Chapter 29

If you haven't realized already, this story is all about me. Spork is my OC and (excluding the age and some parts of his personality) matches my personality, all of the characters in this story are from games or anime I have an interest in (even though I practically quit gaming), and this story is what I wish my life was like. Ah... fat chance.

Ughu.

Well, would you look at that.

The first thing I see is blinding light.

Not the chest of the clock-eyed girl Kurumi.

Oh well. I'm lucky to be alive.

"Oh, that smarts!" wailed Spork. His helmet was missing, but his armor was still on. Wherever he was, he no longer had the anime appearance. And what on Earth was that freaking incessant banging noise in the distance? "H-hell-o? Is anybody there?" Strangely, his pains were disappearing. Spork completely opened his eyes and looked straight at Asia.

"Oh! He's awake!" Asia announced. A familiar purple-armored Spartan entered the room.

"DOC! Hey, Doc! What's going on? How's red and blue team? How's 1337 and Nicole-458? Who is this girl?" Spork's torrent of questions never stopped. "HEY! WHERE ARE THEY? You know, Takashi, Saya, Rei, Alice, Kohta, Shizuka, and Saeko? They were with me, right? Oh yeah, I found the source of the spacetime distortions! I recorded all of it so I could post it on... REDDIT! THE FRONT PAGE OF THE INTERNET!"

Doc facepalmed. "Dude, calm down! Exerting yourself isn't going to end well, considering your condition! This girl is Asia Argento, and please don't judge her by her looks.

"Obviously, I would never do such a thing because 1) I am a gentlemanly Spartan-II and 2) she looks like she's from anime." replied Spork. "Plus, she has a face anybody can love!" Asia blushed madly and quickly left the room. "And what the heck happened? How did I get here?" Doc turned around, in the direction of a loud noise similar to a UNSC Slipspace bomb that lasted for 3 seconds. Shockwaves rippled through the air, similar to what a gravity hammer emitted.

"I'll explain later." Doc promised as he poked his head around a crate.

Suddenly, Donut's voice rang out for everybody to hear. "WHOA! Girl, I have no idea where you came from, but you sure look great in that frilled dress!" A crash sounded. "MAN! Other than your looks, you have one excellent throwing arm!" Another crash was heard, this time louder and with more aggression. "Hey, you have red and gold eyes! SEEEXY! Are you from an anime?" Instead of a crash, a gunshot pervaded through the hangar. "Man! Spork's missing out on some action! Too bad he's in the corner, recovering from his wounds!" An incredibly loud SMASH sent Donut flying past Spork and Doc while narrowly missing Asia. Then there she was, red and gold eyes staring straight into Spork's as her red and black Gothic Lolita dress waved in the air. Her dark hair, in two long ponytails, lolled to her side and ended near her hips that had a holster attached. For a second, Spork thought she was the goddess of beauty, despite the fact that he was Christian and that this girl was 16.

"Hello, Kurumi-Chan!" Cheerfully greeted Spork with his hasty knowledge of Japanese honorifics. "Pleased to meet you again! I have to say, that dress really firs your hairstyle and eye colors! It's the perfect combination of-" A barrel from a .600 Nitro Express revolver instead of the flintlock was pointed in his face, silencing him. The only real use for a .600 Nitro Express revolver was to stop elephants from robbing your house, or maybe to show off at the shooting range. "Uh... Doc!"

Doc was hiding behind a crate with Asia. He poked his head out and asked "What?"

"She's the source of theOWOWOWOWOW OK!" Winced Spork 007 as Kurumi pressed the barrel against his forehead. If only he had his helmet on. "So uh... Kurumi-Chan! How are you doing?" When 007 finished his sentence, Kurumi pressed the barrel of the revolver against his forehead so hard it started bleeding.

"You are here to kill me?" she demanded an answer. "You are here to kill me, correct?"

"What?! NO!" Spork almost laughed from the absurdity of her question. "I would never kill somebody like you! But if you truly are the source of these things, then-"

"-then you're going to kill me?" The hammer of the revolver was pulled back. Not a good sign.

