The Battle of Legends

The peace was rapidly deteriorating as countries began to push back against the NWO. War in Europe broke out, sending clear messages to the NAE and their ally, be ready.

However, things got interesting, when an NWO scouting vessel landed in D.C. Out stepped the NWO Assassin, and to meet him, was a well-prepared Ghost of Ottawa.

"Look, I'm not here to..."

"Let's get this rematch underway."

The Ghost shot the Assassin's rifle out of his hands and engaged him in combat. The Assassin took it as a there was no surrendering. He drew his knife and engaged the Ghost. Neither side was backing down. Fist for fist, shovel against switchblade. To bystanders, it was an even match, but it was far from that. The Ghost had spent most of his time training and running the military. He'd been in real combat before; nobody was going to interfere with his dream of returning America to the glory she deserved.

The Korean Era military issue shovel's blade made contact with its serrated blade against the Assassin's chest, tearing into the man before him. The Assassin reeled back only to fall over. The Ghost grinned behind his mask, and flicked blood at the concrete, the shovel's blade glinted in the sun as it made impact with its flat side against the Assassin's kneecaps, face, head, and chest.

"You made a grave error coming here."

The Assassin looked up at the Ghost, upon his back was pinned the American Flag, pre-NAE. The Ghost stomped his foot down onto the Assassin's chest, raising the shovel in the air.

"THIS IS OUR HOME, AND THESE COLOR DON'T RUN."

By this time, he'd drawn in quite the crowd, all of which were cheering as their hero had defeated a bastard of the NWO.

"Finish him, Ghost!"

"Kill him, Ghost!"

"No! Instead, I will give him a beating, then hand him over to the Intelligence agency, probe him to find out what he knows, then, we'll execute him."

The Ghost dropped his shovel, bloodying his hands against the Assassin's face and chest. each punch felt as if a hammer was swung full force into him. The Assassin tried to block the attacks but found himself far weaker than the Ghost.

The Ghost looked to the crowd, who was now chanting kill him, kill him!

"Any last words, Assassin?"

"The NWO....Final Reich shall emerge...stop them."

The Ghost glared at him but determined what he had to say to be true. The IA grabbed then took the Assassin away for interrogation. The battle was over, and the Ghost had emerged victorious.