By: Darkknight

Stick the usual disclaimer here.

Jils looked at the phone as he heard the female voice say "This phone line has been disconnected" over and over again. Jils set the receiver down as Fals and Iven went about blockading the door.

"Quickly, draw your weapons, we need to get out of here," Fals said. She then turned to Iven and asked, "Is there a back way out of here?"

"Nope," replied Iven, "The only way in or out is the front door." Fals cursed, then pulled out her staff. Iven raised her glaive, and Jils drew his rapier. The door seemed to pulsate, then began creaking. Finally, all the furniture that had been piled in front of the door went flying in every possible direction. The three compatriots nimbly dodged all the debris, then saw a huge Garblax standing in the doorway. Garblax are monsters that stand about ten feet tall and are very strong. Through his legs, Jils could see that there was a rather large platoon of monsters behind him.

The Garblax stood there looking at the three humans, then held up a sign that said, "You are under arrest for conspiring against the leader of Germany." Flas started making signs with her fingers, said a few incantations, then said "Fira." The Garblax's shirt burst into flames. Fals continued her magical onslaught, following with Blizzara and Thundara, completely obliterating the beast. The monster fell backwards, and behind him all the monsters in his platoon looked dazed. In the back of the pack of monsters stood another large monster, like none Jils or the others had ever seen. He wore a large helmet, stood about fifteen feet tall, held a whip, and was really really ugly, more so than most other monsters.

"Charge," the monster said. The individual troops charged into the house, where they met their opposition. Fals fell to the back of the threesome and fired off spell after spell, and putting quite the flair into it as well.

Iven leapt into the fray, and after a bit of fighting her eyes went wide with adrenaline. She let herself go and the berserker inside of her exploded out of the confined innards of her soul. She fought with the ruthlessness of a beast herself, giving no mercy.

Jils kept his composure, slishing and slashing as the creatures came at him. He ran one through the chest, then slashed another to ribbons. He skewered one through the arm, who dropped his weapon and fell to the floor, howling in pain. Jils left him as he was, turning to another and dueling with him, having fun and smiling like there was no tomorrow. The monster held hi sword and fought as hard as he could, but he was no match, even when Jils was going easy on him. Two of the monsters companions joined the fray, and Jils was forced to use his all, but still laughing. Finally, he finished them all off, relieving them of their weapons and running them through.

Finally they finished off the last of the monstrosities. They looked outside and saw the large behemoth heaving in rage. The monster called out, "You've destroyed my entire platoon!"

"Yeah, 'cause they tried to kill us, you dunce," replied Iven, who'd regained control.

"I am General Hellmus of the German Army, Seventh Special Division. You will die at my hands!" he roared, then bounded across the street to where they were. His fists seemed to grow larger, and when they slammed down on the spot where the threesome was, it looked to be the size of a cement truck. After the hand came down, Jils quickly jumped up onto the arm, and ran up the length of it, jabbing his rapier into the arm. Jils jumped off, and in his wake he left the leviathan screaming in pain while his arm gushed purple ooze out of the pin sized holes created by the rapier.

Iven's eyes again went wide with lust. She ran up to the general and slashed at his kneecaps. The wounds made by the little people, as the general saw them, only made him angrier and angrier. Suddenly, he felt his chest start to grow warm. Fals yelled, "Fira." His chest seemed about to burst, and he screamed in rage. He brought his arms down, pummeling the street, but he never seemed able to make contact with any of the ants he was aiming for. Finally, his arm swung to the right, catching Iven and swatting her to the side with enough to force to make her cough up blood.

Although any normal person would've heaved and died, the berserker in Iven grew even more vicious, eager to strike down the thing that enraged her. She ran at the general and made a dash up his already wounded arm to bring her Glaive crashing down on his skull. The impact was vicious, enough to split the fiend's head in two. The great body lurched in one last throw of life, then came crashing down to the street.

Then, from down the road came a body so fast it seemed to be but a blur. The blur stopped in front the group and Jils immediately greeted him.

"Looks like I'm a little late for the party," the man said.

"Yup," Jils said, sitting down on a large slab of cement that had been thrown sideways into the ground. "Guys, this is my good friend Kil. He's the one on the phone."

"Yeah, as soon as heard the phone go dead, I knew there was something wrong. Then, I just followed the sound of destruction, which seems to eternally follow my friend Jils."

Everyone laughed. After a bit of rest and relaxation, Fals gave Kil a notice that he would need to transmit to headquarters as soon as he got past the border. After a little nap, Kil got up and took off into the horizon, off to send the message.

A/N: Ok, so our new friend here is a carbon copy of me. Also, Iven, the berserker, is a rendition of my friend Kelley. I hope you liked it. R&R please.