"NO! If you're the one who's causing all of this, maybe we can have a discussion... and ask you to stop doing this... you know? The pen is mightier than the sword, except in this case it's a mouth!" Spork reasoned. "It is the gentlemanly way, and the only way to do it! And guys, you can lower your weapons now. We're going to negotiate." Tucker, Sarge, Simmons, Grif, 1337, Nicole, Agent Washington, the Arbiter, Issei, Rias, Akeno, Koneko, Kiba, and Xenovia lowered their guns, swords, and hands ready to shoot out lightning and rays of destruction.

5 minutes later...

"So... who or what are you, Kurumi-Chan? Where are you from?" As a Freelancer, you had to be a good negotiator and interrogater. Agent Washington was adept at both.

"I am Kurumi Tokisaki from the Sinnoh Region." she answered. They were sitting down at the dining room, and so far no blood was spilled. "But it is only fair that you tell me who you are as well. So, who are you people?" The Arbiter was the first to speak up.

"My name is Thel' Vadam, a warrior from the Sangheili genus and the planet Sanghelios. These are my acquaintances."

"So, uh, my name is Leonard Church. I'm an artificial intelligence created by the guys who hired Agent Washington, and these are my friends. Here is Caboose, the guy in dark blue, Tucker is next to him, our leader and team engineer Sarge, the team's hacker Simmons, Grif the guy in orange, Donut in pink-"

"-it's not pink!" corrected Donut. "It's salmon! I mean, it's lightish red!"

"-Donut in lightish red, our team's medic Doc, Agent Washington the Freelancer, the masters of hand to hand combat (1337 and Nicole), Agent Maine, Iseei Hyoudou, Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, Koneko Toujou, Yuuto Kiba, Asia Argento, Xenovia, Soap MacTavish, Spartan 007 AKA Spork, and finally Haruhi. We're from the warring states of North America, Japan, Soap is from Scotland, and Spork's from Singapore. Correct?"

"Hey, where did Rei and the others go?" asked Spork. "You never answered my question."

"So the United States of America falls..." Kurumi stood on the table and suddenly absorbed all light in the room, giving her a luminous appearance. Her pale skin, dress, and differently colored eyes glowed as she smiled so creepily that it looked like she was from a creepypasta. She slowly turned her head around while it was twitching and jerking invountarily and looked at Spork, then gave him the creepy closed smile.

"W-what's up with that smile?" He stuttered in fear, slowly backing away from her and falling back in his chair. It wasn't like he was planning on sleeping or anything, especially not with that image forever bored into his eyes; the beautiful yet unusually creepy Kurumi.

"Uh, is something wrong?" asked Doc. The eyes were now on Doc's, silencing him. Kurumi's look was the "I'm going to rape you 'til you're dead" or "I can see you when you're sleeping" kind.

"Hey, Kurumi-Chan..." Agent Washington said slowly, "...please, calm down. Now, slowly, put... the... gun... down." Almost as if on que, she dropped the revolver.

BANG! Spork didn't have his helmet on, so his ears bled when the gun misfired and as the bullet sped through the air, going straight for his right eye.

Meanwhile...

"Wow, the view's awesome from hereAAAAHHHHH!" A pair of binoculars fell to the ground, accompanied by droplets of blood.

"Oh my g-d, Touya! I'll go call an ambualnce!"

Touya threw off his red and white cap. "NO! THAT... WAS... AWESOME!" he admitted, even with blood dripping out of his eye sockets. "Was that another spacequake?!" His blue sweater and black pants were stained with blood. "Oh, man, I really need to see that again!"

"It wasn't a spacequake! It's too bright to be one!"

