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In a world where Zodyl Typhon made it to Zanka before Enjin could. A world where Zanka and Jabber were friends as children. A world where they were brutally torn apart and put back together again.
Zanka, a front line raider. His Jinki, his lovely assistaff, gave him an advantage in medium and short range attack and defense, trained by the hell guard academy as a child and then perfected his weapon of choice farther under Zodyl's guide.
Jabber, a front line cleaner. His Jinki, his Mankira, gave him an advantage in hand to hand combat and shirt range combat, his agility gave him an adavntage against most enemies. Trained in hand to hand combat by Zanka when they were kids, and by Enjin to use his claws to sedate, not to kill.
They lived totally different lives ever since they got split up. Jabber was poor as a child, his family hardly making enough to feed themselves. Zanka however, was the closest thing to royalty you can get on the ground. He was apart of the Nijiku bloodline, known for being top preformers in the hell guard academy, and for being high rankings in the hell guard itself.
But now, now they were enemies. Zanka didnt care about the people of his past, his family disowned him the second he left town, and he didn't have many friends anyways. He didnt associate himself with weaklings.
Jabber was a decently respected cleaner, known for his animal like agility and his knowledge of toxins. He could withstand a no mans land without a mask, and he prefered it that way. He was apart of team akuta since Enjin was the one to bring him in. And even though Semiu saw a darkness in him, the boss still gave him a chance. And ever since that day, Jabber pledged his loyalty to the cleaners.
But, that was mainly because of Tamsy. The cleaner that Jabber hated the most, but also adored. He could never beat the man in a one on one. And it kept him coming back for more. He didn't plan on leaving or acting out unless he found another just as thrilling to fight. The beatings that Tamsy gave him were thrilling, intoxicating even.
And Zanka? Zanka loved the missions that Zodyl sent him on. Zodyl woukd typically send him on informational missions ir assassinations. Because Zodyl knew that Zanka loved seeing the fear in his preys eyes, loves hearing their bones crunch and their blood spill. It was like a drug to Zanka, a drug he never wanted to be sober from.
Neither boys knew where the other was, neither knew they were on opposites sides. But they both knew, one day they'd meet again.
Fate would make sure of that.