the middle of the road, a gaping hole in the middle of the theater, and many bystanders were gathering around to observe the carnage.
        “I’m definitely on the right track.”  She thought.
        At the center of it all, was a man, who appeared to be quite flustered.
        “I tell you, in all my years living in this city, I’ve never seen anything like THAT! That robot stole my car and ran over that guy with it, after he mutilated my car door! How’s my insurance gonna take care of that!”
        “‘That guy?’” Orchid thought.  “Jago!”  She resumed her sprint, running into the damaged theater.
 

New York: The 32nd Floor of An Office Skyscraper
 

        Fulgore-X crashed backwards, landing awkwardly into a desk, and smashing the Apple computer that lay helplessly on top.  Jagos stood over him, smiling.  Fulgore-X grabbed the remains of the PC and threw it hastily into Jagos’s face.  Jagos reacted quickly, nonchalantly brushing it aside with a gentle motion from his right hand.
        Fulgore-X got up to his knees.  “Don’t like Apple, huh?”  He said.  “Then eat IBM!”  Fulgore-X swung another computer unit at Jagos.  This caught the demon off guard, and the computer nailed him in the head.
        Fulgore-X got up with little confidence in his motions.  Grabbing the mangled chair behind him, he ran at Jagos.  Jagos, who was still stunned, was unaware of the cyborg’s approach.  Fulgore-X shoved the chair into Jagos’s midsection, and continued to run, pushing both the chair and the demon through numerous cubicles, until they came upon the outer edge of the room, which was just windows.  With an abrupt stop and a jerk forward, Fulgore-X threw the chair and Jagos out of the window, and apparently down to a 32-story fall.
        The cyborg stood still for a few moments, listening for some sort of crash down below.  One that never came.  To Fulgore-X’s surprise, Jagos floated up from somewhere beneath the window.  His eyes had turned a pale red and both his hands glowed with intense crimson energy.
        “I’m not that easy to kill.”  Jagos said flatly.
        Fulgore-X narrowed his eyes.
        Jagos connected both hands by the palms, and brought them back to his left side.  “You’re not the only one who knows how to throw energy beams.”  He said, jokingly.  Then, in complete seriousness, Jagos threw both hands forward, propelling a massive, red energy beam at Fulgore-X.  The cyborg put up a hasty plasma shield, but the power of the energy was so potent, that Fulgore-X began to slide backwards.
        “There’s no shielding this!”  Jagos roared.  He brought his hands back a few inches, while still firing the energy beam.
        “Power storm!”  Jagos cried.  He extended his arms again, making the already existing beam even larger.  Cubicle walls, computers, chairs, and other small office supplies were tossed backwards.  The space behind Fulgore-X had been completely cleared.  Finally, the plasma shield caved, and Fulgore-X was slammed backwards, being dragged along as the beam bullied it’s way on.  The cyborg was knocked through the windows on the other side of the floor, across a small alleyway outside of the building, and into the wall of the 32nd floor of the adjacent office building.  He didn’t stop there though; the energy beam blew away the wall, further propelling Fulgore-X through the new office building, where he sailed across the floor and past two stunned employees working overtime.  Fulgore-X hit the windows on the other side of this building and crashed through, and across another alleyway.  By this time, the energy beam had subsided somewhat, so that when Fulgore-X was slammed into the third office skyscraper, the energy beam and the force of impact wasn’t enough to push him through.
        Fulgore-X lay embedded in the wall for a few seconds, before tipping over and falling down, into a free fall, which would be broken as Fulgore-X’s back struck the metal rail of fire escape somewhere around the 21st floor.  Fulgore-X arched backwards upon contact with the rail, then he oozed down into another free fall, which would run it’s full course, allowing the cyborg to slam into the pavement of the alleyway below.
        At the first skyscraper, Jagos had floated inside of the building through the window he had fallen out of.  With an enormous grin on his face, he started a full sprint inside of the path Fulgore-X had traveled.  Jagos’s speed was blinding; and when he reached the windows, he jumped up and forward with a great shove off, and extended his limbs.  Jagos freely flew over the alleyway, into the second skyscraper, and finally landing about halfway across the 32nd floor of the second skyscraper.  When he hit the floor, Jagos rolled himself up into a little ball, rolling forwards a small distance.  He then sprung up, and flew again, much slower and calmer this time, out of the skyscraper, to hover over Fulgore-X in the alleyway.
        Jagos smiled again.  He connected his palms, brought them back to his left, and threw another power storm.  This time, the beam was even larger, and directed straight down to Fulgore-X.  Ripping through the air, the beam punched its target squarely, expanding outwards on contact, and causing a massive explosion of fire, energy, and sheer force.  From the street outside, the flames and red energy gushed out from the small crack in between buildings.  At the same time, it rushed upwards, up to at least the 30th floor of either building.
