It was up to Kurama now, with Yusuke still refusing to leave Genkai, Kuwabara beaten into submission and Hiei, though he would never admit it still injured; the fox demon was the team's only chance for deliverance. Kurama sat alone on a window sill, staring out at the vast expanses of whatever plane of existence the Fight Club took place on. He pondered whether he was in Makai, the Spirit World, Earth, or perhaps some other mysterious realm. He reviewed his strategies and all possible outcomes for the quickly approaching match. Though one could never tell, Kurama's spirit energy was fairly low compared to that of Hieie and Yusuke, yet he was potentially the most lethal of the three because of his agile mind. In a fight, Kurama could see every possible solution and being a brilliant strategist, act upon it. Of course his ability to control Makai plants and thief skills also came in handy. The fox drew a beautiful rose from his long red hair and kicked a pillow into the air; before the cushion could even finish its ascent a long, green whip had reduced it to feathers. The whip vanished just as quickly and Kurama returned the rose to its resting place. The fight was in only a few hours, he had some rehearsing to do.

Miroku was in a similar state. The next fight would be his, Inuyasha had resolved to fight last and Sango wanted a break, though the monk did not know why. He examined his staff, almost unbreakable; its sturdy wood had withstood a slash from the Tetsuaiga unscathed. Miroku drew from the folds of his purple and black robes a dozen thin papers adorned with Buddhist symbols. Spells of binding, spells of power, spells of death, and an assortment of other demon fighting curses were written upon the sheets. Finally he examined his right hand; the one covered in cloth and bound with a rosary, here was his greatest weapon and simultaneously ultimate burden. The wind-tunnel, a curse placed upon his grandfather by Naraku, a void in space and time that would one day consume him, but until then could be used to defeat the strongest of opponents. Miroku hoped he would not have to use the wind-tunnel but he felt no confidence.

The time to fight was now. Both teams assembled for a fourth time around the miraculous ring and lovely announcer. "Now for the fourth and perhaps final match of this Tournament," The Dark Magician Girl said, "Who will it be?" "Miroku," "Kurama." "All Right! Now that each team has chosen a fighter let the battle begin!" "Be careful Kurama," pleaded Kuwabara from his lying position on the grass, broken and bruised but refusing to stay in the hospital. "I'll try," said Kurama softly with a smile. Hiei, the thief's best friend, met his gaze and nodded and Kurama climbed the stairs to the ring. Miroku already stood there, the two locked eyes, priest and demon, lecher and gentlemen, fighter and fighter. "Begin!" Commanded the lovely announcer, and with that a war started.

Miroku wasted no time; he pulled out a curse and threw it on the ground before Kurama. Instantly a wall of smoke blasted from the ground and enveloped Kurama in an opaque cone, the fox was blind. But the priest knew that was not enough, he drew two spells of binding and threw them into the smoke, feeling a small charge of magic when the activated. Now his quarry was blinded and paralyzed, and Miroku could take all the shots he wanted. And shots did he take, via a new technique created just for this battle. Mirku swung his staff, releasing a wave of energy completely invisible except for the dust it momentum kicked up. The attack darted into the smoke, striking its target head on. Miroku swung again and again, loosing waves of power at the stagnate Kurama, he paused, the smoke would be clearing soon and he would be able to witness his handiwork. The cylinder of smog began to dissipate and finally vanished completely but what remained shocked and horrified Miroku. Kurama stood surrounding by a great dome of swirling, flying petals, still stricken by two binding spells but completely unharmed. "What the hell?" Inuyasha exploded, "this guy uses flowers in fights?" "Huh huh, alright Kurama!" Kuwabara called. Miroku watched horrified as Kurama smiled and allowed the petals to cut the curses into shreds. "I thought I might as well wait for that confounded veil of yours to disappear before releasing myself of your bonds, mobility is not good if one is blind." Kurama explained amiably. "Impressive," Miroku said respectively, "but a little cleverness will not save you my friend." And with that the monk threw an exploding curse. Kurama jumped and barely dodged the paper before it detonated where the demon once stood. Miroku launched several more, instantly the rose whip appeared in Kurama's hand and he deftly destroyed each papyrus missile before it could reach him. "I guess he does use flowers," Sango answered obviously to Inuyasha who just sighed woefully. Miroku looked on as the demon and his strange weapon landed on the ring silently, completely un-phased and looking just as he did before the fight began. "Your move sir," Kurama said politely with a hand gesture.

