Enter Quill!

The Blind Leading the Students!

May was flung out of Michael's hand and her bow chimed against the stone floor as she let out a horror-filled scream, "MICHAEL!"

Marburg smiled as he curled his fingers into a fist. A menacing look crossed his face, "as far as annoyance levels go that kid was the worst. He kept shooting arrows at me. They didn't hurt that bad, but its just rude." Marburg turned his attention back to the other two.

Melody kept her eyes on Marburg. Marburg probably had very little knowledge about golems, Michael may breathe, eat, and sleep like a normal human, but he had no technical body to infect. He was probably still alive…but a small part of his infection had to infect something else. Rochelle was forced out of weapon form and became sick due to a concentrated blast of that fog, so its possible that it affects non-breathing objects as well.

"May, stay in your weapon form!" shouted Ash. He had also put together a similar hypothesis as Melody did, but he was less sure of Michael's well being. Marburg's infection was an evolved strain of several diseases at least one of them had to have harmed him. Not to mention that the force of Marburg's attack had probably done severe psychological damage to him, there was no telling if he would even wake up again.

A large explosion appeared in the corner of the room as an entire wall was knocked down due to an incredibly powerful slash. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late, couldn't find my way here," stated a man as he slowly walked into the room brandishing a large claymore on his back.

"Quill, we really need to start working on getting here fast…after all I see…one, two, three! Three people down for the count," said the claymore. Despite the claymore's impressive three feet size, it wasn't all that intimidating. Why? It was pink. Neon pink. It also had a bright pink chain that extended from the hilt that lead to a bright neon pink ball, allowing to become a multi-purpose weapon, but its color lead many people to look down on it.

"Holy crap! A man with a pink blade! He's even more girly then you Ash!" shouted Xander as his reflection burst into a fit of laughter on his blade at the sight.

"Really?" asked Quill as he picked his claymore up and looked at it up close, "nobody ever told me that my blade was pink for before. I really wish I would've known that sooner." Quill waved it around for a few seconds examining it.

"Nobody should have to tell you that your weapon is pink," stated Melody. Suddenly Quill brought his sword with decent speed and power, aiming it directly at Melody. Melody let out a screech of fear.

"YOU! Vile demon! How dare you attack and injure multiple personels of the Shibusen!" shouted Quill as he waved his sword around at Melody, "how do you plead to these accusation against you?"

"Uh…Quill," said the claymore, "you are pointing it at the wrong person. That's a student. Move it a little to the left," Quill slowly started to move the blade to the left, "there! That's him!"

"Ahem…thank you, Clare. Now let me start over," began Quill before Marburg interrupted him.

"I'm guilty of it!" shouted Marburg as he stared up at the incredibly dumb man, "I took down all three of them and they are all going to die. So, I hope you knew them well in this life!"

"…oh, um…most people plead innocent the first time," began Quill, "so I really don't know how to proceed from this point…can you, um, you know, go back and say that you are innocent?"

Marburg looked quizzically at the foolish man, "sure?" said Marburg, even though more like a question then an answer, "I'm innoce…"

"LIAR!" shouted Quill as he waved his blade about in the air, "you are indeed guilty of harming my fellow peers of the DWMA, so I shall take it upon myself to act like your judge, jury, and executioner! Now, I ask you again how do you plead?"

Marburg stared up at Quill, patiently, "what exactly is it that you want me to say?" asked Marburg, "I've got a plague to spread and people to kill and I'm already behind schedule."

"You can say anything you want," stated Quill as he brought Clare down and aimed it at Marburg, "I'm still going to turn you and your fellow witches into a bloody mess."

"There are no other witches in here," pointed out Clare to her obviously blind partner, "the kids must've managed to knock them out." A smile spread across Clare's face showing her pride in the students of the DWMA. "I think we should start with the actual combat. His location is 9, 90, 90."

"Right!" shouted Quill as he dashed forward. Marburg chuckled, a blind swordsman and a pink claymore? Could they really pose such a threat to him? Marburg quickly found out that they could. Quill brought the ridiculously colored sword down on top of Marburg, Marburg jumped back avoiding the slash, but just barely, the white robe he 'borrowed' from Grecko was cut from the explosive downwards chop.

"3, 125, 140!" commanded Clare. Quill made a slight pivot to the right, charged forward about three feet and slashed upwards making another close cut near Marburg. Marburg jumped backwards trying to avoid the blow, but couldn't. Quill brought the blade slicing into Marburg's skin. Marburg let out a screech as he kicked off of Quill, knocking the blind man down and propelling him backwards.

Marburg was bewildered. He had fought four consecutive meisters and their weapons and they all had barely scratched, but a blind man with a stupid looking weapon had actually drawn blood? True, Marburg was holding back and wasn't expecting a real fight, so his guard was lowered slightly, but it didn't make sense.

"7, 70, 90!" declared Clare. Quill nodded and was off once again, Marburg jumped to the side, "correction! 5, 40, 110!" Quill quickly made a left turn, positioning himself in front of Marburg, another few steps forward and a sweeping blow in the air and he had successfully landed a second blow onto Marburg, knocking the poor witch back down to the ground.