"Nonsense, Touko-Chan! Don't call an ambulance! I'm telling Brendan and May!" Touya ran off with blood streaming from his eyes and Touko just staring at him as if he was a drug addict. Oh, man, that was WICKED! Happily thought Touya as he ran off down the street. Wow, what a nice view! I'd have to say that came all the way from... Sinnoh? Along with that, I have a PERFECT view of the sunset! He stopped looking at the setting sun and looked forwards to see a beauty before his eyes. HOOOH CRAP! Touya smiled like he was high. Isn't she the new transfer student at our school? The one with a red eye?! Hey black, shoulder-length hair shone brightly as she walked in his direction. She always covers her left eye with her bangs, but who gives a crap?! SHE'S HOT! As she walked past, she smiled at him. Isn't her name... Tokisaki Kurumi? (the Japanese naming order is backwards, so Rias Gremory is Gremory Rias in their naming system)

Touya's bleeding eyes were still glued to her as she walked across the street and next to a wall. In an alleyway she walked by, some 3 guys, presumably pedorapists, jumped her and led her inside the alley. WAH! Not good. Thought Touya as he jaywalked... jayran across the street and narrowly missed a cement truck zooming by. I MUST SAVE HER- suddenly, a horrific scream lingered through the air. Nobody heard it (except for Touya), and it wasn't the voice of Kurumi. Touya approached the alleyway and was greeted with a long spray of blood flying past his eyes and spraying all over the alley's left wall. A sound similar to a tree branch breaking sounded, followed by a bone-chilling cry of pain. More blood was splattered, this time covering both walls. Touya dared not to look inside. "No, no! PleaseIbegofyou!" cried one of the pedorapists inside. She apparently ignored his pleas for mercy, because a loud CRUNCH sounded, spraying some gray and pink matter all over the walls.

He walked inside the alley to see Kurumi standing over a corpse. Its head was stoved in and brains were slipping out of it like wet oats. She held a large rock in one hand and a dismembered human arm in the other, while looking down at the body. Her black and red school uniform was now stained and splattered with crimson. To say that it was a lurid sight would be a misunderstanding. It was more like a dismemberment party. Slowly, involuntarily jerking and twitching her head, Kurumi looked at the Touya who was losing it and having a heart attack.

She slowly walked to him, dropping the arm and the rock.

OHHH SH-T! I'M A WITNESS! SHE NEEDS TO DISPOSE OF WITNESSES! HHOOOOOHHHH CRAP! I NEVER EVEN SAID BYE TO MY PARENTS YET! Kurumi was now standing face to face with Touya, who was slightly taller than her.

"Will you promise not to tell anybody?" she pleaded.

Touya's eyes bled profusely. His heart was ready to explode. One wrong action, and he was sure that his arms would be ripped off.

"Ok." Touya peeped out, immobilized by fear. For some reason, nobody was around.

"How do I know I can trust you?" asked Kurumi.

By killing me. Yep, I'm a goner. Two can keep a secret, but only if one is dead.

"I know." She had an idea. "Come closer."

30 seconds later...

Ooohhhh... Touya stumbled out of the alleyway and fainted. Well, that was probably the best day of my life. Kurumi just served justice to the 3 pedorapists with the punishment as no arms and crushed heads.

"Touya?! TOUYA?!" Cried Touko as she hurried over to him. "Are you-"

"I'm fine..." he whispered. "...I got to see Kurumi-Chan's-"

"BLAUUUUURGH!" Somebody vomited all over the floor, and Touko looked up to see who it was. "HOH MY GOSH! Touko! Did you see what happened here?! Touya! Did you-"

"No... I didn't see anything, Brendan..." he mumbled, regaining consciousness. As part of his promise on not telling the authorities what was happening, Kurumi showed him what he had longed to see for weeks, ever since she enrolled in his high school.

Her other eye. No, Touya was not a pervert.

Wow, I wish I had contacts like that... he thought, barely awake at all. ...unless they're real...

"They are."

Earlier...

