"Leave me alone!" a child, just a teenager, yelled as he was being chased by three thugs. "Awww, come on, twig!" one of the thugs yelled after him as they chased him into a corner in an alley. "Not so tough now, are you, twig?" taunted the large man to the left. "Don't make me fight you!" the boy they called "twig" said as his arms turned into metal poles in a flash of light. "Awww ain't he cute, boys-aurgh!" the boss yelled as the boy slammed his right weapon-arm into his stomach, then his face. "Hey!" the other two said as they restrained the poor boy. "Let me go!" he yelled. "Stupid brat!" the boss whined as he got up. The boss then pulled out a large pipe and advanced on the helpless half-weapon half-kid. Suddenly, a feminine voice rang out saying: "no means no, boys"

"What the-" a thug asked before receiving a flying fox foot to the face. "Huh?" another said before getting chucked across the alley. "What the hell?" the boss yelled at the fox women who disposed of his men so easily. She responded by jumping into the air and saying: "Diamond Storm!" and sending a barrage of crystal shards at the unfortunate thug. The explosion could be seen by a mile, and was spotted by a certain meister and her friend.

"That was awesome! Who are you?" the boy asked his savior. "My name is Renamon. If you're alright then I guess this is goodbye." She responded "Wait! I'm a weapon! Look!" he yelled as he turned into a metal bo-staff "See?" he said. "Interesting… wherever I am, they have living weapons." Renamon thought "we could be partners!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Partners… Why does that sound familiar?" Renamon muttered to herself "What?"

"Alright then, I guess we're partners." Renamon responded. "Awesome, let's go!" he yelled. "What's your name?" Renamon asked this "partner" of hers "Me? Oh! People call me twig! You know because I'm a staff." Twig responded "C'mon, we've gotta go to the academy!" "The what?" The fox-woman asked "That thing!" Twig responded and pointed at a large building with a skull entrance and impossibly giant candles "Oh."

"What do you think Maka?" Soul, the living scythe asked his meister. "I don't know," responded the schoolgirl, hot-tempered meister, "I can't get a good read on it." She said as she watched the fox creatures' weapon transform into a staff. "I'm having trouble with finding her soul." "I heard them say something about the academy" Soul said. "I heard that too. But is she an enemy?" Maka responded "I don't know, but I think lord death should know about this." "Me too, let's go." Soul said, his face glinting in the blade.