The two brothers walked into the ancient library and took a look around. By the look of it, it hadn't been visited for a number of years.

"Such a mess brother, don't you agree?"

"Yes, it is quite messy. Maybe we should help clean up after finding that blasted book."

Hector raised his newly acquired left arm. It was that of a demon, it once belonged to a demon made of stone. It was a claw with cracks emitting a red glow. This arm had  replaced his old one, and to augment its powers he had imbued it with the souls of fire demons. This new arm had proved to be an adequate replacement for his old one. His brother had never gotten use to it and constantly stared at it. Hector took offense at this and often had to remind his brother about it. His brother had never met Tony and since the day that Hector had lost his arm had been eager to meet him. Hector's brother, Antenor, waits and longs to fight Tony and prove his superiority, but their sister Penthisileia has claimed that she is the one to best Tony. The siblings often quarrel over this matter, but it was decided between them that a compromise would be reached. Penthesileia would find Tony and bring him to Antenor. 

"Brother, do you think sister has already found Tony?"

"Knowing how slow she is, I would guess she is taking her time."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"That would be a no. It should have been easy to figure out."

Hector and Antenor continued to rummage through the many bookshelves. Hector had just been getting ready to move to the next bookshelf when he saw it.

"Brother! I have found it! I have found it!"

"Are you sure? That is the book?"

"Yes brother, it has all the characteristics. The text, it is here."

"Then, we must leave. Time to clean up brother."

"Yes I am in compliance."

Hector used the spirits in his arm and ignited the bookshelf nearest him, the flames would surely spread and consume the entire library. What a waste, all that knowledge would be forever forgotten and the authors never remembered. Hector and Antenor cared not about that, they only shielded the book in their possesion. 

"The ceremony can begin soon. Finally, we can be whole again." muttered Antenor under his breath

Penthesileia ran at full speed after a fleeing Tony. He had been nothing like the man whom Hector had described. He wore nothing but black and spoke little. The only things which she could recognize were the swords. They were unmistakeable. There was the two broadswords that were like twins, they rested on his back. Then, there was the katana at his side. The katana that should be hers, or at least that's how she saw it. She was him after all, Tony was merely his nephew. That was her main problem with this guy, he claimed ownership of her sword.

What is this, she had caught up with Tony. Penthesileia was but a couple feet away when she used her devil arm, Atlas. 

Atlas, an artifact from the demon realm, covered Penthesiliea's body with steel. She now had the appearance of being made from steel and having a metallic luster. She grabbed Tony's left leg and he fell. Tony was face down but was as calm as ever. Penthesiliea walked pver to the fallen Tony, and landed an axe-kick onto Tony's back. Before she could strike a second time however, Tony had rolled to the side and was on his feet. Where he had lain, there was a crater of small size left over from the missed kick.

If that would have hit me...

"Who are you?"

"Me? That hurts. You don't even know your own cousin?"

"Cousin... cousins don't try to kill each other."

"Well then I am Hector's sister. You do know him, don't you?"

"Yes I do. Last time we met he ran like a coward and couldn't face defeat."

 "Coward, wouldn't you do the same?"

"No, I would have accepted defeat and its consequences."

"How do you know that?"

"I know, because I have already died once."

Penthesiliea laughed at Tony's facial expression "The seriousness on your face makes you look oh so attractive." 

Tony gave her a cold look. "Attractive? Cousins aren't attracted to each other either."

"Well I am sorry if I am not a very good cousin." 

 Tony put his hand on the hilt of Rebellion. "Don't make me use this. Do you know what happened to Hector?"

"Oh, why yes I do. If I correctly recall, you severed his arm. He looked so pathetic when he came home crying. I had to beat the fear out of him."

Tony quickly drew the Yamato. Penthesilea looked at the sword, then at Tony with envy. Tony laughed. Penthesilea went into a fury and started throwing punches and kicking with lightning speed. Tony dodged every kick then jumped over Penthesilea. She couldn't turn around in time and Tony performed a downward slash, throwing into it all his strength. As soon as the blade touched her body, it was repelled with great force.

S**t!

The look on Tony's face betrayed his true feelings. Although he looked calm he was distressed by the fact that his prized sword wasn't working. Tony didn't have time to switch swords, unless he was willing to leave himself open. Penthesilea kept punching and kicking but each time was either blocked or dodged. Just as Tony put up his sword to block an axe kick, a sword made of magical energy appeared above Penthesilea's head. Soon she summoned an entire ring of swords around her so that Tony couldn't even get close. Then all the swords flew in Tony's direction. Tony was impaled by the summoned blades and flinched. In this brief second, Penthesilea landed a solid hit to Tony's face. Tony began to fall backward and dropped Yamato at the same time. Tony was on the floor and had no time to lose, he drew both his custom sword and the Force Edge from the holsters on his back and quickly got up. Penthesilea didn't mind, she simply picked up the Yamato and slashed in Tony's general direction. A bolt of demonic energy came from the sword and flew in Tony's direction. Tony was able to defend himself with his two swords, but the blast from the demonic energy sent him flying.

Tony was tired, but he couldn't show his cocky cousin. Penthesilea turned her back on him and started to walk away. Tony didn't like this at all. She had just stolen his prized possession and was walking away. The floating swords appeared once again and all impaled Tony. The pain was intense and he couldn't move.