It´s been a whole month. Might as well make a joke to make up for it. My dinner tonight.

REVIEWS!

Don Orbit: Never seen Psycho-Pass, but if it´s as crazy as the crap I come up with, I might just have to give it a watch. Also, we´ll see about obsession…next chapter…

A-Non-Knee-Moose: Must be because of Kamina´s abs. Gotta admire ´em, even as a man yourself. Sooooo hooooot…#nohomo.
Also, Gurren never :3. Won´t want to spoil anything…

Sakura Lisel: I assume after reading the next chapter, your question was cleared up. He accepted the job, though he was never technically made her familiar.

skywardwanderer: Gotta love dem twist endings, amirite?

soggy noodle: Did you get skedaddled? Terrible old memes aside, nice to see some nitpickers. They´re always welcome.

While yes, Louise would never openly curse, you must remember, this is her head, so she can say whatever she wants, and even then, she stops herself. You must realize that she´s been nothing but degraded a whole year, there is no reason to not believe that she curses them in her head, or tries to, as is seen later on when we see how limited her insultionary is.

Can´t argue with that. Changed it.

Ego boosts are always appreciated here, so other than those pesky nitpicks, everything else seems pretty good.

LegionnaireBlaze: ANTI-SPIRARU! GIGA! KIRA! BURADU!

On we go, eh?

Kamina charged, and without a word, the ice responded in kind, all of them besides Derf´s former friend running toward him. One especially was keen on fighting him, one that resembled Louise when she was angry. It was essentially a carbon copy, well, besides her actual face of course, though it looked as young as Louise (after all, she had to be lying about her age, right?). But the emotion had been captured perfectly. So once it was in range, he swung once, the metal slicing through his enemy with ease, cutting off an arm, which turned to dust before it even hit the ground. However, that was by far not enough to destroy it, as the sculpture then used the small buffer that losing its arm gave her to duck beneath the attack, and punch him in the chest with the other, which was still very much intact. It nearly made him wince, but instead of wasting time with feeling pain, he himself gave his opponent a punch to the face, which was strong enough to break it to pieces, and make it fly to the side.
As it collided with the ground, he immediately focused on the other enemies, who were basically upon him by now. The man regained his footing, and ran forward, preparing to slice apart the one who had a face filled to the brim with sadness. It reacted by simply throwing itself forward, and wrapping its arms around him. This resulted in Kamina staggering backward as he tried to push it off, though the fact that the construct had a firm grip on his arms did not help with the matter. It was then that he regretted letting it latch on, as seconds after, the rest of the horde descended upon him, grabbing his arms and although he did manage to keep Derf in his hand, he was forced against the wall.

Ex-Rose briskly walked past him, and he yelled at her to stop, struggling against their iron grip, though both actions were to no avail. He was simply ignored and held in place. The sad one also just kept her grip on him, taking hold of some metal rings that lined the wall. This area was probably used to be a dungeon in an earlier time, though this was now irrelevant, as he was bound to the wall and could do nothing except struggle meaninglessly as most of the ice walked past. Even after they had all disappeared into the shadows, he still continued his fight, kicking, screaming, whatever it took to get him free. Yet, every time he appeared to make progress by lifting his arms just a tiny bit, the sad one pulled herself closer to the wall, effectively choking him. That, of course, was enough for the others to put him back in his place. Derf was not much help, as his attempts at distraction fell on deaf ears, and his insults, while colourful, did not make the enemy bat an eye either.
Eventually, as Kamina was still kicking and punching his way back into the chokehold, he heard sounds of fighting. He needed to get up there! His friends (and others) needed his help! And he would not just sit out a fight! Grunting, he resumed his struggle, after a brief break in which he realized that Louise might very well bring down the entire damn house down onto him once she tried to cast a spell. And as good as it might be for her self-esteem, being able to possibly take out all enemies in one go, he really didn´t want the whole thing to collapse onto him.

With renewed vigour, he resumed his fight, eventually getting back to the point where the ice around his torso would choke him. However, this time, he tried something a little different, mainly because of his panic. Once the sculpture loosened its grip slightly in preparation, he lifted his knees, effectively blocking it from constricting any closer, and with a loud yell, pushed it away. The thing landed a few feet away from him, and now that he had one less obstacle to worry about, his strength more than sufficed to free his swordarm and slice up the other two, who were still in a state of imbalance after his sudden counter. Ignoring its sobbing, he quickly did away with the sad one, and charged toward the stairs, brushing Derf´s concerned questions aside with a quick "I´m fine!"
He kept up his speed, even while ascending the stairs, where he took three steps at once, quickly arriving at the top. It was here that he felt his throat go slightly dry, as the door was smashed to pieces, books all over the ground. Once he stepped into the foyer, his jaw dropped. If the royal budget wasn´t able to fix the damages before, then this was irreparable, even if you had all the money in the world. The supporting pillars were scorched, some even completely broken, the blue carpet on the floor was tinged with a deep shade of red, and the tiles on the floor were nearly all damaged in some way or other.

