A/n Sorry about the horrible, glaring grammar errors last chapter, forgot to reread when I posted. Hopefully this chapter came out better. I could use some beta readers though. And some reviews, PLEASE!

Disclaimer: I don't own Claymore

"Let's begin shall we?" The man smirked, his body radiating confidence he should have no right to posses.

It was probably the sword. Any man who could swing that thing would have a bit of an ego.

Or it might have been the fact that he had used that sword to stop a blow from the former number two, in her awakened . A feat that should be impossible for a normal human. Hell, it would have been difficult for most warriors to do.

Either way, Agasa was righteously pissed now, it was just too much, first those seven bitches, who came from no where, thoroughly spanked her.

How else would you describe being ripped in half over and over until she was left to this pitiful state?

You know, a naked woman forced to hide behind a warrior posing as a blind nun.

And when she had tried to rip one of the bitches apart, this little bastard had robbed her the pleasure of a suicide kill! This man holding her off was THE MOST HUMILIATING THING OF THEM ALL!

Her arm muscles bulging to disgusting proportions, she hurled the man away from her, sending him tumbling through the air.

"LOOKS LIKE,"Agasa said in a demonic voice, "YOU WEREN'T SUCH TOUGH SHIT AFTER A-!" the words died in her throat as the hooded man spun in midair, his feet impacting the side of a building, causing it to crater slightly.

Time seemed to pass sluggishly as the man slowly (seemingly) crossed his arms in front of him, his great sword angled slightly behind him. And then...

The wall exploded outward as the man blasted toward the beautiful monster, his body nothing but a blur to the naked eye.

But with her eyesight being a hundred times greater than that of a humans, Agasa was easily able to keep track of him in the air. That this human thought he could keep up with her was both infuriating and pathetically amusing. She flexed her claws, ready to send this man to the hell he so justly deserved...

...When he disappeared.

Not a second later Agasa felt her back open up, and erupted in a fountain of purple ichor.

"Im...possible..."

-Claymore-

Miria couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was presented with as fact because it had to be wrong, there was no way...

...No way a human could move like that!

But at the last second this man had touched one foot on the ground, changing his direction and sending himself veering to the right, only to kick off the ground back towards the Awakened Being, touching the ground a third time to get a nice spin, and sent his blade ripping through the beasts back, scoring a critical blow.

In the blink of an eye.

Even to the "Phantom" Miria, the woman who could move so fast as to appear in several places at once, it was pretty damn impressive.

But, it would take more than that to kill something like Agasa. The beast spun around to attack the brave, (or insane) man with a fury that could shatter mountains, and sent swipe after swipe at the man, driving him backwards as he dodged, blocked, and parried the blows, sparks flying off his blade with each hit.

Miria wanted to jump in, to Mirage right over and get the foolish man out of harms way, an inexplicable urge to protect this man, to aid him, to thank him for saving their Tabitha. But something held her back. Some will was keeping her from acting. Sparing a quick glance at her comrades, she saw them in similar states.

Yuma looked both horrified at the thought of a human fighting something like Agasa, and awed at the fact he was holding his own.

Agasa swiped at him twice more, increasing the tempo of her blows, battering against his blade. But the man matched her step for step, and was able to ward every attack away from his person.

Cynthia was worried for the poor man, after his amazing first hit he was constantly being pushed back.

The man slid back slapping one hand to the ground to control himself. Before he could fully stop he had to bring his blade up once more to stop another hit. The sheer force behind it knocked him backwards, launching him off his feet.

Tabitha would have winced if she wasn't so shocked and amazed the man was still alive.

He spun in the air again so his feet hit the wall instead of his head, and he bounced back, swiping his sword twice across her shoulders as he sailed over her, landing with a roll behind her. Once again she erupted in a fountain of purple blood, the strength in arms now decreased significantly.

Helen grit her teeth. "Come on, come on..." she was muttering under her breath, "Keep it up, keep going..."

Suddenly Agasa lashed out with a mighty kick, knocking his sword to the left.

"Shit," Helen grit out.

