ZetsumeiRyu: HAHAHA!!! FINALLY!!! Now you die... Goku.... *he walks in front of Goku*

Goku: No.... Not good....

ZetsumeiRyu: Prepare to die, Goku... *he looks back at Maya* Master, after I kill him, may I go after Juno?

~With Maya~
"finally the little bas@#%d going to DIE!" Dark Wolf stated
~Asia~
With amazing speed Sammule slashed 5 demons and they all fell dead.

ZetsumeiRyu: Very well... *he looks at Goku* Now... Die!!! *he punches Goku in the face, knocking him back into the wall*

Goku: AAAHHHH!!!! Grrr.... Jaden... I have no choice, I have to kill you.... Forgive me....

ZetsumeiRyu: Time to end this... *he grabs Goku by his head and gives a quick twist, snapping his neck, then he lights Goku on fire with a blast of Gouka* Farewell... *looks at Maya* I know this fight wasn't the most entertaining for you master, but I didn't feel like toying with him... *bows*

OOC: I'm so sorry for not posting earlier everyone! My internet was down for quite awhile there. O.o'

Suddenly a powerfully evil energy beam flew through that air at RD. Quickly running after the beam was a cloaked figure holding a darkly glowing scythe.

"Finally," Kalmar roared after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, "your head will be mine!"

----Xobelisk----

A darkened figure stepped before the Throne of Souls, bowing before it in reverence. The man's armor was black, but it was sleek and reflective. A full helmet adorned his head, but a red shaped V cut through the front of it. A sword hilt hung on his hip, very ornately designed but almost simple. A red oval floated above it, roughly where the blade should have been.

A cold voice floated through the chamber, deep and cold to behold, "What is your bidding, my Master?"

Edited by Fallen on November 17, 2006 at 21:03:58.

R.D. felt the energy streaking towards him too late. He turned, only for the blast to crash into him. The explosion sent him flying clear across the port, where he rolled across the ground.

Despite the pain caused by the attack, R.D. managed to get up, looking at the cloaked figure. "What the...? Who the hell are you!?" he shouted as he pulled the Phase Blade off of his left hip and activated it.

===Within Xobelisk===

Red serpentine eyes opened above the Throne of Souls and looked down at Daemonus.

Go to the human country of Italy. You will go to a city known as the Vatican. Somewhere in that city is one of the Seven Perfect Weapons. Retrieve it at once, Ziatoch commanded of His right-hand man, And bring it to Me.

The cloaked man raised his head to stare at the eyes before rising.

"Your will be done, my Master," his cold voice echoed throughout the vast throneroom.

The man then continued to stand in the throne room, his visor focused upwards.

Take any legion of creatures as you see fit, Ziatoch said, And destroy all who stand in your way. Go, my servant. Use the shadows.

With the command finished, the crimson eyes closed and Ziatoch's presence faded from the throneroom.

OOC: Yeah, definitely. XP

"It will be done," came the chilling reply as the figure turned and quickly strode from the throne room, the shadows apparently following.

"Damn it, not you again!" Matt shouted, drawing his blade. "I guess you didn't get the message the first time!"

"I told you child," Kalmar shouted as he continued to run after his prey, "this quarrel is between me and RD."

He turned his head to stare at Matt a moment before speeding on.

R.D. glared as the cloaked being ran at him. "Fine!" he shouted as he also charged at his assailant. As he neared, he swung the Phase Blade hard at the cloaked being.

Kalmar's glowing scythe came up to block the blow, effectively trapping RD's sword. Both of the combatants were mere inches away from each other.

"Do you have any wishes before I take your head, and redeem myself, boy?" he muttered into the boy's face, malice dripping from his voice.

R.D. was forced to use both hands to hold his Phase Blade. This enemy was strong; strong enough that it took all of R.D.'s might to hold him off.

"Oh, so you're not off to drag me to Maya?" the amnesiac teen growled, "Tell me who the hell you are!"

"Are we gonna stand around and let our friend fight this guy alone?" Matt asked, gripping his sword tighter.

"Hell no!" Hugo declared, pointing his pickaxe at Kalmar and firing.

