As Charon turned Fein blasted her with some sort of energy that threw her into one of the activated ropes, she fell forward breathing hard but she grinned as she realised she'd managed to keep hold on the nailgun. She slowly got to her feet as Fein cimbed through the ropes of the octagon, she straightened up and the two eyeballed each other. Fein realised she'd known about his involvement with Lillith and she realised what he'd been sent to do. She knew the nailgun so well that she fiddled with the controls without even looking down at it. Fein blasted Markus with some more dark energy which put him down on the mat screaming in agony. Charon spared a quick glance at Markus, death would probably be a kindness at the end of the day. She raised the nailgun and pointed it straight at Feins chest.

"The games lost Fein, give it up. Lillith no longer has any control in this world."

Feins lips curled up into a creepy sneer and he spread his hands apart.

"Oh but my dear Charon, the game has only just begun, you just don't realise it yet."

Charons expression didn't change, she was tired of people playing her for a fool. Her finger tightened on the trigger.

"Fein, you are quite possibly the most moronic man I've ever had the misfortune to meet. Do you really think we put all of our trust in you? We had our own plans, plans that have come to fruition today."

Fein smiled.

"Of course. splitting Moebius' personality was a stroke of pure genius, I admit, but I doubt it was your idea now put that nailgun away before you hurt yourself."

Fein walked towards her and she pulled the trigger with barely a single blink, the world now seemed to slow down as Fein shot her with a dark blast of energy from point blank range. There was a disturbance in the air between them as the energy contained within the nailgun hit the dark energy. It grew and shimmered and then the whole thing seemed to implode before expanding outwards blasting both of them backwards, Charon skittered and rolled under the bottom rope of the octagon and much to her amusement she watched as Fein hit one of the electrified ropes and began to jitter and shake as an enormous amount of electricity surged through his body. Markus had already rolled out of the octagon and was groaning near the guardrail. Charon struggled to her feet, nailgun still held tightly in hand and watched...