Marburg cursed himself. His guard was dropped and the man was making no effort to waste it, but he was slowly putting together how his attacks were so accurate. Clare, the weapon, was giving him commands. The first number was the number of steps Quill had to make to get to Marburg. Then the second number was the angle that Marburg was at from him (using a mathematical number. A 90 was directly in front of him, a 0 was directly to the left of him, and 180 was directly to the right of him.) The third number was the angle in the air. (A 0 would be directly below Quill, a 180 directly above him, and a 90 is straight in the middle).

Ordinarily, such a fighting style would be rough and unorthodox. After all they'd be that slight delay in action as the weapon tells the meister where and how to move, but these two had gotten so accustomed to it, the fighting style is very fluid and almost instantaneous. There was no hindrance due to Quill's handicap like Marburg was originally planning. It was similar to hustling. Quill would make his blindness obvious when he meets his opponent, where his opponent would drop his guard, and then Clare and Quill show off their equal level of fighting prowess.

Not to mention the fighting style also switches on certain commands. Clare can either say 'Dodge to the left' (forcing Quill to dodge to the left) or 'attack on the right' (where Quill would be able to dodge in any direction of his choice). The first option is Clare's fighting style, the second would be Quill's fighting style. Marburg was fighting someone who was implementing two different fighting styles simultaneously. Clare's commands and Quill's natural reactions.

Marburg looked around him and noticed that something was wrong immediately. His green fog. It was disappearing. It was noticeably thinner then what it was moments ago. Marburg looked about him panicky. He didn't want to risk creating a third ball of fog and having it disappeared. Having already created two of them and having them both rendered basically ineffective, since his opponent's kept switching out. If he created a third one and it disappeared, his magic stores would be reduced. Then if he had to create a fourth one, his magic stores would probably be completely depleted. Not to mention he had taken several blows…he would need a certain amount left over so he could heal himself. But could he win this fight without creating the fog ball?

Marburg resigned himself. He needed the fog at least. He needed to create it. Marburg sucked air in and quickly released a large breath of the sickly green fog once more, that slowly started to fill the room.

"Quill! Hold your breath!" shouted Clare. Quill nodded and sucked in his last breath of clean air. Clare's reflection looked around the room. "Long slash! 10, 75, 90!" Quill nodded and took off.

Marburg was lost. He was nowhere near that location, he watched as Quill took off towards one of the wall. Quill brought his sword outwards and upwards slicing a wall in two creating a wide gap in it revealing the outside. Marburg stood back and tried to think of why they did that when it hit him. Ventilation. His fog lasted longer before there was all the holes in the wall. When Quill had entered he smashed a hole in the wall, allowing the fog to eek out, now he created another one. The air was escaping. Marburg grunted. He was beginning to get annoyed. He opened his left hand up as more green fog began to leak out and into it forming a large ball of noxious smog. Just because his weak fog left the room doesn't mean this highly concentrated dose of toxins would. Only thing Marburg needed was a direct hit.

"Quill trouble," stated Clare as she took notice of the large ball forming in Marburg's hand. "You are going to have to dodge almost instantly on my command." Quill nodded. "Okay, then…12, 65, 70." Quill charged forward at Marburg.

Marburg struck out with his free hand first slamming his open palm into Quill's face, knocking the man backwards. Ordinarily Clare would've told Quill to dodge, but her entire focus was on Marburg's toxic ball. "I'm afraid," began Marburg as he reached back and prepared to throw the ball of fog, "this is the end!" Quill was still floating in the air, he had nothing to use that would be able to direct him out of the way.

A single arrow shot through the air and into Quill's side. The force of the arrow knocked Quill out of the way, just as Marburg lobbed the ball forward. The ball shot forward hitting nothing. Michael smiled faintly from the other side of the room. He had mad a clean hit with his shot. "Sorry, mister," said May as her reflection smiled, "but I'm pretty sure that's our line."

Marburg turned about to face them. Then all of a sudden Shi came flying forward, wrapping his yo-yo string all around Marburg's waist. Marburg was yanked from his spot by Melody as she flung him backwards and through the air. "This is for Saul and Rochelle!"

Marburg could only laugh as he was flung through the air, "do you really think that I would be injured by being flung across the room? Please children do give me more credit then that!"

"Trust me," said Ash as he appeared behind him, with Xander on his arm, his blade long, sharp, and glowing from the Soul Resonance. "we are about to give you something!" Ash brought his arm straight forward and into Marburg's back. The force not only from Ash's punch, but from Melody flinging Marburg backwards, only amplified the punch. Xander's blade slid right into Marburg's back, drawing blood from the shot.

"Shit!" cursed Marburg as he pulled himself off of Xander's blade. He stood back up, and looked down at his ravaged body. So many wounds from this fight. Not to mention the fact that he had been wasting his energy almost constantly with those gaseous spheres. Healing would definitely be long and drawn out process. He scoured the room and examined each of his opponents. The golem and his bow, the young lady and her toy, the young man and his gauntlet, and finally the blind man and his sword…four against one. Marburg was seriously beginning to doubt his chances of getting out with all four of his limbs.

Aya! I've had several problems thus far. As you know my home computer broke down (it is dead FOREVER)! It is not coming back and I lost my first copy. Then I created a second copy on my laptop, then the day I planned on posting it my laptop broke down...I then paid someone to fix my laptop...all of my files got wiped. So I rewrote it again! Three times...bad luck. So I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Yes, Quill is blind. I figured it would be for a good chuckle that he can't see and therefore inadvertently threatens the wrong person. And don't worry, everyone is still alive...so far.