Bleh, today seems like it will be a busy day as well -_- . This is going to the last chapter in my SE story. It feels good to be finishing all of my stories besides The Broken Road and Hudson Story. I'll try to finish Hudson Story today as well because it's just copy paste.

Anyways, here's the final chapter! Enjoy.

"Charge!"

Tate's angry shout seemed to pierce the air like a bullet as she ran forward, the chain stretched out in front of her. The brute grinned confidently as it raised its steel rod, bringing it slamming down on the chain. The blow sent a shockwave through the weapon, Tate's hands stinging as Crack let out a grunt of pain. The pair quickly recovered, fueled by adrenaline and determination. They threw the steel rod to the side and ducked under the rod as it whipped back.

Tate jumped back from the brute and sent the sickle flying towards the brute. The blade managed to cut the brute's shoulders and Tate whipped it around so that it would cut across the brute's nose. She gritted her teeth when she realized that she couldn't do any real damage until she got up close. She gave a wild shout as she wrapped the chain around the brute's body.

"I'm going to do it!" roared Tate as she pulled on the chain with all her might.

"No, you idiot! That's exactly what he wants you to do!" screamed Crack as she pulled the chain.

The brute was surprisingly light, and he sped forward, a grin on his face as he sprouted several more arms, the rod splitting into several thinner rods. He now had a total of four arms, with steel rods in each hand. Tate realized that she had made a mistake as the brute smashed all four rods into her side, sending her flying into a concrete wall. Crack fell from her hands, the meister barely conscious. That last attack had finished her.

"Nice try, but Dark stronger. Always stronger." laughed Dark as he stepped towards Tate.

The extra arms had disappeared, the steel rods collecting back into one thick rod. He held it in his right hand, slamming it into the ground and laughing. Dark walked slowly towards Tate, dragging the rod behind him. The brute raised the steel rod, glinting in the afternoon sun. He brought it slamming down towards Tate.

"Alright, I'm dropping the act."

There was a stifled cry of pain as the brute's attack was blocked, Dark stumbling back. Tate's vision was blurry as she watched Crack slowly stand up, his left arm turned into a chain with the sickle attached. He was bleeding from his head and he was gritting his teeth from the pain as he stood.

"I'm going to be honest here. I like Tate, I really do. But she's too confident, cocky almost," Crack said happily as he slammed his sickle blade against Dark's steel rod, the two struggling against each other. "She's smart, almost too caring, and she's funny. As much as I would love to hate her, I can't!"

The brute seemed to be confused by this statement because he stepped back from Crack and Tate. The weapon took this as the opportunity he needed. He charged forward, ignoring the pain from his wounds. The steel rod was not raised fast enough, and Crack plunged his sick blade into Dark's heart. The brute suddenly stopped moving, and shattered, leaving behind a patchwork of different animal souls sewn together. The weapon looked back at his meister, lying against a concrete wall, barely conscious and unable to move. Crack took the soul in his hand, and devoured it.

"Enjoy your victory. Brutes like Dark are easy to create, and we can make even stronger ones all the time."

Crack jumped back in time to see the huge spiked mace slam into the ground dust kicking up. The pain could be ignored before, but it was really reaching the breaking point. The weapon was shivering, barely able to stand. So when the girl named Alisa stepped out of the smoke, Crack simply collapsed, unable to fight any longer. He shivered as a funny voice came to him in his head.

"Don't worry, Crack! We'll take it from here!"

A figure made of black appeared above him, a familiar face. Lord Death. He was accompanied by his son, Kid. Alisa didn't seem fazed by the appearance of Lord Death, and charged forward, the spiked mace flying from her black cat-ears.

"It's been a long time since I got to fight at all. It's a shame I have to end this fight in one hit." said Death sadly as the mace smashed into him.

At first, the mace appeared to have done a lot of damage, but the mace passed straight through him! Death moved extremely quickly, Alisa being face to face with the one and only Death. He raised his hand and brought it down on Alisa's head. The doll took no physical damage, but her father did. Instantly, the doll grew wings from the cat-ears, taking off as quickly as it had appeared. Death watched them leave, his true emotions hidden behind his mask.

"Do you truly think they were after human life for the doll?" Kid asked his father.

"I do not know. Perhaps they were, and as much as I would like to feel sorry for them, I cannot allow them to threaten the lives of those who live here," Death said firmly as he looked at Crack and Tate, both lying barely conscious. "First, we need to get these back to the nurse's office."

Sorry for the short ending, but I felt like it was the best way to end it. Anyways, I'm low on time so I will see you all later! FF