Disclaimer will be stuck here. This is really annoying how I always have to write this...

Pyth and Lyn stood and watched as the door was slowly forced in. When the door was open enough, Pyth immediately jammed a knife in the monster's face. The creature roared in pain and staggered back from the door. Another one took his place, but this one smart, only putting his fingers around the edge of the door and not showing his face. Unfortunately for him, Pyth was no idiot. He slit the beast's fingers, which let go of the door.

Finally, after much pain, the monsters opened the door fully. With no other choice, the two went into the fray of monsters, fighting their way through.

"Ten," yelled Pyth, counting the number victims felled by his hands.

"Twenty-three," Lyn said, smashing in a fiend's face.

Pyth growled, angry that Lyn was ahead. He continued to slash at the monstrosities with his daggers and throwing knives. The duo made it as far as the janitor's room when they exchanged kill numbers.

"Fifty-seven," Pyth said over the screaming and roaring of the surrounding masses.

"Sixty-two," Lyn said triumphantly, then taunted him by saying, "Face it, you're just not as good as me."

Lyn smashed in three monster's faces, crushed another one's hands and struck one more in the spleen.

They finally fought their way out to the parade field, and there they found the rather large and formidable opponent they'd seen before.

"I am General Ashuda. I oversee this factory. I see that you've met my friends, how nice. I'm sure they've given you a warm welcome."

"Yes they have," Pyth said, panting from the fighting they had to endure. The two of them had only sustained a few cuts and scrapes, but the fighting had worn them out.

"Well, then allow me to end your pain here," he said, then pulled out a large axe. He pulled back and swung it horizontally very near the floor. Lyn hopped back, out of the rage of the swinging death trap, and Pyth somersaulted sideways over the blade, letting fly one knife which stuck in the beast's right eye.

The general howled in pain, holding his eye, then looked down as the blood gushed out of the blinded eye. He brought his fist down on Lyn, who barely got out of the way, but the strength of the impact blew her back four feet, skidding to a stop on the dirt floor.

"Oh man, I'm going to need some extra strength moisturizer after this," Lyn complained.

"Just hope that you'll be able to put on any moisturizer," Pyth said, slashing at the beast's wrists.

"You scraped my beautiful skin, now you're ass is mine," Lyn shouted, swinging her flail. She ran up to the general just as he swung his axe again. Whenever he swung that large blade, his head came quite close to the ground, and when it came close, she swung as hard as she could, crushing his face and his nose. She then jumped away as he fell over, still howling. She then brought her flail down on the back of his neck. As it made contact, Lyn could feel through the flail something cracking and breaking.

"That'll teach you to mess with a girl's skin," Lyn said triumphantly. She then sat down, tired out of her mind.

"Note to self, do not mess with women," Pyth, more to himself than anyone else.

Suddenly, the beast started to move again. He rose up, roaring in anger, and said, "You don't think you can defeat me that easily, do you?"

There came a whistling sound, and then the monster's head snapped to the left. Lodged in the side of the head was a rather large arrow, and a javelin. Two girls jumped down to the field, one held a long bow and the other had a javelin launcher on her arm.

"We were sent by HQ," the one on the left said, "Or at least I was, she says she was sent from another position."

The General finally fell to the ground, with a final thump.