Austin walked into his throne room and his Loyalist stood at attention, Herobrine was on one knee in front of the throne along with all of his followers. "Now tell me why you didn't tell me you had Dodd and who is responsible for his escape?" The immortal asked as he sits down.

"We thought we cou..." Emerald started but was cut off. "Ok stop." Austin growls and leans forward.
"Who's to blame?" He asked his eyes narrowing to slits and the glow from them was intimating.

Mark stands up and steps forward. "I take full responsibility." He rasped due to the lack of not using his voice.
Austin stands up and a chained blade stabs into the man's chest.
Everyone watched in horror as Mark was forced to his knees as more chains wrap around the man that couldn't feel pain.

"Let's try this again who's really to blame, Emerald?" He asked the young girl who stared at Mark watching the chains tighten around him. The immortal leans closer and stopped when his mouth was right by her ear.

"Who's to blame my dear?" He asked again. "Herobrine." She replied out of fear. The man smiles and steps back. "Thank you my dear." He says and the chains fall off of Mark. "As for you Herobrine you'll be punished and Mark you will go to Atlantis and spy on them, I want to know everything." He says walking back to his throne.
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Jordan walks into his room his robotic arm was detached and laying on a table covered with a tarp, in his other hand was a spray paint can while another sat on the table.

He painted the arm blue and black to represent the police force and let's it dry. Once it dried he put the arm back on and flexed the fingers.

"Don't blame yourself for what happened to Cameron, his heart was never always in the right place." His father's voice echoed through his head. He sighs and turns to the door when someone knocks on it.

He opens the door to see Ben who was wearing new armor and a helmet that looked like a steel bear skull. "Hello Jordan." He said taking off his helmet.
"Ben." Jordan said with a nod. "What brings you here?" He asked the veteran. "I want you to train with me and when Tristan is awake and himself again I want both of you to train with me." He said with a smile.

Jordan takes a second to look at Ben's face, he didn't know the man's story but he did see the scar that ran across his eyes.
"Alright." He replied with a small smile. "Great follow me to the arena." The warrior said and walks in the direction of the arena.

The two stand in front of each other in the arena both of them stared into each other's eyes.
"Alright so you take the damage that your enemy deals and that makes you stronger." Ben said as he takes his fur coat off.

"Yeah, what about you?" He asked the older man. "You'll have to see for yourself." Ben replied with a smile. The two get into fighting stances. Jordan pounds his fists together showing that he means business. Ben chuckles and clenches both fists, the he closed his eyes.

"Alpha five warriors compare themselves to nature's fiercest, strongest, fastest, bravest and cunning predators." Summer's voice echoed through his head. "Which one are you Ben?"

Ben let's out a low growl and a red aura surrounded him, he opens his eyes which had turned a crimson red and let's loose a roar similar to a bears as he plants a foot into the sand.

"What is this?! Is this what most of those warriors were capable of doing?" Jordan thought as he got ready for a tough fight. Ben charges forward and throws a punch at the younger man,
Jordan blocks the attack and punches the veteran in the face.

Ben's head turned from the impact but other than that it didn't even phase him. The warrior punches Jordan in the gut sending him flying. The young officer hits the wall and gets to his feet. "Nothing's broken, good and I obsorbed the blow, if I take another hit like that I'm either going to be stronger or he'll break me." He thought as he watched the barbarian.

Jordan runs forward and hits him with a left hook causing the man to stagger back, the two continue to trade blows back and forth until both of them grow tired.

"Wha-What was that?" Jordan asked as he cought his breathe.
"That my young friend is called rage, we Barbarians use it while fighting. It makes us tougher and stronger and we know when we've meet another barbarian or an elite soldier of our tribe, your brother is an elite known as a Spartan." Ben said and Jordan stood there in awe.

"You on the other hand I consider you to be a Highlander even though you don't have the eyes I once had." The older warrior stated and sat down.

"What happened to your eyes?" Jordan asked as he takes a drink of water. "While fighting a bounty hunter he got both of my eyes in one swing." Ben replied.
"Dang." Jordan exclaimed and looked at his arm.

"Don't think of your arm as a disability that's what I thought my new eyes were going to be and for awhile I suffered from PTSD." Ben stated and takes a drink of water.

"How did you get over it?" Jordan asked. "Therapy." Ben replied and watches Sam and Adam training not to far away.
"Sam seems like he has something troubling him." He said. "Sam has seen a lot of people come and go, after I was born my mother left and he saw her as his hero, then his wife left him and now he's an alcoholic in a cruel world." Jordan replied.

"Adam tries to be there for him but their both always busy." He said and watches the two train.
Adam held a blackened steel  scythe while his brother held a large broadsword, The two continued to vigorously train.
"Jordan." Nial said running up to the young man holding something in his hand. "Yes professor." He replied and the man holds up a germ dish.

"Spit into this." The professor stated. "I'll explain later." "Um...ok." Jordan replied and spits into it. "Thank you." The man said and runs back to the lab.
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The professor worked tirelessly trying to find a way to help the young man that was strapped to the table next to him while Cody and Joe watched from the side line.

"Ah ha! There we go." He exclaimed and holds up a test tube with a green and red liquid in it. "Open his mouth." He says as he approached the table. Both Cody and Joe open Tristan's mouth and Nial pours the liquid down his throat.

"How long until it kicks in?" Joe asks as they watch the man struggle and then go limp.
"Now." Nial replied. Tristan gasps and sits up breaking the straps.
"Where am I? Where's Cody?!" Tristan shouted. "It's ok Tristan your here with us, your safe." Cody assures him and the man slowly calms down and looks at him seriously.

"We need to talk now." Tristan insisted. "Ok, come on." He says helping him off the table. "Tristan this is Joebuz, Joe this is Tristan, our cousin you could say." Cody said and Joe nods.