Ratch stood in the empty chamber. The only sound he could detect was the pulsing of his energy core. Then, the doors swinging open. He turned, finding himself face to face with the Agent. He sneered triumphantly. "Ah, freak, what gives me the pleasure of your vist?" Multehx snorted, tensing his fists. "I decided to jump the gun and take down the fourth spire alone. That's how it's always been, you know."
Ratch frowned. "How it's always been?" The Agent nodded. "Yeah. Me on my own against scum like you." The massive robot snickered, taking a step forward. "You still can't take it easy, can you?" Multehx shook his head, reaching back and shoving the doors shut. "No...I can't. And neither can you till we do this. It is your goal." Ratch smirked, releasing and clenching his claws. "You know me well." He took another step, drawing closer. "But tell me, I've always wondered.." "Yes?" "Why is it ou fight the best? Why is it you have that edge no one else does?"
Multehx folded his arms. "...Very simple. I have the spirit to win." "Eh?" "You heard me. The spirit to win. There are three types- Below average, common thinker, and elitest. I am a high elitest." Ratch raised a brow. "So?" Multehx continued. "So, no one has ever truly appreciated me for it. They all mocked me, and shunned me because they couldn't understand. I've always been weak on the offense..I used to be a lover not a fighter." He hesitated, looking up, glaring. "I was weak, so I had to learn to survive on my own. I became a fighter, with the passion to be the best because it was self preservation. It gave me security to hold the power to waver nations at my whim. But then they stopped caring. Us who wrote a bit, us who battled, we fell second to those with artistic flare. I was shelved, and it made me furious. So, instead of dying out like the others, I fight back, and anythin that doubts me for a moment gets pounded flat."
There was a pause, then he smiled. "But it's different here, Ratch. You see, you're not one of those folks. You have a deep mind beyond your gruff exterior. And you don't hate me for any reason except that you were programmed to. You're my true foe, because...you are unbiaed competition. For you, you could care less if a person has a creative bone. It's hate it, or love it. I admire that. No bias. Thus, I have longed to fight you again."
The two paused, then Ratch nodded, and they snapped into fighting positions. They lunged, and locked hands, each straining to gain the upperhand. The both tried for a kick to the other's shin, but their legs blocked one another's, and they attempted to do it on the other side, to the same effect.
Ratch charged the laserlenses in his palms and there was a bright flash of blue, and the two were driven apart. But, this didn't stop them for long. Within the moment, they were bearing down on one another again. Ratch smashed a fist into the Agent's face. He doubled back, then let loose a similar punch to the Robot's jaw. Ratch growled and opened his mouth, revealing the jet nozzle. Before 707 could react, a green spray shot from it and misted over him. It burned at his skin, and he moved back, trying to avoid the major effects of the "Acid Breath" unleashed on him.
He flicked a wrist, an M-Mine flew from his sleeve into his hand, and he threw it. Ratch dodged to the side but the blast blew a portion of his side plating off. Multehx didn't let this slight gain stop him. He drew the Quicksilver and fired. A blast of red plowed into the robot and made him stagger back.
Ratch grasped his side, panting. His claws retracted up his arms and swung onto his shoulders in dual mounted cannons. Two new arms popped down and out of the shoulders, these ones ending in red hands. "Listen..punk. Ya haven't..beat me yet.." he panted. Multehx nodded, pocketing the quicksilver. The two assumed fighting stances once more, and the fight raged on.
Ratch fired dual blue lasers from his shoulder cannons. Multehx countered flaring up a black RF aura, forming a black sphere in his hand, and lobbing it to the ground. It seemed to melt into it, then a tidal wave of earth errupted and crashed in the robot's direction. It swamped the shots, but the intended target leapt out of the way of harm, and retaliated by firing off the front of each cannon, the clawed steel cylander attached to the gun by a grappling wire.
Each "grappling hand" caught ahold of a wrist, and pulled the Agent in. As he was held in close range, Ratch pummeled him with his free hands. Each blow struck another part of Multehx's face or body. Several left gashes that drew green blood. The torture continued for moments before Multehx reached over, ripped a claw from his arm, a few of the prongs tearing out, and rammed a shoulder into the robot.
Ratch groaned and staggered back. He drew a breath, skipping modes 3 and 4 and going right to 5. His shoulder cannons extended and bent on the arms, forming a half X over him, pointed outward. He began to hover a bit off the ground, his boot thrusters kicking in. The Agent leapt and aimed a punch for his jaw. Ratch moved to the side at the last minute, dodged the hit, grabbed the outstreched arm, and flung 707 against the far wall, hard. There was a cracking sound as the Agent slid to the floor, on his feet once more. He felt a spliting pain in his chest, and knew one of his metalloy ribs had been cracked.
Ratch wasted no time, his raised cannons firing off two trememdous beams of blue light. They hit the ground and plowed a path for the Agent, rending the carpet and dark blue floor tiles as they went. The shots engulfed the Agent, and he yelled in pain as they burned his flesh badly. The blasts finally ended, and Multehx remained, crouching where he was hit, breathing hard. Ratch sneered in victory, but was taken off guard as the Agent rose and charged for him. With a yell, Multehx was flying through the air in a drop kick.
