Even in battle, Leila held herself just as elegantly as she always did, her body moving gracefully. While Lucy nearly clumsily dodged and swerved, the Finnish Diclonius moved as if dancing, as if to prove her aristocratic superiority to this lowly peasant. She literally danced, her vectors twirling in a display of murderous beauty. Two vectors crisscrossed, preparing to decapitate her foe which Lucy dodged only to be lightly tapped on the cheek by another vector. Lucy suddenly realized at that very moment how careless she had been, if that woman had wanted to do it, she could've killed her just like that.

The dance continued, too many vectors where Lucy could not find an opening to attack and could hardly defend and dodge. This was the Queen? Needless to say Leila as highly disappointed and more so fairly ticked that this peasant could be a Queen. Well she would easily rectify that foolish mistake. Lucy dodged the first three vectors, blocked the next one and to her horror found that the last one had a caught a grasp on her left arm. "Don't worry, Queen." Leila mocked, squeezing her ghostly fingers tightly. "I won't rip it off yet." The Queen of the Diclonius hardly had the time to scream before she crashed into the floor, leaving a large crack.

Lifting her up again, the dreaded act was repeated, again and again Lucy was slammed back and forth. Her opponent was too strong, too good, how could she win against this woman? At last Leila gave Lucy the mercy of a quick breather, letting her choke and struggle to get on her knees. "What's wrong Queen Lucy, you're not looking to good right now? I didn't expect much from a dirty peasant but I did at least expect the Queen to put up some sort of fight. Dirty peasants like you shouldn't even be allowed to live."

"Shut it."

This apparently caught Lahtela's attention. "What did you tell me? Peasant?"

"Just shut up." Lucy growled. "I am a peasant, I grew up in an orphanage, everyone hated me and was constantly mocked. You're right, I am dirty. I'm dirty with so much unnecessary blood that should never have been shed. You aren't any different from those orphans, so if you want, mock me if you feel like it. Right now I need to save my family, so get out of my way." This retort sent Leila into a silent frenzy, a snarl escaping her lips. "Dirty peasant! You aren't going to be living another minute."

"Maybe." Lucy said with a smirk, causing Leila to raise her eyebrows. "…But you won't be killing me, I won't be killed by a dirty whore like you."

Lucy could not have said a more degrading and insulting thing to the Finnish Diclonius. The beautiful woman snapped, becoming deranged and hate filled. "I'll tear your fucking head off you dirty peasant!" She shrieked, her body shooting off in a yet still elegant rush, though her face was hardly peaceful. Lucy shot forward as well, two women rushing in a blur of pink before the resounding crashes and booms as corporeal fists hit one another. Lucy fought with greater vigor, but her number of vectors and length was still inferior. Eyes widening, Lucy twirled her body in a quick twist, a vector barley missed clipping her heels and another cutting off a strand of her hair. Landing on her side, Lucy rolled back up, and then threw herself backwards to avoid the five arms that crashed where she had once been lying. Racing to the side, Lucy struck her on offensive which Leila repelled, sending her own as the two women viciously struck at one another. Lucy couldn't lose, she wouldn't lose, and by God she refused to lose.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!" It was roar of utter rage and contempt, the pure rage of a Queen wanting to save her love, and this bitch would not stop her! Nobody would stop her, it was a promise that she had made. She was the Queen, she was royalty and therefore different from Siplitets. There was a reason her vectors were considered the most powerful of all Diclonius. She clashed violently against the woman, eyes shaking with fury as her teeth ground together until at last, the spray of blood hit the ground. Blood, warm and sickly that had come from the dripping red gash on Leila's chest.

"Uh?" She seemed unable to speak. It wasn't a deep wound, but for Leila, to be touched like this by a peasant. "D-dirty peasant." She muttered, putting her hand to her chest and looking at the blood running through her fingers. "HOW DARE YOU!"

Lucy expected this reaction, but it didn't make the swarm of arms racing towards her any weaker. She defensively wrapped her arms around her body to avoid the more serious damage before she flung into the wall of the complex, spittle and blood gushing out of her mouth before sliding into a splattered Lucy's face as her powerful vector drilled Leila's gut, forcing its way through. Blind pain rattled the aristocrats mind and had she not put her own vectors out to slow Lucy's, she would be standing with a hole her chest right now. Blood leaked from the side of her mouth, teeth blaring with that illicit murderous intent. With a resounding crack, Lucy barely avoided death too. She was flung across the ground and hit the opposite complex with such force bright white stars sparkled in front of her eyes. For the second time she slid down the white wall, probably in the exact same spot as before and right as her feet touched the ground, she flew to the left. As expected, she managed to avoid the vertical slice that managed to clip the side of her shoulder, once again filling the outside with that stench of warm blood.