It was rather apparent as for why. There was a huge battle going on between the guards and the ice, and the guards were on the losing end, judging from the corpses on the ground, with nearly two dozen of them for each…non-existent broken sculpture next to them. They may have the numbers, but the shock and surprise that came with seeing the enemy must have made them easy targets. That and the fact that while they were technically young girls, they were just as strong as a slightly below average soldier. Add to the fact that they are more organized than any army, and that would be a challenge for even a powerful band of mercenaries. Without pause, Kamina ran forward to join the fight, Derf raised high in the air, two loud warcries bellowing through the foyer.

As he got closer to the fight, he took note that the mages were nowhere to be seen. Worried, he tried to go even faster, making his legs feel like they were starting to actually catch on fire. And yet, he didn´t seem to be able to get closer. In fact, with every step he took, it felt like he wasn´t advancing at all. Grunting, he ignored his body´s cries of pain and accelerated even more, but still, as he did that, it looked like he was actually going backwards. It was then that it dawned on him just what was happening. He turned around, and yelled. "Tabitha! Let me go!"
His anger was completely ignored as his legs slowly lost momentum, the air literally binding him like rope. He tried to swing Derf to slice himself free, but the mage, after noticing his movements, quickly wrestled the sword from his grip, and within seconds, he was on the balcony at the top of the stairs, where the nobles had formed a perimeter of sorts, a huge wall of rock blocking off the staircase leading up to them, though the corpse of the former count was still accessible from said stairs. From the balcony, Colbert was launching multitudes of spells into the crowd, though they were small in scale and for each and every one of them, he took a fair while to aim. Why, Kamina did not know, though he had other things on his mind right now. He continued kicking and yelling as he was pinned against the wall yet again.

"Do you not care about those guys!? They will die if I don´t go out there!"

"…so?"

After taking a long while to register what the blue haired mage had said, he slowly began clenching his fists.

"Still wounded. Fighting means death."

He had no time for this utter bullcrap.

"Just who the hell do you think I am?! I won´t die to these frosted puppets! Now let me go!"

Tabitha responded by poking him right where his wound was a while earlier, making him hiss in response. She then turned around, and began shooting off a barrage of icicles at the enemy, having made her point. Kamina simply slumped against the wall. He would´ve struggled, but he was worn out from the battles from earlier, and besides, he didn´t have Derf on him, so he wouldn´t be able to break out. In fact, he felt like he should close his eyes, just for a bit…

After he fell asleep, Tabitha stopped channeling the air, making his body fall to the ground, where Kirche watched him closely. For a brief moment, she considered feeling up his muscles again, but decided against it. As nice as she remembered it feeling, if she did it, he would lose even more of his non-existent respect of her. Besides, she mostly wanted to see the reactions to her blatant sexuality, and those were kind of hard to see when the person you´re trying to seduce is asleep. She wouldn´t be satisfied by that.
So instead, she moved him over to a small alcove in the wall her teacher had created, where any stray spell, if those things could use it, would not be able to hit them at their most vulnerable. She dragged him over, and placed him next to Louise, who had been put to sleep as well. The maid was seated here as well, and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw who Kirche was bringing into their little fort. The mage then proceeded to sit against the wall, silently grumbling to herself.

During the first few moments of their stay, all they heard were the sounds of fighting, ice shattering, fire blazing through the air, and the occasional scream of a dead man. Kirche thought about starting a conversation with the servant, and ask about the man snoozing on the ground. It had just dawned on her that she knew virtually nothing about him, which did not exactly help in her conquest. However, that decision was taken from her when Siesta opened her mouth.

"Do you think it was a good idea to do this to them?"

It took a second for the noble to register that the maid was in fact talking to her.

"No. No, I don´t."

"Why?"

How was this happening? This girl sure was gutsy, talking to an aristocrat as if they were equals! And yet, Kirche found herself answering once again.

"Because if they want to fight, let them fight. There is nothing wrong with wanting to destroy evil when you see it."