"EVERYTHING IS PURPLE!" Sang Spork in the tune of Everything is Awesome. "EVERYTHING GLOWS PURPLE, AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY. EVERYTHING IS PURPLEEEEEE! EVERYTHING IS PURPLEEEEEE! EVERYTHING IS-"

"And everything isn't moving as well. Odd." remarked Grif as he observed Haruhi and the others, whose faces were stuck in shock. "Wait, didn't Rias mention something about Gasper stopping time? Is this what time stopped looks like?"

"GASPER!" Tucker exclaimed, who was pointing to a cardboard box in the room. "I never even knew you were there! Tell me, did you freeze time in this universe or everywhere else as well?" Gasper poked his head out of the box.

"Everywhere!" he cried. "But I can't keep it up for long!" Spork went to work. First, he picked up the revolver and snapped it in half. Next, he picked up the bullet, still in mid-flight, and placed it away. Then, he walked out of the room and came back in with his helmet on, then walked up to the frozen Kurumi still standing on the table.

"Hey, Kurumi-Chan!" Spork said. "How's it going? I must say, you have great aim! Nearly took my eye out back there, but it won't be a problem now." He put his arm over her shoulder and said, "Isn't this great? The ability to stop time? It's so... amazing. He walked back and forth on the table as he spoke. "Too bad it won't last long, though. So I must SAVOR EVERY MOMENT!" Suddenly, the purple glow started to fade. "Huh? Gasper, are you-"

"-I'm losing control! Quick, go back to your seats!" The purple rapidly faded as Grif and Tucker took their seats, but as Spork rushed back to his seat, he tripped over Rias's arm and flew forwards as Gasper completely lost control. For some reason, he didn't hit the floor. When he opened his eyes, he saw why.

Oh crap.

Everybody in the room, excluding Spork and Kurumi, were speechless. The "cushion" Spork landed on was none other than her...

"Pervert." facepalmed Koneko.

"Nono, it was an accident! Right, Tucker and Grif?" they both nodded quickly. "See? It was an accident! How could I do such a thing?" Spork still had his face buried in Kurumi's chest as he looked up at her. "H-hey, Kurumi! This isn't what it seems! I'm serious!" Great, the UNSC could be monitoring me! They're going to label me as a sex offender! EYAUGH! And then the unexpected happened. She placed her hands on his helmet and pulled him in deeper. Is this heaven? Or is this hell? Is the UNSC monitoring me? Or is it not? Am I dreaming?

"Sierra 007, come in! This is the UNSC Nagato, please respond!" Oh dear no. Spork politely pushed himself off of Kurumi and stumbled backwards with the horrible truth, not caring that he fell off and got his balls smashed by Koneko. "I repeat, this is the UNSC Nagato, please respond!"

"This is Sierra 007. Were you monitoring my helmet camera?" asked Spork as he got up in pain.

"What? Yes, I was." NOO! I'm going to be dishonorably discharged, be sent to jail, and be rejected from every job except McDonalds because I'M GOING TO BE LABELED AS A SEX OFFENDER! "I just started when you fell off the table."

"Sorry, but I'm kind of busy right here. Sierra 007 out, and if you were wondering, we do not need support. Do not send in Spartan Stratos." He ripped the transmitter off his helmet and stomped on it, still trying to grasp what had just happened.

Aboard the UNSC Nagato, present time...