        Orchid was still running down the street, when she noticed a remarkable geyser of fire and red energy pouring down an alley much, much further down the street.
        “There!”  She thought, excitedly.  “Just a few minutes; Jago don’t go anywhere!”  Orchid quickened her already impossible pace.
        Jagos watched the flames rise to just below his feet.  The glow from the fire dimly colored his jumpsuit and his face a pale pink.  He crossed his arms and tried to imagine what Fulgore-X must look like, burning and melting.  It was almost enough to make Jagos want to go into the flames to get a look.
        Suddenly, Fulgore-X shot up through the flames.  Jagos was too shocked to move.  Fulgore-X buried his right shin into Jagos’s stomach, and continued the motion forward to slam the demon into the wall of the second skyscraper.  With his leg pinning Jagos to the wall, Fulgore-X began rapidly punching him in the face, with both lefts and rights.  Jagos could do nothing else but take them.  After a formidable flurry of attacks had landed, Fulgore-X brought his right arm back, with the claw glowing.  The cyborg thrust his arm forward quickly, retracting the claw only centimeters away from Jagos’s face.  As he did, the energy from his claw slammed into his fist, and the energy covered fist sharply struck Jagos’s face straight on.  The plasma punch was so powerful, Jagos’s head sunk a few inches into the concrete wall.  Fulgore-X backed off, allowing Jagos to peel away from the wall and fall the 32 stories down through what was left of the flames below to the ground of the alley.  After the cyborg heard the thud of Jagos reaching the bottom, he teleported away.
        Jagos picked himself up slowly from the ground.  The surroundings were still hot from the impact of the power storm.  Using the left wall, which was also the side of the second skyscraper, he slowly inched his way up.
        “How...the...hell...does he...survive?!”  Jagos thought.  “What...does it...take?!”  No sooner than he thought it, Fulgore-X reappeared on the ground of the alley.  He held a silver and red aluminum Louisville Slugger baseball bat in his right hand.
Fulgore-X turned his left shoulder towards Jagos.  He bent his knees and arched his back slightly, while grasping the bat with both hands.  He kept his hands near his head, with his elbows down.  It was a very professional batting stance.
        “Hello good citizen...”  Fulgore-X said, calmly.  He put his left foot out, turned on his right, and swung the baseball bat fiercely.  The swing connected with Jagos’s head, making an awful “klunk” as the demon slipped down the wall and back to the ground.
        “My name is Batman.”  Fulgore-X said, jokingly.  With Jagos sitting down against the wall, Fulgore-X took another major league swing, this time hitting Jagos in the chest.  Fulgore-X positioned himself again, swung the bat, and hit Jagos in the throat.
Jagos’s pain was intense.  He wanted to roll up into a little ball and die.  But, he knew that a stationary target was the best one.  So with anything he had left, he pried himself from the floor and the wall, and made his way deeper into the alley.  Fulgore-X followed ominously.  Jagos staggered away the best he could, but Fulgore-X took another swing, this time hitting the demon in the small of his back.  One more swing allowed Fulgore-X to connect with the back of Jagos’s head.  In almost a drunken stupor, Jagos stumbled to the back wall of the alleyway, letting his back rest against the concrete.  With a less professional swing, Fulgore-X buried the bat into Jagos’s chest, then tossed it carelessly behind him.
        Jagos was sliding down the wall, but Fulgore-X caught him by the neck with his left hand..  He moved his head closer to the demons, and narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
        “I made the mistake of sparing you the first time.  A mistake I’ll not make again.”  The cyborg brought his right arm back, and unsheathed his claw.  He then sent it forward with all his might.  Jagos kept his eyes open for what should have been his deathblow.
        What should have been.  However, unexpectedly, about halfway to it’s target, Fulgore-X’s arm jerked upwards slightly, so that the claw dug into the wall just above Jagos’s head.  Jagos could see that the cyborg was arching backwards, with his eyes widened.  The cyborg dropped his head and lurched forward, allowing Jagos to see what had saved him.
        Orchid stood behind Fulgore-X, holding the same baseball bat Fulgore-X had tossed aside.  Her eyes were wide and her teeth bared; her chest heaved in and out in exaggerated movements, suggesting she’d been running at an exhausting pace.
        Fulgore-X backed away from Jagos, towards Orchid.  He spun around to face her, only to receive another baseball bat blow to the head.  Orchid reared back to swing the bat again, and did, but Fulgore-X reached up and grabbed the bat.  He ripped it from Orchid’s hands and threw it aside again.  He then looked up, quickly firing a small eye laser shot into Orchid.  The intensity of the shot was mild, but it was enough to push Orchid back somewhat.
        Jagos allowed himself to slide down the wall, and lay prone on the floor.  “I’m hurt...very, very badly…even accelerated healing…will take too long…”  In the background, Jagos could hear Fulgore-X side kick Orchid in the stomach.  “I’ve heard…legend…that the body…of the host…returns to normal...after...I’ve left...maybe...it’s worth...a shot...”
