Mecha-Meso swings its sword down on Rook. Rook holds his sword up in both hands and blocks the giant swing, the swords clash, and Rook pushes forward with all his might. After some struggling, it seems Rook is losing the clash, so Rook pushes against the back of his blade with the palm of his black hand. Now he manages to push back against the attack, sending Mecha Meso stumbling backwards, falling flat on its back.

Rook: Is that all this thing is made of?

He jumps up, sword back, over the robot, and then swings his sword down at full force down on at the center of Mecha-Meso. The sword clashes against it, but is repelled. It then reaches its arm toward Rook as he tries to jump away after the failed assault and catches him in its giant hand. It gets up off the group, and tosses Rook down hard.

Meso: Hey, be careful, I think you chipped the paint with that attack.

Mecha-Meso starts crushing Rook in its hand. Rook strains himself, but is unable to free himself.

Rook: At this rate I’m gonna be snapped in two…gah…

His black arm glows and disappears and Rook is able to slip out from the hand and land on the ground.

Rook: Had to get rid of my Necros Arm to get free…I can only summon it once a day too, I never even had a chance to us it.

Mecha-Meso looms over him, then tries to stomp on him with its foot. Rook jumps out of the way and the foot crashes into the ground in front of him. Rook swings at it with his sword, but the sword just bounces of the foot.

Rook: Damnit, what the hell is this thing made out of?

Meso: It is a metal that cannot be pierced, and thus my Mecha-Meso cannot be destroyed.

Rook: Well it may not be able to be destroyed…

He dodges another stomp and dashes between Mecha-Meso’s legs, charging at Meso.

Rook: But the guy who controls it sure can be!

Meso: Are you forgetting about my electric field?

Rook tosses his sword in front of him. It clashes against Meso’s field, temporarily suspended in air from the electric current. Rook reaches his arm through the field, grabbing Meso’s generator and crushing it in his hands.

The field fades, and Rook catches his sword as it drops and tries to slice Meso with it. Meso shatters, spreading like glass across the ground.

Meso: Do you like my teleporter? I leave one part linked to Mecha-Meso at all times, so that if I’m ever in trouble, I can instantly appear here, leaving nothing but a glass replica in my place.

Rook: Well now that you’re up there, you have nowhere else to run.

Mecha-Meso swings down on Rook once again with its sword. Rook jumps sideways out of the way, then leaps back and lands on top of the sword. He jumps up Mecha-Meso’s arm and leaps at Meso, his sword back and ready to strike. On Mecha-Meso’s head, two gun turrets pop out from the sides. They fire at Rook, and Rook is hit and sent flying down to the ground. He loses grip on his sword and it is sent flying away from him. He lands on his back and as he does he flips backwards, ending up resting, injured, on one knee.

Mecha-Meso fires from its turrets once again at Rook. Rook leaps backwards, barely avoiding the shots, spotting his sword just a few feet behind him. He makes a grab for it, but as he does Mecha-Meso opens his mouth and launches a rocket from it. Rook jumps out of the way of the rocket, and there is an explosion just inches in front of him, where his sword was. Rook is sent flying back from the impact of the explosion and lands on his back. Mecha-Meso looks down on him looming, mouth gaping open.

Meso: See, pure strength in this game is pointless. I don’t understand why anyway would waste their time getting stronger when they could be learning how to make bigger and better crafts. They alone could take down any amount of strength you could ever learn. But, unfortunately, I suppose this is all coming to you to late.

Another rocket fires from Mecha-Meso’s mouth. Rook leans over, bracing himself for the impact. As the rocket approaches, a red stream cuts straight through it. Oscar appears from the stream.

Ira: If I’m so slow, then why are you having such a tough time?

Ira: I’ll admit, I’m not nearly as tough as the other Spidersilks, after-all, I mostly just a spy for them. But you’re so weak from all the fighting you’ve been doing since you got here; you’re not even a match for me.

Ira: But don’t feel bad, you’ve done far better against us then anyone who’s ever tried before. I’ll see to it that Meso gives you mention in our victory speech when we’re receiving the prize money.

Iricryo: You talk big, but you’ve not hit me with a single shot yet. And it’s only a matter of time before I get you.

Ira: I’ve only been playing with you so far. I’ll stop now, if that’s what you want.

She leaps backwards from the fight, disappearing into the shadows cast by nearby buildings.

Iricryo: Huh, what the hell, she vanished? Is this more illusions?

Ira: I’m afraid there are no illusions this time.

Oscar: What the hell is this thing, anyway?

Meso: It’s Mecha-Meso, my ultimate creation, the strongest of my…toys…I’ve ever built. How do you like it?

Meso: Yes…it is pretty cool, isn’t it?

Rook: Uh, Oscar, this guy’s the leader of the Spidersilks. You don’t want to be making friends with him.

Oscar: You’re the guy who’s in charge here! You’re the one responsible for everything that’s happened here! You lure innocent players here just so you can trap them and kill them! You don’t play fair!

Oscar: Why you…get down from there! I’m going to kick your ass!

Meso: You’re a very blunt person, aren’t you? Straight to the point. I like that. But, unfortunately, if you want to get me down, you’re going to have to get through my Mecha-Meso first.

Oscar: Fine by me! I’m going to teach you a lesson for what you’ve done here!

Rook: Calm down, Oscar. You’re not going to be able to take him like this, and I can’t find my sword so I won’t be of any help. We should retreat for now, discuss strategy and come back.

Meso: Let’s put that confidence to the test.

Mecha-Meso swings his sword down at Oscar, going to crush him. Oscar charges straight at the sword, arm outstretched.

In a red glow, Oscar cuts straight through Mecha-Meso’s sword, continuing through Mecha-Meso’s arm and even cutting a little bit into his chest.

There is an explosion of sparks and fire and Mecha-Meso collapses in the direction of severed arm. Meso leaps from it in time to get away from the largest explosion.

Rook: I can’t believe it…he did it…

Oscar: They were right, a move really does get stronger the more times you use it. That went a lot farther than it went before.

Meso looks over at his destroyed creation, then looks back at Oscar, tears swelling in his eyes.

Meso: How could you…how did you…you cheat! That machine was made of the strongest material in the entire game! There is nothing that can cut through it! That’s what made it so indestructible!

Oscar: Well, these Gloves of Tenshirou I’m wearing…

Oscar: They give me a special power that any attack I activate with them can cut through any substance, no matter how tough. So…I guess it was bad luck on your part, eh?

Meso: Oh…I see…gloves specifically designed to cut through anything…that’s why it was able to cut…

Meso: What…are the fucking odds…I can’t believe this…of all the…talk about bad luck…

Oscar: So now that I broke that thing, are you ready for a real fight?

He points behind Oscar, a shocked expression on his face. Oscar looks behind him and Meso takes off around the corner. Oscar continues to look.

Oscar dashes around the corner after him. Rook digs through a pile of rubble, finally he sees a glint in it and pulls his sword out of it. As he does, Sarah finally comes onto the scene.

Sarah: God, that Oscar…runs so fast…

Sarah: Oh, hey…uh…did Oscar come through here.

Rook: We have to hurry if we’re going to catch up.

Oscar is running down a long corridor with high walls on both sides and only a narrow pathway in front of him. As he nears the end he stops, spotting Meso, surrounded by a bunch of human-sized robots, standing confidently at the end the corridor.

Meso: You broke my best toy, but I have many more where that comes from. Allow me to introduce you to my Mechanical Man Squadron, a group of robots I designed for just this situation.

The eight robots spread out from Meso, taking a formation in front of him.

Oscar: Dead end after this, Meso! Once I break through these things you’re mine!