The UNSC Nagato was a unique ship owned by the UNSC. It was as heavily modified UNSC Frigate that was as big as the moon, had two massive front thrusters on the side along identical to the two on the back, was painted khaki (#FFF68F HEX) with a thick, brick red stripe near the top running across its length, and instead of having one MAC (magnetic accelerator cannon, basically a gigantic railgun), it had 6 of them arranged like a minigun so it couold be reloaded quickly. The MAC Gatling gun was reloaded like a normal minigun could. Each individual cannon can destroy pretty much everything, like vehicles, city buildings, gigantic spaceships, and armies of animals, humans, and zombies. The rifling of the each cannon's barrel is unique from other railguns because of the fact that there are 1,000,000 turns per nanometer. Around the barrel is a magnetic coil to speed up the projectile. When it is fired, the slug rockets through the barrel at the speed of light, or 983571056 feet per second because of the powder in the slug's case. The instant the pin strikes the primer of the slug, an electrical signal is sent through the magnetic coil at the same speed and direction of the slug. This creates an extremely powerful electromagnet, an extremely powerful electromagnet that pulls the slug along even faster with much more force. Engineers used their extensive knowledge of physics to build a device that absorbs all the recoil of the weapon and directed the energy from the recoil to the slug, propelling it EVEN FASTER WITH A CRAPLOAD OF MORE POWER. Combine this with the fact that the rifling in the barrel will dramatically increase the aerodynamic stabilization and accuracy of the projectile, you have a railgun that can destroy any vehicle ever made in one well-placed shot (the slug must strike the engine) and pass through one mile of the hardest material ever made as if it were air. The projectile at its fastest can go up to 100 times the speed of light, thought to be impossible by the laws of physics (NOT ANYMORE). Now just imagine how this would perform with 60 shots per minute and 5 more of the cannons. Also take into consideration that the entire MAC Gatling gun was as long as the entire ship, so there was a lot of rifling. In fact, this weapon was so effective that it destroy planets and its total cost was 9 trillion dollars, not including the ship itself.

"Spartan 007's last known location was in the Savannah before we got a comms blackout. As you can see in the final seconds of the footage we got from his visorcam, you can see that he is clearly being held prisoner." Aboard the ship, in a war room, the footage was played showing Koneko stomping on Spork's groin, then his helmet. Everybody in the room gasped.

"I vote we send in Spartan Stratos! There is also a chance that the Blood Gulch Spartans are being held prisoner as well!" suggested a General in the room.

"Who votes that we should send in Stratos?" everybody in the room raised their hands, all with stars on their shoulders. "This meeting is adjourned!"

"And it was incredibly short." somebody mumbled as he left the room.

In a different part of the Nagato...

"I hear they are going to send in Spartan 009!" One Spartan-III was all it took for the word to spread across the entire ship. "And I wish that the name Yamato was available, because it fits this ship more, y' know?"

"I like the name but BULLSH-T! If I know anything about Spork, the Blood Gulch Spartans, Agent Washington, and Thel Vadam, it's that they simply WON'T let themselves be held prisoner. Look at Sarge, Donut, and Agent Washington. In less than 30 minutes, they broke out using only their bare hands." reasoned an older Spartan-III."Sending Stratos in would be inefficient and one more Spartan-II to keep track of, even though her skills are barely on par with 117's. Perhaps greater than his."

"B-tch please." Said a female Spartan-III who was walking by. "Take a look at 1337's, Nicole's, and Spork's skills in hand to hand combat. Master Chief would die if he tried to fight them."

"STRATOS FTW!" called a marine who was jogging by. He was followed by a legion of marines, all chanting

"STRA-TOS! STRA-TOS! STRA-TOS!" as they passed the three Spartan-IIIs.

"Well, looks like Stratos wins."

Meanwhile...

The train wasn't heading for Alabama. Why? Well, a few hours ago they passed the great plains of America. It stretched from Texas and went north from there, but for some reason the train returned to the sea of grass. The trip now involved staring out the freight car's open doors and stare at nothing. Just grass and hills for miles on end, with no animals at all. Miles and miles of grass. Nothing else, just grass. Master Chief was still sitting on the top, looking out for an enemy that wasn't even there. "For a while, the great plains seem beautiful but eventually it boils down to the same thing over and over again." said Master Chief, breaking the silence.

"Too bad it was burned away in 2333, around the same time the United States of America turned into the Warring States of America." sighed Cortana. 2333 CE was a devastating time for the citizens of the USA. A president went corrupt, brainwashed the House of Representatives and the Senate so they would agree to every decision that was made, and one minute later, all states were now declared independent countries and tried to take over each other. So far, a ceasefire was made and all former states remained intact, except for a few redrawn borders in California and Texas. Alaska was a bloody battleground, with Russians and Canadians fighting over the 49th state. California decided to avoid the violence in Alaska and shared half of Hawaii and its states with Japan.

