Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any other familiar characters that may appear due to merging of realities but Kamala, Greg and demons or devils that appear are mine.

Chapter 3

Kamala continued to chuckle to herself, her hands placed on her curved hips. She glanced around indifferently at the demons that circled impatiently waiting to get their mangy claws on the flesh of those behind her.

She glanced sidelong at the huge beast that recovered itself holding the huge hammer within its firm grasp. It glared at Kamala shuffling forward slightly, crouching ready to attack.

Kamala grinned, a pair of canine teeth grew slowly, elongating to needle sharp points. She gnashed them together comically as she continued to grin. The monster froze eyeing her wearily, a worried frown crossing its horrid features.

"Now Matsumoto," she said in mock seriousness, "You can either do this the easy way or the hard way, it's up to you."

The monster picked up its hammer and growled defiantly shuffling a little closer.

Kamala sighed theatrically and shook her head.

"I thought that might be the case," she suddenly grinned maliciously, "Great, what fun."

She then made a show of removing a hair band from her wrist then proceeded to tie back her long dark hair into a pony tail leaving the blonde lock of hair dangling down the side of her face. She then whipped off her black leather jacket exposing her naked shoulders. She turned to Chase Young and threw her jacket at him.

"Hold this would ya for me pretty boy?" she asked as he deftly caught it with one hand scowling at her, but made no effort to respond.

Behind him Raimundo sniggered to himself and Chase Young growled, his eyebrows twitching with repressed malice. Omi looked up at the Heylin warrior with an innocent expression, "What did she mean by 'Pretty Boy'?" Without warning Chase Young knocked the young monk backwards into his fellow monk, Clay. Raimundo, Clay and Wuya snorted with laughter whilst Omi lay at Clay's feet dazed. Chase gritted his teeth trembling gentle with anger.

"Come on Devil boy make my day," Kamala sneered beckoning him with her hand.

The Devil straightened and barked. Kamala looked suddenly disappointed then turned her attention to the demons with small smile on her rosy lips.

The demons advanced on her snarling and yapping like a pack of hungry dogs.

"Shouldn't we help her?" Clay asked out loud.

Wuya looked at the cowboy, "Don't be stupid, does it look like she needs help!"

Clay looked at the witch from beneath his ten gallon hat then the young women who had a self confident look on her face.

"I think you're right," Clay agreed.

Soon Kamala was completely surrounded by scabby demons all snarling and hissing impatient to get their itchy claws on her and rip her limb from limb.

One of the demons suddenly leapt for her mouth agape and claws extended. She grabbed it by the head and in panic the demon lashed out with one of its legs which Kamala caught gracefully with her free hand. With a great yank she tore the demon in half as if it were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. Green blood spurted everywhere covering the stone floor. The body halves she held in her hands exploded into green goo that landed on the floor with a huge splat.

"Juicy," she whispered to herself.

The group gasped taking a step away from the green puddle staring at Kamala in horror.

Another two demons blindly leapt at her only to be smashed together exploding into a mass of green gore all over the stone floor.

Chase Young looked in disgust at the mess on his once clean floor.

"I'm not cleaning it," Wuya said disdainfully.

"Woman bet," he replied with a low growl.

Kamala looked at the floor indifferently and with a wave of her hand the green gore swirled together to form a globulous sphere that bulged and pulsated above her hand.

Another demon jumped and she ducked forward gracefully. She hitched up her tube top slightly before the demon turned and attacked again. She grabbed its arm slamming it into the ground with a resounding crunch. Holding up its arm with one hand whilst the globe of green blood floated above the other, she slowly raised her foot placing it on the demon's head. The demon squirmed vainly and squealed piteously in fear. A look of pure hatred contorted Kamala's delicate features and she pushed her foot down on its head. The demons squeals of fear quickly turned to screams of pain as her foot drove straight through its skull. The demon's body collapsed in to a puddle of thick green blood that rose to join the shining green globe.

As Raimundo watched, he wretched and struggled to control himself. Omi turned his back on the horrific scene his face sickly white and he trembled violently. Clay pulled down the brim of his hat over his eyes so that he too did not have to watch. Raimundo, despite being sickened by the sight, found himself unable to take his eyes away. He quickly looked up at Chase Young and Wuya who watched almost mesmerized. Raimundo returned to look at the tall women and for the first time since she appeared from the mist and noticed that the lock of blonde white hair was actually glowing gently. He gaped in awe; he had never seen anything like it.

Another demon attacked her but was sent hurtling across empty space and as it hit the ground it tumbled over and over till it finally landed in a heap before getting up and shaking itself like a wet dog.

Kamala held out the globule of blood at arms length and sucked in a lungful of air.

