Inez stood behind the turntable, bouncing up and down and nodding her head. She scratched and mixing the techno song currently playing, and began to play an even louder and more fast paced. She picked up the mic and shouted into it, "Are you ready, Portland?"
The crowd chanted in unison, "Derrick, Derrick!"
"Enough build up," She yelled out with dramatic flair, "It's time for Derrick the DJ!"
Derrick stepped forward, just slightly out of Etienne's range and cracked his knuckles.
"He's stalling," Etienne thought to himself, "He's going to hold me off for as long as possible the let Inez finish me off with her accumulated strength. I'm just barely matching up with her at twenty-six minutes, I'm scared to see what she could do at thirty-six. I have to end all of this as soon as possible…"
Etienne drew his sword and thrusted at Derrick's chest. Derrick caught it in his hands, struggling for a moment with him.
