Trak was relaxing on the sandy beach. The salty cool air kissing his cheek as he watched the clouds float by. Sitting up Trak couldn't help but lose himself in wild day dreams of freely wondering the open sea once again. Slowly Trak took a deep breath and exhaled. "Ah~ ... Nothing like the smell of the ocean air." Trak rested his back on the soft sand and continued to watch the clouds float by.

Trak smiled softly as he closed his eye. The sound of the waves breaking upon the rocks in the distance was a sweet lullaby to him... But something was changing in the air. A smell Trak didn't recognize was coming closer to him. The sound of feet hitting the soft sand and the way that those sounds where gapping in between each other. Agitated he sat up and opened his eye. "I've lived by the ocean all my life. I've learned many things in that time." Trak slowly turned his head to face the direction of the person coming closer to him. "Like the subtle changes of the smell in the air." Trak stood up facing the the black haired newcomer. "Who are you and what are you sneaking around for?"

Trak softly glared at the black haired girl. He noticed her eying him and the rude manner of her hand gesture. "You obviously don't have much in the ways of manners do you?" He smirked as he pulled a small round pebble out of his pocket and rolled it in his right hand. "But I suppose if I looked like I was raised in the mud I wouldn't either." Trak stopped rolling the pebble in his hand. "Accept this as a reminder to be more polite~" Trak flicked the pebble at the black haired girl, aiming towards her forehead.

Trak jumped back just out of reach of the girls weapon. It was obvious she was angry at him from the start, but what the reason was was a mystery to him. Sighing Trak reached up to his tie and unfastened it from his neck. With his tie firmly in his hand he smiled at the girl. " Oh but being polite can win battles. " Trak opened his hand and let his tie blow away in the wind and at the same time 3 golden orbs appeared beside him. Slowly the floated around him leaving a smoky trail behind them. With the smile still ever present on his face he held out his left hand and let one of the orbs land on his hand. " I'll give you one more chance to apologize before I blow you away."

Trak brushed sand from his cheek with his free hand as the smile on his face disappeared, and in its place was a more stern look. "From the looks of it your not accustomed to fighting on the sand." Trak clutched the orb in his left hand and shatter it into pieces, but as soon as he shattered it, the pieces began to circle around his fist. " I'll let you in on a secret. I can create four of these orbs in the course of 24 hours, and each one of them are highly explosive, but don't worry, they only explode when I want them to." Slowly the shards of the broken orb started to take the shape of small needles. "I'm also able to divide each one into several smaller pieces and change their shape." Trak raised his left arm and pointed at the girl. "Lets see you dodge 25 small explosives~!" No sooner did he say those words did the small needles shoot out towards the girls legs.

Trak held out the orb in his hand and watched as the flames were absorbed into it. The orb grew in mass, and was now 2 times the size from before. " Oh now that's curious... So your an alchemist." Trak reached into his coat and pulled out a five chambered revolver. "I may not be one for weapons, but sometimes they are necessary sometimes. You should be honored~ I don't use this weapon against anyone you know." Suddenly five shards broke off from the massive orb and flew into the revolver. Trak smiled at the girl once again. "By the way... I didn't detonate all of those needles." Needles suddenly began to fly up from under the black haired girl.

Trak staggered himself with the blast. Blood was trickling down his forehead and ears. He struggled to raise his right hand to cover his eye patch. The wound in his shoulder was far deeper then he originally thought. "Tsk... Its far harder to defend from my own blasts..." Suddenly he noticed the girl running back towards him. With little to no options available to him, Trak implanted an orb into his legs. With the added energy from the orb, the power and speed in his legs had more then doubled. He waited for an opening to move and when the girl jumped into the air he took the chance to kickoff from the ground and speed down the beach away from her. Pain surged through him as he removed the orb from his legs. Sure the orbs give him more power and speed but the force they produce is to much for a regular human body to take and is like having thousands of small explosions in a sealed container, and Trak knew he only had a short period of time before the muscles in his legs began to rip apart from the strain.

Trak took some time to catch his breath. He gathered that he only had enough strength and time for his legs to give him one more burst of speed and power before they became useless. But Trak didn't have much time to rest. He noticed the girl writing something in the sand and whatever it was he didn't like it. He still had four shots left in his revolver and he was going to make full use of them. Raising his revolver, Trak fired two shots at the girl and two shots at the ground where she was writing.

As the bullet shards impacted the earthen spikes Trak detonate them. Dust and debris filled the air as the earth under his feet began to shake. It seemed that whatever the girl was doing had succeeded. Trak implanted the orb into his one last time and rushed into the heart of the dust and debris field. Falling to his knees, Trak's leg muscles began to tear apart, blood erupted from his legs and drenched his pant legs. His final orb began to ring out as it shattered and began to dissipate. Trak struggled to stand up in the blood soaked sand. Three of his orbs where gone and his revolver no longer had and ammunition.