Raimundo watched and thought she intended to spit at the ball but then, as she expelled air, a plume of flickering orange flame erupted from her mouth engulfing the sphere of green blood; setting it alight.

The remaining four demons eyed the flaming ball wearily and kept their distance. They continued to snarl and yap impatiently but fear held them where they were.

The devil who watched in the background growled impatiently. He shouted suddenly in a harsh guttural language that startled the demons. They fell about themselves torn between fear of the devil they served and the fear of Kamala. In desperation one of the demons made a mad dash at Kamala.

A globule of flaming blood detached itself from the main sphere reducing it in size, and rocketed towards the incoming demon. The moment the two objects collided the demon burst into flame, its flesh burnt away; flakes of burnt flesh covered the floor.

The globe of blood separated into three smaller globes and hurtled towards the three remaining demons that bolted for the exit as fast as their sinewy legs could take them.

With out warning they burst into flame as the flaming balls caught up with them. Their bones clattered noisily to the floor and the singed flesh floated to the floor like diseased snowflakes which carpeted the stone like a blanket.

Dusting off her hands in a matter of fact manner she turned to the devil whose face was contorted with rage.

"Is that the best you got," she taunted the already dangerously furious devil.

It suddenly charged with blinding speed leaving streams of flame in his wake. It heaved the hammer above its head and slammed it down to crush the young women who smiled with self confidence.

Before it hit her she grabbed the face of the hammer and ripped it out of the devils hands. He stared, stunned, at his empty hands as kamala kicked him deftly in the stomach. The devil clenched its stomach coughing and spluttering droplets of saliva on the floor.

Kamala looked at the hammer with great interest flipping it over in her hands as if it were nothing more than a light pebble. She looked at the side of the hammers head and grinned. On the side was a small inscription written in spidery font that was scratched into the surface of the dense hammer.

"Who ever shall wield this great weapon of war shall wield the power of the gods within thine hands," she intoned sarcastically. She chuckled and looked over at the devil that was still crouched cradling its stomach.

"Where did you get this interesting toy?" she asked striding over to the devil.

"My master," it wheezed, glaring suspiciously at Kamala.

Kamala came up beside the devil, grabbed a handful its electric blue hair and jerked it backwards roughly. Even with the creature on its knees it was still taller than she was.

She pulled its head back so far that it's back arched dangerously. Its face contorted with pain and it clenched its teeth trying not to howl.

"And who would your master be, aye?" Kamala asked with a growl hefting the hammer so that it rested on her shoulder.

The devil grunted, "Why should I tell you scaly?" the devil growled stubbornly.

Kamala grinned twirling the hammer like a ladies umbrella. "Well because I generally would be interested to know but seriously I could kill you but then you won't be able to tell me who your master is and you won't be able to give your master my message."

The devil glanced sharply at the women. "What message?" he asked slowly with a hint of panic.

Kamala was about to reply when an explosion resonated sending rocks cascading down the walls. A strange whirring noise filtered through as a dozen or so robots flooded in. they had no legs but hovered above the ground by some mysterious technology. Their arms ended in sharp metallic claws and they looked as if they had strange flat hats on their head.

The whirring noise grew louder and a gothic boy with a long black coat and red hair flew in using a helicopter like device with two propellers. He laughed manically to himself.

He landed not to far from where the monks stood with the witch and Heylin warrior. They all rolled their eyes in disgust.

"What do ya want Spicer?" Clay asked in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Hand over the Wu Xiaolin losers!" he demanded pointing a threatening finger in their direction.

Kamala let go of the devil suddenly losing interest in him and eyed the Goth boy curiously. The devil flumped backwards and lay there dazed. Kamala grinned wickedly and strode over to the boy with the hammer dangling at her side.

"You boy," she half shouted, "what's your name?"

The Goth boy jumped and peered at the women with crimson eyes.

"Jack Spicer," he replied eyeing her apprehensively. She came up and circled him like a vulture, humming and growling to her. Spicer eyed her and gulped nervously. "What you lookin' at?" he asked rudely with a slight hint of panic.

She pinged the curious goggles he wore on his head making him yelp in pain and surprise.

"You remind me of someone," she said in a quiet thoughtful voice. Then as if a thought dawned on her, realisation shone in her eyes and she looked at each person carefully. She looked at each and every ones faces in turn taking in the details of their appearances carefully as if trying to decide something.

"Oh really, ha ha," the Goth boy laughed uncertainly his voice noticeable rising a few octaves.

Kamala looked down and spotted the young girl in the arms of a young boy with dark brown hair. The girl's skin was pale and tinged with green. Her eyes narrowed and she went to have a closer look. This one was definately familiar to her and a stab of pain pinched her stomach to see the girl in this paralytic state.

