I'm Battin' Water Here

'Bam! I'm makin' dis look easy!'

'You shouldn't judge anyone by appearance...'

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"..."
A gentle breeze. But other then that, nothing. Until a figure, devoid of all movement and sound up till that point, finally started to move.
"Ugh..."
It groaned as the permanent silence was broken, without any sign of return in the near future.
"Mah head..."
The sand upon which it had been laying shifted as the figure, whom had been resting upon it for mere hours, moved, to see where it had ended up. The sand was warm, heated over the years by the sun that moved away only when he had to make place for the moon.
"What da friggin' hell happened?!" It finally yelled out as it slowly got onto it's feet. The figure was a young man, somewhere around the twenty. His bright blue eyes looked around as his expression could be read as pained, exhausted and annoyed. His brown hair was hidden beneath a black cap, kept into place by the earpiece that he was wearing, although his earpiece would fail to make any contact with the outside world, if the boy would try.
"I was pushin' da cart..." he mumbled as he wiped the brown sand of his bright red t-shirt. Furthermore, he wore baggy brown/black pants that were stuffed into his long white socks just below his knee. His shoes were the same colour as his pants, made for running. His hands were covered in bandages, although they didn't hide any wounds.
"I called for a dispensah..."
The young man reached for his chin, brushing past the dogtags that were hanging onto his neck. His name had eroded over time, but his rank and job were still legible.
Rank: Scout
Job: Rapid Recovery
"Da hardhat got annoyed... Did he knock me out?"
The Scout looked around again, taking in the images as they moved past his eyes. He seemed to be in an old arena. Roman style. Sand, rubble and remains of chariots filled the ground while partially demolished pillars rose high into the air.
"A fightin' arena? What is goin' on here?" he muttered when suddenly music filled the air. The music was calm, but also a bit unsettling.
"Sounds like a guitar... Damn it hardhat!" The Scout then yelled, believing it was the Engineer of the mercenaries to be responsible for his current situation "Where are ya, I'm gonna beat on your skull 'till I hit tonsils!"
As he started to run around, the Scout showed two impressive feats. The first was that he was incredibly fast. His speed speed while running was most likely unmatched and even more amazing is that it didn't seem to take any effort. The second impressive feat seemed to be his apparent ability to double jump. With little effort, the Scout went up higher by making a jumping motion in mid air. Soon, he noticed where the music was coming from and began to ran towards it's origin. He found it sooner then expected, seeing a man sitting on a pillar, playing an enormous blue sitar.
"Ey!" The Scout yelled, trying to get the mans attention.
"Oh, I hoped you wouldn't ever wake up..." The man said, slightly whimpering as he stopped playing, getting up. He had blue-green eyes and dirty blond hair, which had an odd mullet-like style with several bangs falling over his face. He was dressed in a long black trenchcoat with pointed shoulders, black gloves and black boots.
"Well, sucks to be you den! What da hell are ya and where da hell am I?!" The Scout yelled at the man.
"Wow, wow, why all the aggression?" The man asked as he recoiled, nearly falling off the pillar.
"Do I look like da type dat wants ta be here?! Wid a guitar playin' monkey like you?!"
"I have a name, you know... It's Demyx" The man sighed as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, reading out loud what it said "If the subject shows aggression towards recruitment, lethal force is to be used to ensure that the subject will not ruin future plans" Demyx sighed again as he put the piece of paper away "Did they ever pick the wrong guy for that one..."
"Lethal force? Ya mean ya are gonna kill me?! Over mah dead body!" the Scout yelled as he reached for the baseball bat in his backpack. At the same time, he reached down, grabbing a piece of stone. He threw up the stone slightly, before hitting it with the bat towards Demyx. The stone hit Demyx in the shoulder, who gave a soft whimper.
"Wayta duck!" the Scout yelled
"Ow, now that's just plain rude!"
"Oh what, you gonna cry? You gonna cry now?! Trenchcoat wearin' wuss!"
"You shouldn't judge anyone by appearance..."
"Hey trenchcoat! You suck!"
"Guess I got no other choice..." Demyx lamented as he readied his Sitar.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know dat dis was gonna be a music stand off! Wimp!"
"Dance, water, dance!" Demyx suddenly yelled as he started to play on his Sitar.
"What?"Scout asked as he suddenly balls of water flying into the arena from all directions "Dat's not freakin' possible!"
"I told you, you shouldn't judge by appearance..." Demyx said as he played the Sitar with unmatched skill. His fingers seemed to flow over the strings, like the water that he controlled with his instrument.