These two women, they were the epitome of m Lifting her head up, she saw the corporeal fist coming towards her face and she threw herself to the side. The concrete and metal exploded from the impact as Lucy's breath came in gasps, once again she had barely survived death. She had a knack of surviving. Leaving no chance for the woman to make easy pickings on her, Lucy struck herself. The attempted grab of her arms failed as she thought it would, but it didn't deter Lucy from carrying out her actions. When the single arm that was meant to puncture her chest missed, she shot three of arms to the side, sent one through the ground to catch her by surprise. Leila wouldn't allow such tricks to get her though, with a scream, she stopped them, and the ground. By the time she looked up, Lucy was right up in her face, a look of a true killer etched on the Queen's features.

Too close! Too close to avoid!

urderous beauty, two sides of two very opposite coins from the same chest. With every blow, Lucy is torn up, beaten and throw like a rag doll and every time she's beaten she rises to continue. Leila, she dances around, moving gracefully despite her fury as blood splatters from her wounds. These are Diclonius, an arrangement of chaotic yet beautiful synchronization that can only come from beings like them. Vectors twirl, spin, slice, dash break and defend constantly without stop, without fear and without regret. Lucy is fighting to save her family, Leila is fighting to protect her pride and because they both have a reason, they are allowed to fight. As long as a person has a reason, they are given the right to continue even if that reason is thought of as most foolhardy. When someone loses their reason, they give up their fundamental right to continue. So they attack, ripping through vectors and the ground as its ripped apart into a thousand pieces. Booms echo loudly when fists clash wildly and the venomous stares claw at each other's soul.

And then it stopped.

Surprisingly the chaos has paused.

Both woman panting heavily, Lucy literally moments from breaking down and begging to see Kouta. She's so miserable and poor, she really is a dirty woman with so much blood on her hands and when she tries to stop, this happens. She doesn't want to fight, she doesn't want to kill, she just wants to be held in the arms of the man she loves and live a life of blissful happiness if only for a few seconds. "Why?"

A simple question that completely caught Leila off guard.

"Why are you doing this? I just want to see him again, please."

"What are you begging for peasant?" Leila demanded at once.

"I don't want to fight or even kill you. I've done that too many times." Lucy replied sadly through her deep panting.

"You've got some nerve saying that at a time like this. I was told by Hector-Sama to kill you, and if I can earn his respect like that, then I'll obliterate you."

"Why serve him? Why work for that demented man!"

"DO NOT DARE DEGRADE HIS NAME WITH YOUR FILTHY TONGUE!" Leila shrieked with abhorrence. "A dirty peasant like you wouldn't understand at all the greatness of that man. He took me in even when I was a Diclonius, he saw the true potential in me that old bastard never saw!"


Born in a pristine castle in her homeland of Finland, Leila Lahtela grew up aristocracy lovingly adored by her mother and father. The day of her life were so precious and she saw the beauty in the world as a child. When she grew up, she didn't care about her horns or even her vectors, she only loved the beauty that she lived in, this glorious life that few others were allowed to get. Today she stilled curses coming to Japan, a sweet 20 year old woman just coming to visit and bring back memories for her parents. Then they came, rabid and wanting and before she knew it, her world had changed.

In just one short day she want from the princess to the dirty pauper, chained to the machine with that old, sneering man looking at her body like a disease. She, who always held herself the highest poise felt so dirty then. Nude, unwashed with hungry eyes starring longingly at her, it was the ultimate disgrace. She lived in a twisted world and then, just to destroy it completely, those bastards went and raped her. Alone, dirty and filthy with another hour passed from the arrangement of metal balls flung at her face, she should've noticed something odd when a current went through her body, effectively shutting off her vectors. Of course by then, it was far too late.