"NO WAY!" Scout stuck his head out of the freight car. "A COW!" He pointed excitedly with his robot arm to the cow chewing on its cud as the train passed. "THE FIRST ANIMAL WE EVER SAW!" A gunshot from Red Sniper's hunting rifle cracked, and the cow fell with its right eye blown up.

"Boom." smiled Red Sniper. "Headshot."

"W-WHATTHE..." Scout clenched his fists and went batsh-t on Red Sniper. "WHAT THE H-LL WAS THAT FOR?! You HAD to break the peace! It was just a friggin' cow! What did it do, terrorize your family?!"

"I was bored." reasoned Red Sniper. He walked into the freight car's corner, got out a mason jar, unscrewed the cap, and began to pee in it.

Something good isn't happening in the Savannah...

"K-Kurumi-Chan, can we sort this out non-violently?" Before she got a chance to respond, the Arbiter leapt up and tackled her. Both of them flew out of the "dining room" and ended up with Arby on the top, holding his energy sword against her neck. For compensation, she took out her flintlock pistol and shoved the barrel under his chin.

"Well, that escalated quickly." commented Church. Everybody in the dining room rushed out and surrounded Kurumi and the Arbiter. Guns were aimed, swords were steadied, and some fists were raised. "And guys, why don't we try out Doc's suggestion for once?"

"Were it so easy." sighed the Arbiter. "Negotiating is out of the question."

"So what do you want to do, just go trigger happy on her?" shouted Church. "COME ON! She can't be older than 16! Sure, she tried to kill Spork-"

"-twice." said Spork. "The reason why I'm here is because of her. She's the source of these... portals opening up everywhere. And where the heck are Takashi, Rei, Kohta, Saeko, Saya, Alice, and Shizuka?! Don't tell me they're still in Tokyo!" Kurumi decided that the Arbiter was holding her at swordpoint for too long, so she kicked him off and shot at him with her pistol. The slug brushed the top of his skull as he fell to the floor.

"Zafkiel." Kurumi held up her right arm, and out of absolutely nowhere, a giant, golden clock appeared behind her. It was one of the old-fashioned kinds. "Do you know what this is? Of course you don't. You're just mere humans."

"This escalates too quickly." mumbled Soap.

"Do you see this?" Kurumi pointed to her left eye. "This... is my time. My life. Behind me is Zafkiel. Every time I use it, and as the days go by, my time is drastically cut down. In order to replenish my time, I must consume others' by killing them." Church gave her a WTF? look. All of this sounded like utter bullsh-t to him and a lame excuse for her to kill all of them. "I am a Spirit. The source of your so-called spacetime ruptures. Now for a little demonstration on how Zafkiel works." She aligned her pistol to the clock's seven and a black mist flew into the barrel. "This is the seventh bullet, Zayin."

Kurumi shot Kiba and Xenovia three times each. Instead of ripping through them, the slugs exploded when they impacted their heads. A purple and black aura was surrounding them, who were not moving. At all. "It temporarily slows time down on a target I shoot." she explained. Now that both of the knights were taken out, the group was now lacking in extreme speed and agility. Kurumi aimed her pistol to the one on the clock. "First bullet. Aleph, also known as accelerated time." The black mist flew into the barrel, which was pressed against her head and fired.

"LESS TALK MORE ACTION!" 1337 shouted, blinded by his one objective; avenging Xenovia and Kiba. I don't need guns. He thought, dropping his SKS and running up to Kurumi. In order to dodge her shots, he ran diagonally in unpredictable patterns until he was within "slam dunking range", and that involved getting dangerously close to her. 1337 leapt up, both fists balled together to deliver the KO slam, but she suddenly disappeared. Oh yeah... doesn't her "first bullet" speed up whatever it touches? That means that... two powerful arms grabbed 1337's sides and threw him to the ground. She landed on his groin, crunching it in the process but not inflicting any permanent damage. If it wasn't for the armor's crotch guard, blood would have been seeping out of his balls.