Miroku smiled and without warning charged at Kurama, but the demon was ready. However, he was not ready for Miroku's next move. Mere feet away from his opponent, the monk drew a new spell, one that read 'stone.' It flew at Kurama, attaching itself to his torso, immediately the demon went slack, he bent over and his arms swung lifelessly at his sides. Miroku was on him in a flash, sending a crushing blow to the thief's chin with the bottom of his staff. "What happened to Kurama?" Kuwabara anxiously asked Hiei, the fire demon looked on in horror as he saw the spell, "that's a stone spell, it makes the victims body become like granite, by some magic manipulation of the blood, causing all movement to be incredibly dampened." Hiei was correct, Kurama felt his entire being harden and become amazingly weighty, and though he did not look it, the fox knew his body had become a stone. Yet somehow Miroku's attacks felt the same. The priest landed blow after blow to his enemy's face, gut, and head and it was beginning to take its toll. Kurama was a mess, bloody and scarred, but worst of all, unable to counter in any way. "Listen, I am a reasonable man, surrender and I'll lift the curse and let you go," Miroku said. The offer sounded great but Kurama knew that if he didn't win then the tournament was lost, something that could not happen. "My apologies friend, but it appears I am not as reasonable as you." Miroku looked almost sad, obviously the demon was civilized, but he his duty. He ended his physical assault and grabbed another exploding curse from his long robes. He aimed the weapon at Kurama but before he could fire his spell, the battle took yet another turn.

Kurama closed his eyes and muttered some incoherent conjuring; a grotesque plant sprouted from the ground and attached itself to Kurama's shoulder. Miroku looked on in horror as the thing began to seemingly suck Kurama's blood. "Eew," sneered Inuyasha, Sango, and Kuwabara simultaneously while Hiei smiled. The plant took another gulp and then suddenly stopped, swayed a bit and then fell to ground with a resounding thud that bellied its size, meanwhile Kurama stretched his arms. "But...How?" Asked Miroku as his quarry tore off the now meaningless stone spell and moved freely. "The stone spell hardens demon blood, immobilizing them." The priest told himself more that anybody. "Exactly," said Kurama, tearing off a piece of his red uniform to staunch the wound caused by the plant. "That is why I summoned the Blood sucking plant, to remove the spell from my body, as you can see the spell has now infected the plant. This is extremely lucky for me seeing as how if the botanical monstrosity had continued I would have been killed." Kurama explained calmly, motioning toward the stiff, unmoving plant. "Brilliant," Miroku whispered, this monster was intelligent, but the monk still had a couple more tricks quite literally up his sleeve.

Another spell was in Miroku's hand, this one was called The Wall. He threw the thing to the ground, where it clung like it was glued but nothing happened. Kurama looked puzzled for a brief moment before cracking his whip toward the priest. Before the beautiful weapon even got close it was stopped by a force, invisible to all but priests. "This spell is known as the wall, it forms a shield of sorts impenetrable by demons." "Alright Miroku," Inuyasha smiled, "he can't get you but how are you going to beat him?" "Interesting," Kurama mused, but before he could think about his predicament for long Miroku launched yet another wave of energy attacks from his staff. Kurama jumped, slid and sidestepped to avoid the attacks but he was one short of a perfect performance. The fox was brought to the ground gruffly by the invisible energy, but was it an accident. "Once again, I give you a chance to surrender. You are obviously not evil and thusly I am unwilling to kill you." Miroku called. "Thank you for the offer but again I must decline." Kurama replied, his face still toward the ground, while combing his fingers through his hair. "I see, well then, goodbye." Said Miroku as he swung the gilded staff above his head, preparing to let loose enough energy to finish off the red haired youth but before he could even summon the power a multitude of thick, green vines burst from the ground, one of them piercing the wall spell. The vines stiffened and ceased their ascent some ten feet about the ground, razor tips glinting in the light. Realization hit Miroku like a train as he saw the spell in the air, torn. Kurama's rose whip sang like a opera star as it sped toward Miroku with uncanny speed and accuracy, the monk threw up his staff, deflecting the slash with the middle. Kurama struck again and Miroku knocked away the ki charged flower. The priest leapt back and pulled fourth his final spell, the paper flew at Kurama activating while still in air, and the fox began to shrink. The awful power of the spell was acting upon Kurama before he could even glimpse at the simples written on it. What the fox did know was that the world was a much bigger place than it was before.