"Hm."

Another man died, his pain filled scream making them twitch noticeably. The echoes were drowned out by the sounds of battle, and the conversation resumed a few moments later, Siesta falling into an even more depressed tone.

"Then why are you not fighting?"

That was some thin ice, right there. Kirche gripped hard onto her own arm, preferring the physical pain to the sting that she just felt from that question.

"Well, you see…Mister Colbert said that he would not allow his students to fight. Period."

"What about Miss Tabitha?"

"…she´s a special case."

"How so?"

The noble shot Siesta a dark glare, and though the maid was currently staring absent-mindedly at Kamina, she got the message. This was where the germanian drew the line. Instead, she pursued another line of questioning.

"Where is Mister Derf?"

"Out there, helping the other two."

"How?"

"No idea. For all I know, he tells them dirty jokes."

A bitter smile formed on the maid´s face.

"True. I could see him do that."

Another warrior fell.

"You should go."

Kirche blinked in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"I said that you should go and fight. You accomplish nothing by just sitting around."

The mage bit her lip. As much as she wanted to fight, she had to obey her teacher. She might be suspended otherwise, and she could not afford that. She did not want to return to that place.

"That´s what he would say."

The mage seized up. Her eyes were glued to the maid as she began stroking Kamina´s head, pushing aside some stray bangs that blocked his eyes. This girl…was she…? Her actions were making the man on the floor breathe quite a bit heavier, she then noticed. They both blinked simultaneously, surprised at the fact that he seemed to be quite ticklish. You learn something new every day. Kirche had made up her mind. Without wasting another second, she stood up, and left their safe space.

"Hold down the fort." She said, before stepping out of the alcove, confidence in her steps. Once she was gone, Siesta lifted her hand, and instead placed it on his nose, giving it a tight squeeze. Within seconds, Kamina had opened his eyes, and sat up, gasping for air, before being shushed by her. He had no intention to stay put for long, and stood up as he thanked the maid.
"Well, thank you, Siesta. Good thing you woke me up so quickly." He said, getting ready to rejoin the fray by cracking his knuckles. A split second after turning to leave, he felt a hand tug at his pants, and looked down at his friend.

"Don´t be so reckless, okay? Neither me, nor Miss Zerbst, nor Miss Vallière, nor the other two want to see you die."

He put on his trademark grin.

"Just who the hell do you think I am? I won´t die to –"

"Promise."

"…I swear on my pride as the Dai-Gurren Brigade´s leader that I will return."

With that being said, the maid smiled slightly as he ran outside, after looking for and finding Derf, and grabbed him from the railing as he hopped right over it, leaving behind three stunned aristocrats, whose incantations got stuck in their throat as the man they thought to be asleep stabbed his partner into the wall, slowing his descent enough to keep his bones intact, and charged into the fight. Tabitha lifted her staff to bring him back, but Kirche stopped her.
"Leave him be. If he insists on fighting, then let him. He will keep on finding ways to do so until the battle is over, so focus our resources on something that will end it quicker instead." A short moment of pondering ended with the smaller girl turning back around, already whispering her next incantation. As she thought about how Kamina owed her, Kirche did the same with a satisfied smirk. Colbert just sighed, and followed after their example.

"Heh, good to see you´re back up, sleepyhead!"

"Don´t push your luck, Derf!"

After that small jab, the two focused on the matter at hand, and as he lifted Derf, Kamina let out the loudest, most invigorated battlecry the country of Tristain had ever witnessed, and his brother-in-arms followed suit, and with their renewed spirit, they entered the mess that was the battlefield. There were at least four dozen men dead, many of them scarred by shards of ice, broken bones, and huge stab and slash wounds. Only a small squad of three still stood, and they were faring quite well, keeping their backs against each other and using their round iron shields to their advantage, having taken care of a bit more than half of the things. However, anyone could tell at a glance that they were at their wits´ and stamina´s end. Their movements were slow and lacked force, and every now and then, even with their callouts, they barely managed to react on time. Add to that the fact that they were obviously losing hope, their desperation clearly visible on their faces, and this was truly a recipe for doom.