"Alright, let's just JUMP BEHIND THESE CRATES!" Ordered Sarge, shoving Rias and Akeno behind a thick pallet of crates. A metal slug ripped through the air, right where they were (not are. A big difference) standing. If they were shot, their extremely fast movements and reflexes would have probably disoriented them. Now it was Rias's time to pull Sarge behind their cover. The rest of the Spartans and demons ran behind a towering pillar of crates that were full of styrofoam and some machinery, which would act as good bullet-stopping cover for now. Rias leapt out from behind the pillar of crates and held out both of her arms. The red circles appeared on her palms, shooting out two beams of light and narrowly missing Kurumi.

"It has been proven that a woman's greatest fear is... humiliation and embarrassment." mumbled Tucker from behind the crate mountain. "If we could burn her clothes off or something..."

"...THAT'S IT!" Issei Hyoudou's mind was barraged by a wave of epiphanies. "Ddraig, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Of course I am." chuckled Ddraig. Issei's boosted gear glowed brightly. "BOOST!"

"As a pawn," explained Issei, "I have the ability to promote myself to a different chess piece because I made it to the enemies' base a while back, just like in a game of chess. How I got to promote myself is a long story. Anyways, cover fire for me and I'll temporarily promote myself to a knight, increasing my speed, agility, and reflexes. Just watch from there."

Tucker stuck his DMR's barrel out of the side of his cover and flipped it to full-auto, spraying bullets in Kurumi's direction, who his behind the massive clock she summoned. Issei ran out and shouted "PROMOTION! KNIGHT!" In the blink of an eye, he lunged to the clock and smashed it to millions of pieces with one punch of his Boosted Gear. Kurumi shot Issei in the left arm, but the slug merely bounced off.

"I have an idea!" Sarge said, taking out what looked like an ear for a headphone and one rectangular, purple lens for a pair of glasses attached to it. "This... is called a scouter! I made it myself, and what it does is it scans the target with a variety of x-rays, each with different intensity, so I can scan their mental capabilities! The scouter ranks targets from one to one hundred, one hundred being the best and one the worst!" Taking off his helmet and attaching the scouter on, he peeked out of the cover and scanned Kurumi, who was unleashing a barrage of bullets on Issei, but managed only to hit his armored forearm. The scouter's result drove Sarge to insanity, ripping it off.

"What does the scouter say about her power level?" questioned Koneko.

"IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAND!" Sarge growled. He scanned Koneko, then said "Yours is OVER NINE THOUSAND AND ONEEEEE!" This was too much for the scouter and Sarge, who crushed it in his hand and put his helmet back on.

"You have much to learn, Tokisaki Kurumi." said Ddraig as her impending doom was near. "Issei's left arm is not his anymore. In exchange for his power exponentially raised, he sacrificed it to me, Ddraig. The red dragon emperor. Dragons are unaffected by time as well as a devil's weakenesses." Issei rested his hand on Kurumi's left shoulder, and a red circle like the one on Rias's palms briefly glowed.

"W-what?" Kurumi dropped her pistol. "My bullets have no affect?"

"ALRIGHT, DDRAIG!" Issei growled. "BOOST ONE FINAL TIME!"

"BOOST!"

Kurumi slowly walked backwards as Issei approached her with a perverted grin on his face. "W-what are you going to do to me? Stop looking at me like that!"

"Is he really going to use this..." Koneko facepalmed.

"What is he going to do?" Nicole asked. "Is he going to kill her?"

"Just watch."

Issei made one final step to Kurumi, who was backed against the wall.

"I never expected somebody as malevolent as you to act like this."

Holding up his Boosted Gear, Issei ran back and said to the Spartans, "Do you have cameras in your visors? If you do, get them ready for action." He faced Kurumi, who was frightened sh-tless, and uttered his final words that would change history forever:

"DRESS BREAKER!"

Issei snapped his fingers held up in the air.