A sneering scientist came in and she honestly didn't know what he was doing. She had lived as pure being and she couldn't comprehend what he was doing. Nobody cared as her innocence was stolen from her that dreaded day. Raped, dirty and beaten, Leila didn't think her life would ever get better. She was the bottom, the lowest creature, the disease ridden woman no better than the worms in the ground. Then there was Lucy, oh they never met before obviously, she was far too important anyways. She was a peasant but instead, just because she was the Queen, she got special preparations. No, she was just a pathetic Siplitet in the lowest basement, crawling with disease, malnutrition and worst of all, completely and utterly hopeless.

Then, just as wicked death was ready to pluck her away, he came.

That chaotic grin on his face was something she could hardly forget.

"How are you doing, Siplitet Number 95, Leila Lahtela."

It was the first time since she had come to Japan that someone had used her real name. "What do you want?" She asked savagely.

"My name is Hector Havenfield."

"I don't care."

"Oh, that's too bad, I thought I could use your help." Hector said.

"…I won't help you. All of you…destroyed everything…" She sniffed.

"Why are you crying?"

"Why? Why do you think I'm crying you bastard! There's no reason for me to even live! Why don't you just do me a favor and just kill me!"

"…Leila Lahtela." Hector said, placing a surprisingly gentle hand on her cheek which kept her form lashing out on him. "When a person loses their reason, they lose their right to exist. They are not allowed to live, they are not allowed to breathe. They can no longer walk, see, hear or smell. Their eyes rot, their skin ages and they vanish. They no longer have the right to exist. Do you want to exist?"

"No." She whispered.

"…Have you lost your reason?"

"Y-Yes…" She whispered again.

"…Do you want me to get you out of here?"

"…Wh-what…d-d-did you say?"

"All I ask is that you help me out in this facility, as a diclonius you can be quite influential with the group that lives here. Someone like you would be excellent in this environment to work not under me, but with me. But if you've lost your reason, then there is nothing that I can or will do for you. I'm willing to pick you up, but you've got to be willing to give a reason for your existence. "

Starring into those wicked eyes, this chaotic man is the first one to see her as a person. With one curt nod of her head, Hector releases her restraints and she embraces him. She doesn't give a damn if he's the craziest son of a bitch in the world, he cared. He saw her as she truly was, and for that she'll never forget about him. He respected her, he cared, he got her out! This man, who would be regarded like a madman to everyone else, was her savior. She can never forget that he was the one who saved her and damn all those who go against him. Serving him, living under his wing, it's brilliant.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Repeated again and again, she only holds more tightly against this madman. Thank you! Thank you!" Tears spill from her eyes, clutching onto him, repeatedly thanking him for getting her out of the worst hell hole she had ever been in.

"I'll do whatever you want Hector-Sama. I'll follow any order you give me. I serve you faithfully until I die. Oh Hector-Sama…thank you so much!"

"Heh, I appreciate your support. There is no reason to use such honorifics in front of me, after all I see you as my equal. Now, let's get something for you to wear, it has been a while since you've worn clothes haven't you? Come on."


Since that day, she's been by his side, serving him faithfully as she promised. She sometimes questions his motives but she'll always and forever remember how he took her out when nobody else would.

With Yuka, Mayu and Nozomi trailing behind, Eneva was very lucky that she hadn't run into anybody. It would be unsafe to head down into the basement with these three and thought it best to head outside and let them get on one of the boats. Then she'd return and help this Kouta person.

Just as she was rounding the corner, she bumped into someone. "Damn it!" She cursed ready to kill but instead found herself shocked. "H-hey it's you?" She stammered at the man.

Relatus looked silently at her, judging and realizing why she familiar. "You are the girl who interfered in my fight with Lefenair." He replied calmly. "Do you know where she is?"

"No." Eneva replied strictly.

"…And even if you did you wouldn't tell me anyways. That's fine, I have nothing against you at all. The only person that I'll kill is Lucy, feel free to do whatever you please."

"What? Why would you want to kill her?" Nozomi squeaked.

"She murdered my younger sister and I promised myself I would end her life the way she ended Ericka's."

The sad thing was, they believed him. Lucy had changed or at least wanted to change but after all that had happened with her, they believed him. Lucy had told them about her brutal childhood and murders she had committed. "But Lucy's changed." Mayu piped in after the silence became too great. "She might have done some bad things in the past, but she's sincerely sorry now."