"Kay, dis does not look good here, um..." The Scout looked around as the water balls were advancing towards them, slowly gaining form. Most of them turned into copies of Demyx, but several changed into musical notes. The figures of water were now surrounding Scout, who was looking around desperately.
"Fine!" Scout yelled as he started to swing his baseball bat around, hitting the figures of water with it. When they were hit, the figures fell apart in a small explosion of water, soaking the Scout as a result. Seeing a gap in the numbers of the water figures, Scout ran towards it, before sliding over the ground past the figures as they tried to jump onto him. As the figures fell apart when they hit the ground, Scout saw that he had failed to notice something. There was a second line of water figures right behind the first line. Digging a foot into the ground as he was sliding along, the speed at which he was sliding caused him to stand up within a second, as he was forced into angular momentum. In one fluid motion, he stored the baseball bat in his backpack, while at the same time grabbing his double barreled, lever action scattergun.
"Hell yeah!" he yelled as he shot once, the bullets speeding through the water figures in an ever expanding cone, effectively creating a path for Scout. Towards a wall. Strangely enough, the Scout threw the scattergun into the air, as he continued running towards the wall, seemingly about to be crashing into it. At the last moment, he jumped up towards the wall. Against it, he pushed himself off, flying towards the falling scattergun. Grabbing it in mid air, he started to rapidly shoot at the water figures beneath him, removing them out of play. Jumping again in mid air, he quickly landed on one of the pillars, on the opposite end of the arena of Demyx. He just simply stood there, reloading his scattergun.
"That was not supposed to happen..." Demyx said as he looked around. Although the water figures were still there, Scout had managed to cut through their numbers pretty effectively.
"Eat lead!" Scout suddenly yelled as in one swift motion, Scout grabbed his pistol and shot once at Demyx. His aim was off though. He completely missed his target, although the bullet still hit and ricocheted off the Sitar, damaging it slightly.
Demyx looked at his Sitar, his eyes going wide as his lower jaw started to shake slightly.
"Arpeggio!" He yelled, before looking up at Scout, his emotions seemingly to disappear "Play time is over!" He then yelled as he let the giant Sitar spin in his left hand, before grabbing it tightly and started to play it even more skillful and controlled then before.
Scout wasn't troubled by this turnabout in Demyx' character until he noticed the ground rumbling. Looking at the ground beneath him and the pillar, he was starting to get a little nervous. Demyx proved himself to be rather powerful before, with all the water figures, what would happen now?
The rumbling stopped, prior to what sounded as an explosion, right behind Trey. Turning around, he saw that right behind the pillar, a massive geyser had erupted, obviously created by Demyx.
"What?!" Scout yelled as he heard more rumbling. Looking down, a sinkhole came into existence right beneath the pillar, starting to swallow it, just a second before being shot into the air by another geyser, with Scout still on it. The brute force of the geyser tore the pillar to shreds, with leaving barely enough time for Scout to react and jump off to the next pillar. Looking back, Scout saw that more geyser were appearing, in a path like route, as if they were chasing the Scout. He then looked at Demyx, who was still playing the Sitar as though he never did anything else, with a strange, satisfied smile. As though, when emotionless, he took enjoyment in seeing a desperate and struggling Scout. Scout raised his fist up towards Demyx, before shooting towards Demyx with the Scattergun, or better said, he tried. With all the water and sand flying around and with Scout reloading a bit to violent, the Scattergun had jammed, meaning it was useless for now.
"Work dammit!" Scout yelled, before noticing that the geysers had gotten a tad to close for his liking. Scout then quickly jumped over to the next pillar, storing away his Scattergun again. Landing safely on the pillar, he noticed something much to his horror. The creation of geysers was speeding up.
"Demyx! I'm comin' for ya!" Scout yelled as he jumped off the pillar again, prior to it's destruction. Scout this time landed on the ground, not only chased down by the geysers, but now also surrounded by the water figures. The geysers suddenly stopped though as Demyx went over to a, for now, calmer tune.
"What's wrong, boy? Tired? Finally accepting fate?" Demyx asked with a grin. Now he was in control for once, he was superior. The Scout posed no more threat for him.
"Yeah, I dare ya! Rage quit! Come on, make us both happy!" The Scout yelled, as though he had lost his mind.
"What? This isn't a game, boy!"