        With Fulgore-X’s back to Jagos, and Orchid reeling away, Fulgore-X reached out with his left hand and grabbed Orchid by the neck.  He lifted her about two feet off the ground.  Orchid struggled to breathe in the cyborg’s death like grip.
        “Back off!”  Fulgore-X commanded.  “The circumstances have changed!”
        Orchid could say nothing in response, as air was having a hard enough time getting to her head already.  If she could see past Fulgore-X, or if the cyborg had turned around, one of them might have seen a purple mist rise from Jago’s body.  The mist condensed around Jago for a few seconds, then shot back into him.  The warrior weakly got up to his feet, with his head in his hands.
        Jago slowly looked up.  Although his vision was extremely blurry, as it slowly began to focus, he could see Fulgore-X nearly choking out his sister.  Without thinking, he brought his right hand up to his left shoulder.
        “Leave my sister alone!”  Jago screamed.  He threw his right hand forwards, launching a green fireball at Fulgore-X.  Fulgore-X wasn’t expecting it, therefore, it hit him squarely, knocking him violently forwards.  In the impact, Orchid was freed; she fell to the floor as Fulgore-X sailed past.
        With both Fulgore-X and Orchid on the ground, Jago grabbed his head with both hands, and screamed in apparent pain.  He fell down to both knees.  Orchid noticed the scream, and quickly got up, and rushed over to Jago’s left side.
        “Jago!  Jago!”  She said.  “Jago!”
        Jagos nodded his head, while keeping his face pointed towards the ground.
        “Wait here.”  Orchid recommended.  “I’ve got some business to take care of.”  She turned around, and with rage in her eyes, she started walking towards Fulgore-X, who was just now beginning to get up.  During her walk, Orchid made it a point to bend over and pick up the bat Fulgore-X had discarded.
        Fulgore-X had just straightened himself when Orchid got to him.  With absolutely no form but a ton of motive, Orchid slung the bat around, nailing Fulgore-X in the head.  The cyborg was involuntarily spun around, his back facing Orchid.  Orchid took another swing, hitting Fulgore-X in the small of the back.  The cyborg arched backwards.  Swinging the bat again, Orchid whacked Fulgore-X in the back of the head.  Fulgore-X bent over, writhing in pain.  In an overhead motion, Orchid brought the bat down across the length of the cyborg’s back; this sent him rocketing down to the ground, where he landed on his face and chest.
        Orchid stood condescendingly over the fallen cyborg.  She held the bat passionately, while pure hate shone brightly in her eyes.
        “Payback.”  She whispered.  Orchid brought the bat over her head, and slammed it down into the cyborg.  Fulgore-X let out a dull scream.  Orchid raised the bat again and slammed Fulgore-X again.  And again.  And again.  And again.
        Orchid hit Fulgore-X with the bat too many times to count.  During the first twenty five to thirty blows, Fulgore-X screamed, or twitched.  After that, he remained prone on the ground, stationary.  This wasn’t satisfactory for Orchid, as she hit Fulgore-X at least twenty more times afterwards.  Orchid disgustingly threw the bat down into the cyborg, then, for good measure, kicked him in the side.  Once again, there was no reaction from Fulgore-X.  With her mission accomplished, Orchid turned her attention back to her brother.  She went back to Jago’s left side.
        “Brother...how are you doing? You gonna be all right?”  Orchid asked.
        Jagos got up slowly.  “Oh...I’m fine.  You, on the other hand, could use a little help.”  He threw a red fireball into Orchid, which blew her backwards, where she slammed into the right wall, which was also the side of the third skyscraper.  Orchid fell awkwardly to the ground.  She was up to her feet very quickly.
        “What the hell?”  Orchid said, in confused anger.  She looked up to see Jagos standing over her.  She also saw what she didn’t see before; Jago’s completely white-eyes.
        “No…no…my God it can’t be...”  Orchid whispered.
        “As my good friend Fulgore-X said, the circumstances have changed.”  Jagos smiled.
        Orchid was barely able to scramble out of the way, as Jagos threw another red fireball at her.  Feeling completely confused, the only thing she could do was to retreat to the back of the alley.
        Jagos walked at a haunting, slow pace.  “I was to fight Fulgore-X to claim my right.”  He took a glance backwards.  “But, thanks to you, it would seem that he’s a little…shall I say…out of commission?  So now, you’ll have to become my target.  I’m not too disappointed.  Especially being in this body.  Yes indeed, this’ll be real fun!”
        Orchid continued backing up, finally reaching the back wall.  Her brother, or at least the image of, steadily approached.  What could she do?  She couldn’t possibly fight him!  Orchid looked around, and saw a door on the right wall.  She looked up; it was a very, very tall skyscraper.  With no other options, Orchid decided to run for now, until she could think of a plan.