Unnoticed, back where it lay sprawled on the floor, the devil recovered itself once again. It looked up and watched as Kamala inspected the other mortals. He looked at the mortal boy with red hair and wearing a long black coat. It instantly recognised him. It leapt to its feet and charged the boy intending to tear him to pieces.

The boy screamed girlishly as the devil ran towards him. Kamala whipped round with a gasp of shock and disappeared in puff of mist reappearing in front of Jack Spicer a split second later who let out another ear splitting scream. Kamala tossed the hammer at the devil, who, smoothly dodged it and threw a lightning fast fist which Kamala dodged. Kamala then jumped on to the devils back and dug her finger nails deep into its flesh like cat claws so that she held fast. The devil let out a terrible roar and flailed its great arms around trying to catch the women on its back. She climbed up and grabbed its forehead with one hand and dug her nails of her other hand into its shoulder. The devil continued to roar and stumble around with everyone moving fast to get out of its way.

Kamala lent close to the devils ear and whispered in a low deadly growl, "Here is my message for your master creature of hell. I shall continue my crusade against your kind and what ever your master is planning I shall be there to stop him. I will always stand my ground and I will always be here to the END!" With that she sunk her canines deep into the devils neck who screamed in rage and pain: howling like a wounded dog. Green blood oozed and dribbled out of the corners of Kamala's mouth as she sucked in deep draughts.

Jack Spicer again screamed and fainted landing on the floor with a heavy flump. The others recoiled in horror as they watched the devil slowly go pale and weakly fall to its knees.

Kamala unlatched her teeth leaving behind two deep holes oozing thick green blood. Her eyes shone with a demonic red light briefly before returning to a steely grey. She lent towards the devils ear again and whispered in a deadly, reptilian hiss, "And that was a reminder for you and how close you came to death!"

She pushed the devil forward so that it fell on its face with a dull thud. She straightened to a standing position and walked down the devils back and over its head.

She walked over to where Jack Spicer was sprawled on the floor and yanked him to his feet where he swayed unsteadily.

She turned to the group who stared at her wide eyed with horror. Raimundo clutched Kimiko tighter and glared at the women as if to warn her to stay away by just looking at her.

The devil slowly pushed itself off the ground and struggled to stand upright. It weakly stood up swaying precariously looking considerably sick. It looked up at Kamala from underneath its shaggy blue eyebrows its eyes glowing with a dull light.

Kamala turned her body somewhat to look at the demon with a menacing scowl; hatred etched into each dimple and wrinkle as she frowned.

"Get out of my sight," she growled loudly, "Before I really do kill you!"

With that the devil chanted quickly in the same harsh language as before and disappeared in a puff of black smock; the reek of sulphur and brimstone was palpable.

An awkward silence fell within the courtyard, all eyes were on Kamala.

Kamala looked up to glance at the young girl that lay in the boys arms. From where she stood she could already hear the young girls breathing become laboured and her heart beat slowing.

Kamala slowly walked over and knelt beside the young girl concern clear on her face. The dark haired boy pulled her away from Kamala as if he were afraid.

Kamala looked at him with a sympathetic expression, her eye colour changing from a cold metallic grey to a warm grey. The boy loosened his grip unwillingly and Kamala pulled down the collar of the girl's shirt which revealed a bite mark that was coloured green with veins clearly showing and the wound slowly oozed green puss.

"What does that mean?" the boy asked in a Brazilian accent.

Kamala touched the tissue around the wound tenderly feeling it spring back like a sponge.

"It means that a demonic poison is coursing through her veins slowly killing her," She told him bluntly.

The boy gasped and a seriously worried expression crossed his young features. His two friends came over to look but kept a healthy distance from Kamala.

"Its going to be okay, I can help," Kamala said trying to comfort the distressed young boys. "What is her name?" she asked quietly.

Hesitantly the young Brazilian boy told her it was Kimiko and Kamala placed her hand gently on the girl's forehead and the other over her heart.

Raimundo took in a sharp breathe as he looked down at the women's hands. They looked normal enough if it was not for the finger nails that shone and reflected light like glass. He glanced at her face and she stared right back blankly. Raimundo shivered a little under her gaze before she closed her eyes. Raimundo looked at Omi and Clay for reassurance before looking back down at Kimiko's pale face.

Kamala pushed out her thoughts into the girl's mind sending out a searching thought.

Kimiko She whispered sending echoes through out the vaults of the girl's mind, Kimiko can you hear me.

The response was subdued but strong. Yes, yes I can, Kimiko replied, who are you?

My name is Kamala, Kamala replied, You are dying Kimiko and I need you to trust me to make you better again.

There was an uneasy pause before Kimiko said, I am dying, how?

Do not dwell on it but please trust me, Kamala insisted.

You will make me better? The girl asked uncertainly.

Yes I will.

Okay, thankyou Kamala.