"Batter up! Da Major League just started!" The Scout yelled as he swung the baseball bat out of his backpack again. As though shot out of a gun, Scout launched forward, running straight into the water figures, the baseball bat spinning like crazy inside his hand as he swung it around himself. When the baseball bat connected with the figures, they burst apart, as though a waterballoon burst.
"Water!" Demyx yelled as geysers started to appear all over the place, trying to hold back Scout. However, Scout dodged them quite effectively, adjusting his route when needed. Reaching the pillar where Demyx was standing, Scout used his speed to run up against the pillar, jumping onto it, now standing right in front of Demyx.
"Waah!" Demyx exclaimed, caught off guard by Scout, but quickly regained his composure, spinning the Sitar in his hand, before holding it as though it was a melee weapon. He swung it towards Scout, who jumped over the Sitar and Demyx, landing right behind him, swinging the bat towards Demyx' head. Demyx ducked and swung himself around with the Sitar, again aiming to hit Scout. As the Sitar hit Scout square in his chest, Scout flew back, off the pillar. Scout however jumped in midair, causing him to fly back onto the pillar, swinging his bat down onto Demyx, who blocked the attacked with the Sitar. With the weapons pressed against each other, the fight temporarily turned into a stalemate, until Scout kicked against Demyx' knee, causing Demyx to step back, giving Scout a window of opportunity.
"Strike three! Yer out!" Scout yelled as he swung the bat towards Demyx' chest. As the baseball bat connected with his chest, Demyx flew back, off the pillar down onto the ground the below, his Sitar falling a small distance away from him.
"Oooh, I told them they were sending the wrong guy" Demyx whimpered as he rubbed his chest.
"A soon ta be dead guy" The Scout grumbled, as he walked towards Demyx, water dripping off his clothes, hair and cap.
Demyx tried to get to his Sitar, which was a combination between jumping and sprinting on all fours, but quickly recoiled when Scout shot right in front of him. "Oh come on, I was just trying to follow orders. Surely there is no reason to..."
"Shut up. I'm used ta people tryin' ta kill me, part of da job. But dat doesn't mean I let dem go unpunished either!" Scout answered as he raised the baseball bat into the air.
"Burn!" A voice rang through the arena as suddenly a stream of fire hit Scout full in the chest, causing him to fly back with a loud yelp. He crashed to a halt against a nearby pillar, sliding to the ground. He was slightly dazed, before forced back to reality by the fact that his shirt was on fire.
"Foiyah! Foiyah! Foiyah!" he yelled as he started to roll over the ground till the flames had been extinguished.
From the shadows, a figure appeared. He was quite similar to Demyx in clothing, sans the pointed shoulders. His facial features on the other hand was quite contrasting. The man has bright red hair, styled into spikes, with  sea-green coloured eyes and purple tear shaped markings beneath his eyes, although the teardrops were reversed.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Demyx said as he crawled over to Axel, before hugging the new man around the waist.
"Demyx, what did I tell you about doing that in front of subjects?" The man asked.
"Sorry" Demyx said, recoiling as he properly got up, running over to his Sitar.
The man, however, walked over to Scout, who was sitting on the ground, looking at his ruined shirt. Looking up, he saw the man and had absolutely no problems figuring that the man and Demyx were allied.
"Nah, crap" Scout complained, thinking he would have definitely lost now.
"My name's Axel. Got it memorized?" The man asked as he started to summon fire again.
"Hudda hudda huh!" A muffled voice cried out as a blast of air suddenly knocked Axel off his feet, throwing him back. A muffled, satisfied chuckle was heard as another figure arose from the shadows, although this figure emerged out of a door rather then the actual shadows. The figure was clad in a dirty red asbestos lined suit, thick black gloves, a black gasmask that covered the entirety of his face and a large air pack attached to his back as though he were some kind of fire fighter. The only thing that heavily argued with this theory was the fact that he had a giant, self-made flamethrower in his hands and several napalm grenades attached to a belt that went around his chest.
"Pyro!" Scout yelled out in joy as he jumped up, running over to the fire crazed man. How typical that a man so specialized in fire was nicknamed Pyromaniac, or for short, Pyro "Thanks pally!"
"Hudda!" the man yelled cheerfully as he held out a thumb, before turning to Axel and Demyx "Hmprh!"
"Good point, let's go!" Scout said before sprinting, together with Pyro towards Axel and Demyx.
"Axel?" Demyx doubtingly asked, as though he was seeking advice.
"If they want to fight, then we fight" Axel answered, calling up fire to do his bidding.
Demyx nodded, readying his Sitar "Let's dance!"

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'Got it memorized?'

'Hudda!'