"Then she can apologize while she's facing judgment. My mind won't be changed and I won't be hindered again. I don't care about any other person in this facility except for her. Take your friends and get off the island."

Deciding it was best not to argue, another problem occurred in Eneva's head. Lucy's signature aura was currently clashing violently with another Diclonius energy. Obviously she was currently fighting Lahtela and she wasn't sure how long she was going to hold up against that woman. "Damn, Lucy's taking quite the beating." She thought disheartened. "I'll be wasting time right now."

"I'll take them back to the mainland." Relatus said casually.

"Huh?" Eneva gasped. "But I thought you were trying to kill Lucy?"

"I am, but getting these people off this island is also important. I'll take them back and then I'll return to finish what I started."

Eneva and the others were rather taken aback. "Thanks…I guess. You do know I'm trying to help Lucy right."

"I know, I have no ill will against you, these people or even Hector. I'm a selfish man who only cares about completing my revenge and while I won't let anyone stop me, I only seek the death of Lucy Lefenair. Nothing you say will stop me, but help her if you wish."


"Sir! Sir! They're escaping from the island with an unknown assailant!" The man yelled watching the screen along with Hector in his office. "Shouldn't we stop them?"

"No." Hector answered. "They have done their purpose, I only needed them to get Lucy here, besides I don't think the soldiers would do too well against The Wildcard."

"W-Wildcard?"

"That man holds a deep unrelenting grudge against Lucy for killing his little sister. He's such a unique case because he isn't part of my plan. He's got every right to hate Lucy for what she did, and Lucy who lived a life of such tortures has every right to believe that what she did was justified. Their tortured souls locked in a battle neither truly right nor truly wrong, a vicious battle of regrets.

It…is sensational.

He is but a human with human abilities. He only has his mind and his skills. He doesn't have vectors, he doesn't have a specialized gun or even telekinetic powers. Because of that, The Wildcard is absolutely spectacular because he represents absolute reason. He…is amazing."

"Director Havenfield, what about Number 22, certainly we should stop her."

Hector thought quietly to himself. "Good question, what shall we do with her. She could've lived a happy life with freedom and yet she came back to her own hell with the person she had fought earlier. Families, loved ones, friendship and compassion. All of it is so mysterious yet so wonderful, and with Lucy, I can finally have my long asked question. I planned this, not everything went as it was supposed to but I'll get the final conclusion anyways." With those words, Hector pressed a switch on his monitor, got up and walked out the doors.

"The boy and number seven should still be in the basement. We're moving them to the main ship on the right side of the island and move out west."

"What about you sir?"

"I'm going to pay dear Eneva a visit."


Lucy gathered another mouthful of air in her panting lungs, spat out a globule of blood and crisscrossed her arms around her body. The wind kicked around her, spinning the dust wildly while Leila, also tired and bruised spread her arms out to the side, letting the same ominous wind spread eerily around them. The aristocrat was beginning to wonder why this peasant was doing so well, how she had managed to fight her way through and actually hurt her.

"You're good." She admitted grudgingly. "I guess theirs is some point in you being the Queen."

"I'll take that as a compliment I guess." Lucy retorted. "But I'm curious, what do you see in Hector?"

"As if you would know. That man helped me, he got me out when I had nowhere else to go. I was stuck, so far deep I didn't think I could ever get out. When everyone else left me to rot, he picked me up and gave me hope!"

Lucy starred incredulously at her. If what she said was true, and she was a very good actress if it was false, than Hector, a man Lucy hated so much. A man who would dare try to capture and hurt her family. A man that sickened her to her very core.

…Then he was just the same as Kouta. A person who looked past such ridiculous things like horns and…dare she say it, care? She wondered if they were thinking of the same man.

"I regret that I believe he's become too paranoid. I'll give him an honorable and glorious death and I'll make sure his name is forever remembered."

Lucy opened her mouth to speak but only gasped when the brilliant shrill of Mayu echoed from the loudspeakers with such a vibration it made her skin throb. Enough was enough! "Get out of the way Lahtela! This fight is pointless!"