        Orchid dashed for the door.  It was locked; but that didn’t stop her.  She took a quick step back, then kicked the door with a powerful roundhouse.  The door lock broke and swung open.  Orchid quickly entered.
        Inside was the staircase to the skyscraper.  The narrow column like room was nothing but stairs, continually leading up the perimeter of the inside of the walls.
        “Just what I need.”  Orchid thought.  She took a deep breath, then started up the stairs.
        Jagos followed.  He looked up at Orchid, fleeing up the stairs.  After flashing a brief grin, Jagos began a slow pursuit.
        Outside of the door, back in the alleyway, all was finally calm.  A few defiant fires still burned here and there.  There were loose pieces of concrete scattered about the ground.  Fulgore-X still lay prone, flat on his chest.  Much like the alleyway, Fulgore-X was calm.
        Was.
        Slowly, Fulgore-X raised his right arm.  The faint light from the claw illuminated a blue streak of plasma making it’s way down the hand.  The arm went up as high as it possibly could, resting itself against the right wall.  Fulgore-X’s fingertips curled in, digging holes into the concrete.  Using the handhold he created, Fulgore-X pulled himself up to one knee.  The cyborg rested his head in his left hand.  The hair from his ponytail strayed wildly in front of his face.
        Fulgore-X shakily got up to standing.  After only two seconds, he tipped over, leaning into the right wall.
        “Damn Orchid.”  Fulgore-X said, weakly.  He stumbled along the wall, limping badly, each step horribly off-balance.  With his right hand, he supported himself against the wall; he held his right side with his left hand.
        Fulgore-X felt something warm and wet in his left hand.  He slowly pulled it away from it gut, and looked at it.  It was covered with plasma.  Fulgore-X took a look down; a steady stream of plasma spilled out of a slash in his jumpsuit, trickling down his right leg.
        “Goddamn Orchid.”  Fulgore-X thought.  As he continued closer to the door, he realized that he badly needed to activate self-repair.

_activate self repair
_SELF REPAIR ACTIVATED.  WARNING - YOUR INJURIES ARE TOO EXTENSIVE TO BE FULLY REPAIRED THROUGH SELF REPAIR

        “Tell me something I don’t know.”  Fulgore-X said to his internal computer.

_IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THIS UNIT REPORT NOW TO ULTRATECH FOR IMMEDIATE REPAIR.  THIS UNIT WILL NOT SURVIVE FOR MUCH LONGER UNDER THE CURRENT CIRCUMSTANCES.

        Fulgore-X continued to trip his way down the alleyway, finally reaching the doorway to the right, and bumbling through.  He looked up at the impossibly high flight of stairs, minced in pain, then started up the steps as his self repair system started to kick in.
        Meanwhile, Orchid continued to scramble her way up the stairs, with Jagos slowly pursuing.
        “Why don’t you stop running, sis? There’s no escape, you might as well just fight me.”  Jagos said.  Orchid ignored him, and continued her way up the steps.
        Jagos followed Orchid up some more steps.  Eventually, he lost patience.
        “I bore of this game.”  Jagos said dryly.  He pulled his right arm back and threw a fireball at Orchid.  Since she had been making her way up the steps backwards, Orchid saw the fireball coming.  She grabbed the stair railing, and threw herself off the flight she was on onto the next set.  The fireball slammed into steps behind her, exploding brilliantly.  The force sent Orchid up six or seven steps, where she landed in a funny position.  She sprang up quickly to discover that her right leg had been injured in the blast; from the knee down to the ankle was a sharp, shooting pain.  Realizing that running was no longer an option, Orchid dragged herself up the remaining steps, and opened the door to the floor she was currently on; floor 27.
        Inside of the door was another office setting.  The floor was a maze of cubicles; each consisting of a desk, computer, plush chair, and other office supplies.  Orchid limped through and rested herself against one of the cubicles.  Jagos had been at least four flights of steps behind her; she should have at least a few seconds to gather her thoughts, and catch her breath.
        Jagos watched Orchid go through the door that led to the 27th floor.  “Perfect!”  He laughed.  Without warning, he flew off the floor and quickly zipped up the steps, and through the door.
        Orchid heard the door slam open behind her.  At first, she was struck with disbelief; Jago couldn’t have had come up the steps that fast.  Remembering that her brother had been possessed by an evil demon, Orchid then knew that incredible speed, among other things, was just another trait this entity probably possessed.  She slowly turned around, to see how close he was.
But it was too late.  Jagos, while in mid air, buried both feet into Orchid’s stomach, firmly knocking her backwards through the cubicle, where she toppled over the desk.  Jagos stopped his dash abruptly.  He smiled.
        “Let the ultimate sibling rivalry begin.”