Miraculously he maintained his grip on his blade and moved with it, turning his spin into a swipe that forced Agasa to jump back.

Even Deneve was into the battle, as she leaned forward slightly, her whole body tense.

He slashed horizontally, forcing her to duck. He followed up with an downward chop, forcing Agasa to cartwheel away, but allowing her to throw a kick that the man barely blocked, forcing him backwards again. Separating them.

Clare was the most animated. Her posture, her facial expression, everything about her was screaming her desire to kill Agasa, to aid the man...

To protect him.

They rushed again at each other, unleashing a flurry of blows at each other, while simultaneously parrying their opponents blows.

Galatea had a confused expression, being blind after all she didn't know what was happening except Agasa was practically bleeding Yoki energy.

Agasa knocked the man backwards.

Clarice, the current number 47 could only watch in awe.

He slid to a stop and barely got his sword up in time for a guard.

Miata was riveted.

Agasa roared as she flew forward, her hand digging a trench in the ground. It then exploded upwards from it's rocky sheath, blurring up towards the man's blade.

His eyes widened.

A loud impact shattered all of the nearby windows, and then a ripping noise was quickly followed by stench of blood. The man cried out in pain. His guard had been shattered. Agasa slammed his blade upward forcing his arms above his head, and then slashed his midsection with her other arm.

Yuma's expression become unadulteratedly horrified

Deneve's eyes widened.

Helen screamed, "NO!"

Cynthia cried out.

Tabitha could only stare in a horrified stupor.

Miata's eyes widened.

Clarice unconsciously hugged Miata closer.

Galatea's confusion turned to fear for whoever was injured.

Miria felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.

Clare's expression promised carnage the likes of which had never been seen before.

-Claymore-

The man was sent sliding backwards, a trail of blood following him. Finally coming to a halt several feet away, he dropped to one knee, coughing, one hand holding his abdomen tightly trying to stem the blood loss.

As one, the Ghosts of Pieta launched at the awakened being; drawing swords, twisting arms, preparing their assorted techniques so as to completely and totally wipe that bitch off the face of the earth.

Agasa rushed the man, and closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. As she raised her claw to finish the battle, to slaughter this fool so she she could revel in the taste of his guts. Never noticing the seven harbingers of death at her back.

Nor the one she was rushing so blindly at.

Wrapped so single mindedly in her assault, she didn't notice the shift in his feet, nor the tensing in his leg muscles. So enthralled by the scent of his delicious, warm blood, she failed to notice how little had actually left his body. And as she was so distracted by the glory of her kill, she failed to notice the smirk on her preys face.

She did notice it when he ducked, causing her claws to slash the top of his hood apart, exposing his sandy hair to the world, and suddenly her eyes widened in fear.

For though she was an Awakened being, among the greatest of the worlds monster's, in her current form she still had the anatomy of a human.

And so the air was blasted from her lungs as the man's right shoulder rushed forward to meet her, ramming her solar plexus, lifting her off her feet slightly. The man then wrapped the arm the shoulder was attached to around her slender waist, took a step forward, and tossed her into the air, right into the path of the approaching ghosts.

Agasa's last living sensation was that of her body being ripped apart.

Her next was of the fires of hell, if you believe in that sort of thing.

-Claymore-

Normally after killing an awakened being, Clare flicks the foul blood off her sword, sheaths it, and then retreats to the back of the ground, letting the more charismatic, (relatively), members of the group do the talking.

But not this time, not when this man stood in front of her, so familiar, and yet so different at the same time. His face, his smell, his hair, they were so like the person she searched for, it was painful. But his body was so different, he was so tall, he couldn't be the small boy that used to follow her around.

Could he?

The wind picked up, making his shoulder length hair dance lazily, lifting his bangs slightly.

Clare's claymore fell from her now limp grasp, her whole body having gone numb. There it was, where it had always been, the unmistakable proof.

The diagonal scar on his left eyebrow.

It really was him.

The man's face split into that oh so familiar smile, his eyes that oh so familiar brown.

"It's been a while, Clare."

"Raki..."