"Wrong! You are pointless." Leila yelled and once again the battle resumed. A furious clash of vectors that destroyed all but the two woman as the ground they stood on tore up and they found themselves dropping down to the first floor. Using their vectors as a balance, they slid down the side of the collapsing walls, glaring at one another then kicked off. Soaring at breakneck speeds, Leila twirled her body, Lucy avoid the swirl of arms and brought out one defensively in front of her face. Stifling her cries, Lucy's defense kept the vector from delivering a fatal blow, but Leila's attack still smashed heavily against her body. Keeping her mind as conscious as she possibly could, Lucy prepared herself for the impact.

*BAM!*

Hitting the ground, sending cracks through it and spitting up either blood or her very own soul, she forced herself to remain conscious. "Don't give up Kaede." She thought then twisted around, flipped onto her feet with her crimson eyes displaying a hideous disgust. Another crack as Lucy flew into the air and slammed her own vector in Leila's side. As with Lucy, Leila avoided bisection by using her vector to reduce most of the damage against her body.

Landing, neither one took a moment to breathe, instead that now very familiar sound of hands collided repeatedly. Leila danced around, throwing a display of power, rage and beauty as Lucy complied with a scene of strength, wrath and elegance. "Aaaaaagh!" Lucy's screams hit a new pitch. "Haaaaaa!" Leila's voice exploded. A single vector from each opponent came out, Lucy's in a vertical slice, Leila's horizontally.

*CLASH!*

Both hands struck at the very core and both woman felt the chaotic effects that pushed them backwards. When the smoke finally cleared, they stood panting, tired and bloodied.

"Hector's a madman to me." Lucy uttered. "I have nothing but contempt for him, but you don't do you? I…I honestly understand your feelings."

"!" Leila was so shocked she had nothing to say.

"You were in a horrible position just like me somebody helped you. I know exactly what that's like. I want to save my family and most importantly I want to save Kouta who picked me up when I was down. You're right I'm a dirty peasant and I really have no right to live, much less earn that love from him. I killed his father and sister and yet he still loved me! I just want to help him like he helped me!" Lucy cried.

"I…can't believe what I'm…" But whatever Leila couldn't believe would have to wait for at that moment a very loud rumbling could be heard. By the time they could register it, the ground explode with the force of a small bomb. Leila cried out, falling into the basement as Lucy jumped just in the nick of time and landed on the edge.

"A bomb?" She looked around but with the haze she couldn't find anybody. Leila was far too strong to have died from something like that but was grateful for the well needed break. They'd meet again, that was for sure, but for now she'd continue back up and find Hector. A man whom, for one slight moment was actually hesitant in killing. This hesitation soon shattering when she remembered those pain filled screams.


When Eneva finally came to the basement where the other Diclonius she couldn't find them. "Everyone! Where are the two people that were here?" She called out to her fellow species. "They took them away." One answered. "Something about taking them to a ship to the west."

"Shit." Eneva cursed. "I was too late." Just as she was about to leave she suddenly thought of something else. "I think it's about time you all got your freedom. Then systematically she began breaking the chains and with a loud cheer, that amazing feeling known as freedom spread through the Diclonius.

"Now we'll kill the humans for everything they did to us!"

"No!" Eneva yelled. "Humans aren't responsible for this. Most of us had human parents a lot were loved by them as well. My parents loved me. It's this damn facility and Hector. He's the problem, he's the one we should be angry at."

Her words ignite a rousing cheer from the others and Eneva thought she might as well continue. "Hector's a powerful man and it's pointless to try to deny it. You all know it to be true. That doesn't mean we can just let him have his way with us. Lucy, The Queen is desperately trying to save her family and lover, a human too. I think we should do the same for her."

The cheers hit a new octave, and Eneva felt very good about herself.

The cheers died down by slow repetitive claps. Slowly turning her head, Eneva and the others felt their blood chill on the very spot.

"That was a spectacular speech Number 22, Freza Eneva. You have now given me reason to believe that you are worthy of my admiration."

"H-Hector…Havenfield?"

"I commemorate your bravery and your reasons to protect Lucy and the others. Would you call them your…family?"

"…I guess." Eneva answered nervously, not really thinking clearly.

"Family is such an interesting word isn't it? You Diclonius are all so very interesting. People are so very interesting in this world. Now I believe you said you all were going to kill me. Feel free to try but for now I can't allow that. I've yet to see Lefenair myself and get that question answered."

"You're over confident." One of the Siplitets yelled. t

"No, I am just better prepared. Eneva I granted you your freedom you may leave, the rest will stay."