Miroku now towered above the three inch tall Kurama, the fight was over. He picked up the spell and stuck it to the head of his staff, where its power could still influence Kurama. Miroku looked to the Dark Magician Girl for confirmation of his victory but none came. "Sorry, but the fighter must be dead or incapacitated for a victor to be named." "Look at him," Miroku cried, "he's a bug, do you really want me to keep fighting him?" "Rules are rules." The priest sighed and looked down at Kurama who stood defiantly despite his miniscule stature. Miroku lifted his foot and brought it down with a vengeance, a weak attack but enough to create a major earthquake for Kurama. The fox's entire world shook violently from the great impact but he soon recovered. He dodged another stomping and flew into the air as high as he could go; about a foot. Miroku slapped the tiny thief away but Kurama was not done. Picking himself up, the red haired tiny titan stretched the rose whip to its maximum length and wrapped it around Miroku's leg. He told the whip to recede to its lesser length, which it did and it the process pulled Kurama up to Miroku's knee. Before the monk could react, Kurama had wrapped the whip around his arm and swung onto his bicep. Miroku swatted and danced with frustration but Kurama simply ran up his forearm and jumped onto the head of the staff. "Uh oh," muttered Miroku as the tiny rose whip cracked and sliced the shrinking curse in two. Instantly Kurama was back to normal and sitting on Miroku, when this was noticed both fighters scrambled away from each other and locked gazes. "I was hoping I wouldn't have t use this," Miroku said regrettably as he pulled of his glove and rosary." Kurama simply watched and tensed his muscles in preparation for this ultimate assault. Miroku quickly tore away the rosary and pointed his outstretched hand at Kurama and that's when the hurricane began.

A mighty torrent of wind and terror swept throughout the entire stadium as chunks of plaster, tile from the rings, huge mounds of dirt and grass, and even the odd audience member flew into the gapping hole in Miroku's hand. Kurama valiantly resisted but was being pulled more and more into the black oblivion. The fox swung his rose whip around a fence pole in the audience seating and held on for dear life, he had only one option now, but it was a lengthy one and time had just become a precious commodity.

"AHHHH OH NO!" Howled Kuwabara as he clutched Hiei's leg to keep from being sucked into the abyss. Hiei had plunged his katana into the dirt and struggled bravely against the omnipotent force of the wind tunnel, "hurry up Kurama!" He cried with eyes shut. Kurama was in similar situation, clinging feverishly to his rose whip he waited, waited and waited but time was up. The pole was breaking against the tremendous force of the hurricane as more and more matter was sucked in. Yes, he was definitely out of time. The pole snapped, Kurama was now flying, flying straight for the eye of the hurricane, death. He struggled vainly to keep away from the epicenter of the violence but with nothing to hold onto he simply rushed faster toward his fate. The force of the wind tunnel sucked Kurama closer to Miroku until his feet were centimeters away from the hole.

And that's when he said it.

"Die."

With that simply command, the wind stopped and a lovely garden sprang from Miroku's body, his eyes glazed over and he fell to the ground, motionless. Everything that had not already been sucked into the black hole of the wind tunnel came crashing down to earth. "Wha...what happened?" Asked Kuwabara from underneath a huge piece of plaster. "Winner...Kurama!" Hollered the Dark Magician Girl, not quite as enthusiastic as the previous times. Kurama, walked out of the ring to no applause from the bewildered and shocked audience. "So you pulled it off," stated Hiei . Kurama smiled weakly, "barely." "Wait, what happened exactly?" screeched Kuwabara. Kurama turned to see his friend eclipsed by debris, he freed him while explaining, "When my opponent unleashed that...cyclone of his, I dropped several seeds of the death plant knowing that they would be absorbed into the hole. Then it was simply a matter of staying alive long enough for the seeds to take root and subsequently saying the command." "Oh man, well as long as we won," Kuwabara said.

Inuyasha and Sango were running to the hospital wing, both holding one of Miroku's arms. "Hurry, he's just barely alive!" Screeched Sango. "I know, I know," replied Inuyasha, doubling his efforts. That was it, the final draw, Inuyasha thought, next fight, he was taking over.