Kalmar heard a commotion behind him, "Looks like your companions don't know how to stay out of other people's business," he muttered.

Suddenly a dark shield formed behind him, absorbing Hugo's shots.

"And as for your question," Kalmar said, turning back towards RD, "you will simply know me as Kalmar."

Maya? Who the hell is that? he thought as he snarled at the boy struggling in front of him.

Edited by Fallen on November 17, 2006 at 22:36:38.

R.D. tried to force the scythe away from him; it proved to be a futile effort. "Ugh... why are you after me!? Why aren't you trying to hurt my friends!?" he snarled at Kalmar.

He laughed in the boy's face, "You don't have any friends. Monster's don't have friends!"

Kalmar suddenly shoved the teen foward off of his scythe. He looked at it in despair, "And you scuffed my scythe!"

He turned to look at his quarry, "Now, you will certainly taste my blade," he uttered as his scythe glowed softly, then turned into his demonic sword.

R.D. looked at Kalmar coldly. "Fine. You and me, one-on-one," he said decisively. He took two quick steps towards the cloaked being and leapt forward while roaring, slashing his blade down hard at Kalmar.

Kalmar hunched down quickly, springing backwards to avoid the blow. RD's sword pierced and proceeded to slice through his cloak, leaving it in ruined tatters underneath him.

He arched through the air, landing hard on one knee, hunched over with his sword sticking out of the ground.

"Tell your friends to back away," his voice was cold and even as he lifted his head to stare at RD, "this is about to get gory."

R.D. looked down at the two halves of the cloak in shock. There was no way he could've avoided that. He held his blade ready beside him as he looked up at Kalmar, glaring.

Kalmar slowly stood to his full height, glancing down at the cloak in disgust before glaring back at the boy.

His eyes were almost completely red, except for a small black pupil in the middle. His skin was a very pale white, but his hair was jet black with platinum streaks in it. His right arm was completely covered, from a black leather glove on his hand, to a long sleeved shirt and a pauldron further up. His left arm was completely bare, his skin the same pale white color as his face, except black tribal tatoo's ran up his arm.

He wore light armor mainly comprised of black leather and chain mail underneath of that. His smile was cold and awkward, mostly from disuse.

"Your head will pay for my new cloak," he shouted and ran at RD with his sword in held out, bloodlust in his eyes.

Edited by Fallen on November 17, 2006 at 23:15:29.

Morph's body was shaking. He felt betrayed, utterly betrayed. First by Juno and then by Ryan and Dokuro, whom he had just met. His eye was twitching. It was never good when Morph's eye was twitching. A strange kind of power leaked out of him, it seemed. Morph held up his right hand, opened, and looked at it. A crystal could be seen embedded into the middle of his palm, a clear, rainbowy shine within it. He clenched his hand into a fist and cocked his head upwards. "This time, no mercy." He spoke angered, hateful. An strange aura formed around him, of all matter of unworldly colours. Then suddenly, a blast came from his body, sending rubble flying around them. "This time, none will survive!" He growled, as he shot forward and blasted a ball of silvery light at a fire demon.

"Let's try this AGAIN!" Matt shouted, dashing at Kalmar with shoulder foward, intending to tackle him.

"Hsien-Ko! Fastball Special!" Hugo ordered, running toward the jiganshi.

"Got it!" Scooping up the Mettaur, she flung him in a straight line at Kalmar, helmet leading the way.

Morph had gone into a frenzy, enableing him to become a living symbol of slaughter. He was a butcher, the riters his cutting tools, and the fire demons were his meat. Their litterally hot blood flew about the area as they were cut in half either horizontally or vertically, or simply exploded upon the impact of a powerful blast of silver energy being fired into them.

With a simple, clean stab, Morph finished off the last of the great horde of demons that had once been tormenting the environment. With a flick of his arm, the corpse of the demon was send flying, with an unknown destination...

...alright, let's just say that there happened to be shit. Dog shit to be exact.


Morph breathed loudly, though he felt no fatigue. The Nightmare Realm probably had altered him. Instead, he felt... powerful. Incredibly powerful indeed. He looked around him and grinned. "They better not underestimate me no more." He spoke to noone in particular.