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Battle Hardened

Chance felt the wind go past him as he flew toward the Orson Building. Looking up, Bright was not standing on the edge like before. 

"It'll be just you and me now Chance." Hardin warned from inside of Showdown as he and Chance were arriving at the top of the building. "All your other friends are back there in Morissey, and Valefar's out of the question."

Chance landed on the surface of the building's roof. It was surprisingly round, although the giant H in the middle indicated that helicopters were a thing for the media here. 

"What's the H for?" Hardin wondered. 

Right, you're from the Old West. Chance thought. 

"Basically, we've invented machines that allowed us to fly in the sky, but it'll be developed even more as time goes by." Chance spoke. If ever time does go by once this is all over. 

"Man can fly now!?" Hardin echoed loudly in Chance's head. "Hoooey! That's really something. I must have missed a lot after my death."