“Looks like ‘everyone’ is assembled.” Kraft snickered as he sat down comfortably at the end of the table of Jin’s dining room. The Original Bellator was too used to having discussions at Jin’s dining table, and he did not see anything wrong reusing it for his own gathering. He had called for the meeting the moment he had been notified about King Baal’s appearance on the battlefield.
For the first time in an eternity, nearly all the Foxes had finally come together. Tsu and Kai in their human form sat at Kraft’s right as they took off their battle leather jackets and revealed only wearing a singlet. They both had matching wolf emblem tattoos that indicated their previous affiliation with their clan.
As for the Clan members from the Grizzly Bear, they sat at the left of the table in their smaller fox forms. Even when Kraft gave them a nod of approval to transform, they were hesitant to return to their human forms.
“I know what you are afraid about, but you do not have to worry about exuding your aura here. There is no one around but us. If they can’t handle it, he or she is most likely an imposter fox, hahaha! ” Kraft smiled, and the three of them looked at each other for a moment before releasing their fox forms.
Ixel, the oldest of the three siblings, was the first to transform back to his human form. His slightly long but spiky orange hair was probably reminiscent of why he was the fox whose colour matches the natural colour of the fox. Compared to the Wolves, Ixel’s entire body hosted a riot of muscles bulging out, and they were accompanied with a series of scars and bear tattoos. Even as Ixel took a seat, veins were already popping as if the muscles within were dying to be released from the prison called skin.
Seeing that her brother took the initiative to transform back, the red fox Ixa did the same and sat next to her brother. Following her fur colour, Ixa’s boyish haircut did not undermine her charm as she possessed the muscles and build following her brother, albeit a little smaller. One might think she had a resemblance to a legendary Russian bodybuilder who dropped her weights to join the military force for the country.
Itori, on the other hand, the youngest among them was the total opposite of her two siblings. In their youth, even their clan members used to ask them if she was really their blood-related sister. She was smaller, thinner in build no matter how much food her parents forced her to eat. More meek and quieter than the entire village but her punches and kicks were as explosive or maybe even more potent than her eldest brother.
Her white bob hairstyle and round rimmed glasses did not portray the ferocity she had shown all this time. Kraft knew her well enough not to cross nor exploit her passive attitude. Still, this did not stop Kraft from using her and could possibly be the reason why Kraft was more comfortable commanding her over the other two ‘Bear’ foxes.
Pei, previously from the Crane Clan, naturally sat at the far left end of the table. For once she too was in ‘uniform’. But in less than a minute, she kind of regretted it and placed the leather jacket on the chair and tilted sidewards so she wouldn’t be facing Kraft anytime soon. Alas, it was too late. Kraft and Pei both knew she had already lost when she first stepped into the room for the meeting, but they would hold that thought on a day with less pressing issues.
Evon, was sitting right opposite of Pei while checking his notes and his tablet with regards to the current battlefield once more. The champagne pink fox was considered as the most studious guy in the group, but one wondered if he pretended to be scholarly or if he was actually the real deal.
Mainly because of his champagne pink hair, people did not take him seriously and instead, assumed he was a delinquent rather than a genius. Regardless, his drugs and high support effectiveness undoubtedly made him the go-to guy to turn the battlefield with his chemicals.
Kiyu, the last to arrive, sat beside Kai and Evon. When she walked in, her serious turned happy look was not a surprise to all since she always kept her ‘pretty’ demeanour around everyone no matter who it was. It had been initially irritating upon learning her true nature, but the foxes had gotten accustomed to it and never bothered trying to change her because that was just how she was.
She did become even more honest in her words between them while leaving her expression this way. In a way, their ignorance increased her acting and further improved her dramatics in battle too. Kraft believed the video advertising of Jin’s dungeon instance was taking a toll on her and hoped the upcoming heist would cheer her up. It was part of the reason (a very teeny weeny small part) why he gathered everyone.
“You cleared everything already?” Kraft asked Kiyu, and she nodded her head with glee.
“Yeap. I even prepared some extra scenes for the System to play around to hype the crowd for the time being if necessary. I believe ‘they’ know what to do without my assistance.” Kiyu replied as she stretched her hands a little and gave a slap on Evon’s back.
“Oven, stop reading already. Any more and your brain might heat bust with all that information.” Kiyu berated him while Evon rolled his eyes.
“It’s EVON! My name’s NOT some kitchen appliance. And if I do not read this, how will the rest of you know where to attack the Dungeon Metropolis?” Evon countered angrily.
“Obviously, the King’s Palace. Where else will the demons put it?” Ixel said it first, and Evon sighed and shook his head. (Even the rest could not save the thick-headed brawler.)
“That’s where you are wrong. Very wrong. So wrong that the moon turned into a sun after laughing too much. It’s plain obvious that you do not have any clue about the location of the core.” Evon responded.
“Brother, I know you do not like briefings but do not make yourself a fool.” Ixa consoled Ixel’s confusion by showing him the briefings notes prepared by Kraft. “It’s at a maximum-security prison.”
“Which idiot would place their precious Dungeon Core in a maximum-security prison?! You sure Moloch gave you the right details about it?” Ixel laughed at the absurdity of the location where they kept the Dungeon Core.
“Believe it or not, Lord Moloch was the designer for this facility.” Kraft pointed out as he pulled out a file filled with a stack of blueprints and notes on the table. “I was just appalled by it as you, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that the idea made sense.”
“Because you literally can have the most vicious, murderous sort of people dying to kill your enemies for their freedom. And not to mention those self proclaimed defenders of Justice that were on par with these men to keep them in check.” Pei added, and everyone started grinning.
Certainty of death.
Small chance of success.
What were they waiting for?