Just as one of them made a crucial mistake however, which a lifeless teen looked all too eager to punish, that very same opportunity was squandered as it got sliced in half, the upper body sailing over its target, the momentum making it crash into one of its own that had used a pillar that lined the entry to try and land on another survivor. As they collided, their bodies shattered, leaving only the broken face of a once pretty, young girl with a bright future ahead of her.
Kamina ran toward the other two, who were dealing with a group of sculptures each, and were just about to be overwhelmed, and crushed the remains beneath his sandals, leaving little more than dust.
Yelling, he jumped out from behind the guard that was closer to him, and with a single slice, two heads rolled onto the floor, giving the warrior enough time to ward off the last one. Without pause, he continued his rampage, running over to the last man, who had been knocked over and was being strangled by one of the things, with another one ready to finish him off. Derf smoothly cut through the ice´s torso, just before it was about to stab the survivor with its arm, from which its hand had been separated, the clean cut resulting in an excellent shortspear. However, it mattered little to nothing, as it was gone now. As was the survivor, whose neck made a loud crack before he was tossed aside.

Furious, Kamina grabbed the lower arm of the sculpture he just destroyed, which had been taken off of the rest of the body through his swing, and twisted it into his opponents hand, using his entire weight to knock it over, which miraculously worked, and as it reached for his neck, he pinned its other hand to the floor. Just as its finger grazed his skin, he decked it right in the face, shattering it completely. He felt the fingers twitch a small bit below his head, before they went limp and fell to the floor.
The man took a deep breath before looking up. The whole foyer was a wasteland. The two that survived groaned in pain as they fell over. But something was off. He wondered what that feeling was. It was similar to what he felt in the basement, yet somehow, it was so different. He looked around the room, before his eyes settled on something at the top of the stairs. Groaning, he picked up Derf, who was being silent for the moment. The nobles on the balcony watched as he broke into a full sprint to the top of the staircase, Derf ready for a stab. Within seconds, he had scaled them, and lunged forward.

Derf easily pierced through the ice that used to be his friend. It simply took it, without flinching, as it stared at the bloody remains of her master. As Kamina fell to his knees, exhausted from the constant fighting, it lifted an arm, and slowly caressed the corpse that used to be Count Mott. There was no emotion in her voice as she spoke, only the ever prevalent lust.
"Master, I will fulfil your last will, and my purpose. Do not worry."
With that, it ripped his heart out, and smacked its face onto the severed aorta, making loud slurping noises. The man watched as the corpse lost the last of its colour, and the ice turned redder and redder. Finally, after the Count was but bones with a thin layer of skin, robbed of any blood he had left, it turned around, ignoring the fact that Derf was stuck inside it, and took the heart with it, the arteries that still hung on to it being ripped off after a few steps. It began walking down the stairs, only to be stopped by Kamina grabbing its leg. Ex-Rose looked down at him, and kicked his arm, making him scream as it let out some rather unhealthy noises. It then walked down the stairs, uncaring, straight toward the dust that used to be what it called its "sisters".

Once it reached the middle of the area, it kneeled down, and started searching for something. Eventually, when the ice found what it was looking for, it picked it up, examined it shortly by holding it against the light, before crushing it in its hand. It continued doing this, looking at many different parts, before either placing them in front of itself or simply turning it to dust. Meanwhile, the survivors just watched on, in varying expressions, one was weary and tried to reach for his dented weapon, the other was stuck between wonder, terror and empathy. Kamina, meanwhile, was trying to crawl over to them, to put an end to this whole thing. He only had one arm to help him, so he called out for help, which Tabitha offered by repairing his bone and flying him down to the ground. Though the magic did nothing about his exhaustion.

When he checked, he saw that the mages were eyeing the construct curiously as it did its thing, with Colbert holding the other two back, perhaps to study it. After all, maybe the idiot believed that there was a peaceful solution to this. The exhausted warrior grimaced at the idea. As if there could be any sort of peace with these murdering machines. He charged forward with a yell, a fist raised, ready to smash that thing to pieces. His throat hurt as he did, albeit that was nothing against his fighting spirit, who made him ignore the pain and continue forward.