"Like hell they will." Eneva growled. "I'll…I'll stop you myself."

"Stop me? You certainly have the capabilities to kill me but do you…dear friend have the capabilities to resist this…?"

And Eneva felt something tightening around her throat. Not daring to move or retaliate just yet as if afraid she would antagonize him, Eneva waited with baited breath for the outcome. When she had seen his powers at work, watching him slaughter her kind, she and the others had always assumed it was like vectors. Instead she found out that it was vastly different. Sure the outcome was still the same, but the feeling was much different than the touch of a vector. It was tight and airless, like a vacuum on a singular point on her body.

"Let her go!" Brave words from her companions but instantly silenced as the same effect came over her body as well.

"What will you do…Freza Eneva? Death grips you in its fingers. Nobody has ever resisted my powers, I have killed many with this ability. What makes you so different from the rest? What will you do…?"

The power compressed onto her neck, forcing air out of her but keeping none in.

"…What will you do…?"

"Resist…" She said breathlessly, struggling and for the first time she began pushing back. A look of pure surprise crossed over the Director's face as he placed his powers over the others to keep them in line but found Eneva pushing back, resisting.

"I'll resist…" She growled. "I'll resist, and beat you! I'll do everything to resist, even if I die on the spot right now! I'll resist!

I'll resist!

I'LL RESIST!"

Then it vanished, the pressure while Eneva collapsed onto the floor in a heap of sweat. Hector remained motionless, eyes wide with surprise while the others also managed to collect their breaths though none of them suffered as Eneva had.

"Despite the overwhelming pressure of my abilities, you still managed to resist. You…"

And a smile spread over his face.

"…are all absolutely fascinating."

"Huh?"

"Defying me, resisting me, these are the wonders of reason. You are all so wonderful and amazing creatures. Humans and Diclonius are absolutely amazing creatures. Don't stop now!" He roared dementedly. "You've come this far, you Eneva Freza are the first one to resist me, don't stop now! You've come this far right now, finish it! I will not stop but it would be glorious if my death came from you. Come on! Do something! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

It was just like before, madness creeping through every vein with every syllable that he spoke despite his apparent hatred for being called mad.

With most either cowed or just plain confused, Eneva decided that now, was truly the time to finish it. So she would hurry…and she would kill him…but she wasn't quick enough. Through the unseen force the silver haired Diclonius slammed into the cell wall behind her, felt something around her ankle and tasted the rough ceiling soon after. Forget fighting, Eneva was doing everything to make sure her head didn't fly off. Whether through amazing will or just some unnatural reaction, she was capable of resisting Hector's powers. The problem laid in the fact that it was incredibly hard and more than likely, judging from the way he was smacking her around, had been going easy on her before.

"You resisted Eneva, come on! Come on and end this man's life where no other has been able to do it. You are worthy, you resisted, I won't stop! Come on! All that warm blood spilling from my wounds as my baited breath leaves my body. I desperately want Lucy to come but to die by your hands, it'll be more than worth it! Hurry! Hurry! Time is wasting, I'm alive, paint the walls crimson. Red is a wonderful color, it matches your eyes so well!

Hurry! Laughing twistedly Eneva had to keep herself from calling him a chaotically insane madman before she and the other Diclonius flew backwards unexpectedly, screams and cries splitting the air Hector's unknown yet vastly impressive telekinesis slammed against them. Some were knocked directly unconscious after impacting the walls, the force of his influence bending the metal bars of the cells. Eneva hit the wall, felt her back spasm in pain but remained rooted on the spot, hands balled into fists. She wouldn't make the same mistake like the others; she would be intimidated by him. Once she got within the distance, she'd strike quickly and lethally.

*BAM!*

A brutal pressure, no matter how strong she was, it took everything to resist until at last she fell to her knees.

"Damn it." She cursed.

"Why did you help Lucy? You could've had freedom but instead you came back."

"Again with the questions huh?" Eneva answered coldly. "…It might not have occurred to you Hector but some of us had families who loved us very much. When I saw Lucy's own friends and loved one being taken away, I honestly felt sorry for her."

"Heh. It's that again, families. It's…wonderful."