Before Havoc could utter a foul word, the Agent SLAMMED his boot into the metallic jaw. With a snap, the appendage came flying off. Ratch growled in pain and 707 rebounded and landed on his feet. Ratch glared, hate seething in his eyes. His tone was low and gutteral.
"Nice job...freak...but we've never been this far, so you've never felt the true power of an Infect before.." As he spoke, the crystal on his chest changed from four different colors to a blinding white. There was a white flash, and the Agent shielded his eyes. When he could see again, he looked in Ratch's direction.
The Infect once more had the claw hands, fully repaired, and was now plated in grey armor. In his hands, he held a wicked looking warhammer. He picked his jaw up from the floor and snapped it back into place. He swung the hammer, pointing the head at Multehx. "I too have a title. The 'Unquenched Bloodshed' they call me..prepare to make your peace."
Multehx couldn't block as Ratch pounded the ground with his hammer. A pillar of earth shot up diagonally at the Agent, smacking him in the face, bowling him over. But Ratch didn't stop. He pointed a hand at the Agent, and a massive ball of blue energy shot out and smashed into it's target. Multehx felt badly hurt and burnt by the hit as he got to his feet. Something was wrong, as his left eye, the robotic one, was all staticy and not transmitting more then the rolling white haze.
He was quick enough to block the sideswipe with the hammer, but as it hit his arm, there was a loud crack and a rush of pain. He cried in agony as he let his arm hang simply at his side and was unprepared as the hammer's head smashed into his face like a pool cue. He once more crashed into the far wall, harder this time, leaving a deeper impression. He fell to the ground on his knees. Ratch only laughed as he once more pounded the hammer into the ground. A jagged ravine crossed the floor towards the Agent, and as it was bout to reach him, spewed a massive boulder up at him.
This beaned him square in the face, and he collapsed to his front. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead and blinded him, and his body ached all over. He could hear the metallic footsteps of Ratch as he neared for the deathblow. It seemed to be all over for him. Seventeen years of struggle for naught. The fight was over. Or at least he thought it was..

A voice in the Agent's head snorted with disgust. "COME ON! This is pitiful! You're going to let a mere robot beat you!!"
Multehx groaned. "But...Rhyjulian...I can't take the pain any more...I tried.."
Another snort.
"Pfeh..tried...TRIED?! What kinda word is that for YOU to use?!"
Multehx heaved a painful breath, and the footsteps drew closer.
"...what else...can..I do??"
The voice sounded frustrated.
"What else can he do he asks. Hmmph! You are a TWILIGHTER! We are evolution mastery! You have to know you have more tricks up your sleeve then THAT pathetic showing!"
"...Rhyjulian..I..just...can't..anymore.."
Silence.
Ratch sneered, raising the hammer. "Aw, hearin voices? Don't worry, I'll end your dellusions mighty quick."
A black aura flared around the Agent's body.
The voice was seething.
"Get UP!!"
Ratch swung the hammer downward.
"Get up, dammit!! Get to your damn feet and rip this inferior mechanical bastard limb from limb!!!"
Multehx's body was enveloped by the aura. It grew to 5'6". His skin turned greyish green. He grew light green hair. His outfit became replaced by unattached metallic boots, black satin pants, and a red shirt, along with a pendant in a design similar to Pseudo's, which his mind told him was a "Whyr-Rock".
With renewed strength, he leapt to his feet, avoiding the hammer. Ratch was shocked. "What the?!-" was all he got out before a vicious haymaker crashed into his face. He staggered back, and Multehx instinctively held out a hand, thumb and fore finger in the hape of an "L". A black orb of energy appeard in them. "Shadow blast." He murmured as the orb rocketed off and smashed into Havoc's face. He continued backward as one after another plowed into the same spot.
Bringing his hands infront of him, he cupped them downwards. They began to shake as massive dark energies gathered in a ball in them. Ratch barely had time to look over before the attack came. His hair and clothes flying back from a rush of wind, Multehx threw his hands out, releasing the orb. "Shadow blaste MAXIMAE!" he bellowed. The orb shot out, and headed straight for Ratch's chest. It smashed into the crystal on it. The crystal glowed white hot, then exploded violently in a flash of white. When it faded, Ratch was in normal form, the hammer gone.
He growled, shaking from anger. "That was a form of pure STRENGTH! How DARE you rob me of it!!" He growled, his pupils going red. "Signature Move:Vendetta Strike." He growled and lunged forward. He viciously delt a left hook to the demon, then a right, then a left again, finally leaping into the air and launching a volley of laserfire that resulted in what looked like a nuclear explosion.
As the dust settled, and he landed, Multehx came into view, a bit dirty, but still standing. Ratch's jaw dropped. "JESUS CHRIST!! A..A..AMAZING!" He yelled, stepping back. "I launched an attack that would cripple a militia..and you..barely FLINCHED! Lord almighty..I knew you were strong..but this is..phenominal! At this rate, you might be a match for Havering some day!" he said in awe and shock. He lobbed a gold keycard to the ground. "Look, you want it, take it, but I know when I can't win." He punched a hole in the wall, turning once more. "We'll settle things some day soon, 707. I promise it."
And, he leapt from the tower. Multehx walked over, reverting to his usual classic form. There was no sign of the robot outside. He scooped up the keycard, pocketed it, and left the room. "I must always be the best. If they care or not, it's no matter. It gives me purpose.. I started down this path, I must finish it as the surpreme master.."