Once he was about five feet away, something shifted, and with speed to fast for him to react to, the ice grabbed a broken arm that lay before it, and stabbed him right in the gut. He gasped for air as he reached forward, trying to get a hold on the enemy. However, it just let go of the arm, and made him fall over, right on the spike. "I will not allow anyone to meddle with my master´s last will." It spoke, as it found the last piece, and began assembling it, Mott´s masterpiece, his chef-d´oeuvre, the culmination of his very existence.
First, the feet. It placed a sole first, then five toes, every last one being from another sister, gluing them together with its spit, infused with the former count´s blood.
Next, the shins. It only needed two, so this didn´t take long, again, using the blood as an adhesive.
Next, the thighs. It made sure that there were no cracks in them from which the blood could flow out of as it placed them on top of the shins.
Next, the abdomen. It specifically left out the genitals for some reason, having specifically carved them out from the rubble that it glued onto the thighs.
Next, the torso, and breast. Every last bit was checked once more for any errors before being placed on top of the construct. There was a cavity that was left out, however.
Next, the arms. Upper and lower arms were from different sisters, the hands were crafted from the same sisters as the feet.
Next, the only thing that were left were the genitals, the head, and the heart. Grunting, it grabbed its own genitals, and ripped them off. The part was uneven and wouldn´t have fit, though the construct had an excellent blade ready to fix that. Once Derf had done his job, it spat on its former abdomen, and inserted it right where it belonged. A small smile on its face, it stood up. It walked away, toward the bookshelf where it came from, leaving the heart next to the unfinished chef-d´oeuvre.

Stunned, the mages watched the female shape that stood right in the centre of the foyer, before an indignant cry from Siesta woke them up, and Tabitha brought over the men that were lying there, injured. She treated them, and Siesta comforted one of the survivors, though Kamina refused to just sit around and wait for the thing to come back. He wanted to go on the offensive, take it out, for hell´s sake! This time, Tabitha held him up against the wall for good, not letting anything go according to chance. After all, the army was gone, and they could easily destroy the enemy if things went awry, so they might as well figure out what the last will of Mott was. "It´s the least we can do, even if this is horrible." Colbert justified, to himself more than anything, before finally, it came back. It held a glass container, in which a head was stored, and the ice made sure that it did not come to harm, holding it as firmly as possible, and taking careful, yet large steps toward the incomplete masterpiece.

Once it was there, the others watched with bated breath, after silencing Kamina, how it placed the head on top of the shoulders of the rest of the ice, and licked the edges where neck and torso connected. The blood that was inside suddenly started glowing slightly brighter, and took on a lighter hue, more reminiscent of skin colour. Colbert gulped. Was this…? Its gaze was fixed on the group.
"You still have our heart in your possession. Hand it over." Without hesitation, Colbert began firing upon the construct. Kirche and Tabitha joined in, creating a huge dust cloud that obscured their vision completely.

After a good minute, the teacher took a deep breath to calm himself. He didn´t even notice that he was breathing so quickly. "…Necromancy." Was the only thing he said, making Kirche gasp in surprise, and Tabitha adjust her glasses, a curious look in her eye. As he was about to explain, it appeared in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere. No words were spoken as it grabbed the nearest survivor, who was dangled above the edge head first, screaming, as it made its demand, ignoring his comrade screaming.

"Hand it over. Now."

"Never." Kamina answered, the blue haired mage´s loss of focus returning his ability to speak.

"Oh well. I don´t need it to finish, anyways." It jumped off, taking the man with it.

His friend cried out in despair, climbing up to the railing to get a good view.

It ran toward the undamaged masterpiece, which looked as though it had a barrier around it, and slammed the man into the ground in front of it. Without pause, it slammed its lips onto his, sucking his life out of him. His screams were muffled, but his friend cried out one last time as he lifted an arm toward him, before it simply fell off, the skin torn from the weight of the bones. With the man dead, the sculpture planted its head against the cavity in the chest, and coughed up the blood, which flowed around the ice for a bit before finally finding its place in the hair, which took on a dark crimson hue. It was at this point that Kamina stopped struggling, as he realized just what the creation looked like. His mouth agape, he watched as it picked up the count´s heart, and placed it inside the cavity, which remained open for everyone to see, before falling over, its job done.

The barrier faded, and the energy flowed into the masterpiece, which spent a good few moments simply standing there. Just as the tension became unbearable, it flexed its arms, and began looking around, feeling up its body, every orifice, every last piece of skin was touched. It adopted an expression similar to Tabitha´s, before looking up at the group.

"It can´t be…" Kamina muttered to himself, grabbing the other´s attention. "There is just no fucking way…" Tabitha dropped him, and he walked over to the railing, holding on to it with an iron grip, his knuckles going white.

"Kamina…?" The maid asked timidly, though his attention was fully on the construct.

"Why…why does this thing look like Yoko?!" he yelled, for which ´Yoko´ completely ignored him.

"My dear heart. Please come over here. I feel cold."

Well. This just went from mildly psycho to full on Bioshock. Sometimes I wonder whether I´m all right in the head. Anyways, review please, and they´ll be answered soon, as I plan to make the next chapter the last of this "season", to be in time for a special event. Bye!