Staggering back on her feet, Eneva thought desperately of any plan that could help her win. Truth be told the fact that she had lasted this long against Hector as an award in and on itself. As if to prove herself though, Eneva prepares to fight anyways, ready to whatever it took to beat him. Her defiance, her will and resistance makes Hector grin with utter satisfaction and let's his powers release. The ground cracks, bars bend and gravity ignores all physics while Eneva and the others are crushed against the ground with Hector laughing manically at the end of the hall.

"It's so peaceful…" He uttered with that look of a mentally unstable man. "There's an oddly relaxing feeling when one's arms are ripped off, sure it hurts in the beginning but you feel oddly lighter. Come on…" The last words are whispered as our the others.

"Hurry…hurry…hurry…HURRY!" Until at last he screams the last words at her, guffawing wildly at her, he charges like some convict at an asylum. Rushing with intentions that are unexplainable, brings back his fist with that same look of insanity and Eneva, shocked reacts on pure instinct. The first blows against her face burns, his metal fingers grinding against her skin as one of her vectors attempts an upward slice. The blood from his wounded chest does absolutely nothing to stall his assault and Eneva knows she has to gain her composure and attack directly. The next fist bashes into her gut, her poor body reeling from the force of the impact. She cries out in horror and agony, blinded by pain she sends her vectors out randomly. One misses, one rips through his left shoulder while the other tears into his right hip. Yet he continues on as if none of this has happened, she feared that even without a head he'd never stop.

Thrown backwards by another round of his power, Hector bashes her battered body into the ground, into the wall and ceiling repeatedly while laughing in his blood soaked condition. Dropping her limp body to the floor and Eneva, despite all of her wounds gets up.

"Yes. You won't give up that easily, wonderful!" Hector praised with a joyful chuckle. So Eneva Freza raised her head, spat about the excess blood in her mouth and concentrates. He'll certainly do something crazy as usual but she won't be intimidated. She has to get up to him, just close enough where her vectors can reach him, no closer. Striking lethally without mercy or pity. Strike and close his life off forever.

"HECTOR…HAVENFIELD!"

And her roars echo so loudly is blocks out everything. When she charge, her face is rapt with intensity as she the pressure explodes against her body. Hector bombards her with his telekinesis, forcing her backwards as she desperately tries to fight back. "I won't stop! I'll break through, I won't give up!" She cried aloud and Hector responded just as loudly.

"Yes! Do no give up! I stand here waiting for the end! Break though! Come on already woman! Hurry!" his last words echo as Eneva struggles to move forward, every step she takes, she's thrown back another three. It's absolutely incredible that she can resist this much even as the walls around her are ripped and the floor torn up. She lashes out with her vectors, reaching for him as she slowly comes towards him.

"I won't give up!" She moaned.

"Never! Never give up! That's right! You are so close!"

Screams split the dawn, the loudest cry Eneva ever gave in her entire life and pushes off with her vectors. Hector, still smiling throws another push of energy and Eneva breaks free. Her face is livid, her vectors empowered and now it's time to end it!

She tears a single vector through the center of his chest which erupts into a fountain of blood. A single ghostly hand ready to clutch his beating heart and crush it into dust. The force of her attack was enough to throw Hector backwards spraying his blood upwards into the sky. She stands there, breathless, glaring at him with her arm through his bleeding chest, the blood matching his crimson coat.

"Haa…haa…haa. It's over…Hector. I finally…got you."

"Yeah…" he moaned, smiling at her.

"Smiling even to the end. I hope your happy."

"Oh but I am Eneva. You broke through my strong hold and struck me. I'm am mightily impressed with you. Unfortunately there's just one slight problem with your statement."

"Huh?"

"It's not over yet."

Blank, horrific anxiety flares up in Eneva's mind when she realizes that despite impaling Hector where his heart should be, her vector is not holding his heart at all.

"Th-that's not possible! Where the hell is your heart!" She cried out.

"Where indeed?" He answered back, ready to strike and the only thing that kept him from doing so was a call to the bloody radio in his left pocket. "Hector, we've sent the two on the ship as you commanded."

"Already? Ah, and right when it was getting fun. Unfortunately I have to leave, so I guess I won't stop you all form leaving. I have business to attend to on my ship and with Lucy Lefenair.

Arrivederci…Freza Eneva."

She could've screamed and cursed and told Hector to come back and finish what he started. Instead she collapsed back onto the floor, and grudgingly let her mind fade into unconsciousness.