Raimundo stood up, anger swelling in his entire being. He was ready to take on Wuya now than he ever had been before. What did it matter if she had Kimiko's powers? Kimiko would've tried to win anyway. She had done it for him and he would do it for her, but not just her, for Master Fung, for Omi and for Clay. Everyone Wuya had hurt for her own amusement was what he was fighting for now. He may be weak from using his wind power up, he may be grieving for his friends, he may be alone and his girlfriend may be the one he ends up having to fight, but he wouldn't lose. He had no intention of ever losing again.

Wuya stared up the passage way. She wanted to use her powers to stop Raimundo, but something was stopping her from using them. Something beyond her control. Kimiko was trying her hardest to save her boyfriend. She wasn't going to let Wuya win easily.

At the very back of Wuya's currently dominant mind, Kimiko was fighting her hardest. She lashed out at door to Wuya's area of concentration, the concentration she needed to keep control of her powers long enough to use them.

Kimiko lashed out her hardest with her foot and the door splintered and smashed open. Kimiko stood in the doorway for a moment. Her silhouette a frightful shadow of her past self. She was weaker, paler and her body was thinner than before. The power Wuya was drawing was coming directly from Kimiko and it was slowly draining her life force.

"Wuya," she hissed, "You won't kill Raimundo. The only person I've ever loved. I'll never let you take him from me. I thought I had proven that much before."

She walked into the dark room. In the centre of this room was a tree. This tree represented her concentration. At the moment it looked strong and was full of leaves. Kimiko ran her finger gently over one of the leaves. If her theory was correct, her next action should destroy her concentration long enough for Raimundo to get to the chamber, but this plan all depended on her holding out long enough to distract Wuya enough.

Kimiko closed her eyes and images of Omi, Master Fung and Clay flashed in front of her eyes and then Raimundo, smiling at her the way he had always done after they finally admitted they loved each other. Anger filled Kimiko as she imagined that face distorted and bleeding. The way Kimiko had seen him after he had been tortured by Wuya for two whole years.

Anger burning her insides, she reached out and clasped a handful of the leaves and ripped them from the tree, shredding them and rubbing them into the floor with her heel. She could feel Wuya's concentration slipping. This was what she wanted and this was what was going to save Raimundo. If only she had broken through the door soon enough to save Omi and Clay.

Raimundo reached the end of the passage. He saw the form of Kimiko standing there. A brief look of surprise flickered across her face, but then it was gone. Raimundo stared into the beautiful face he had loved and felt nothing but anger. The eyes were wrong. He could see it wasn't Kimiko inside of her. It was the bitch who had stolen her from him.

"Rai … Raimundo," Said Wuya, blinking slightly, "How … how nice of you to join me."

At first Raimundo thought that she was stuttering out of surprise, but then he saw that her eyes kept wandering randomly and she would suddenly started fiddling with the hem of the top she was swearing. She was completely distracted for a moment, then back to normal. Something big was messing with her concentration. Something was acting as a distraction … or someone.

"Kimiko," He whispered quietly.

She was there, helping him. Even now she was protecting him, the same way she did when Wuya captured him for a second time. Well this time it was his turn to save her, even if she was helping on the side.

Dojo looked up the tunnel. The lifeless form of Omi was still beside him. He could sense that there was trouble up ahead. He could sense that Clay was gone too. He shouldn't just be sitting here. That's not what Master Fung, Omi or Clay would do. If they could they would be going to help Raimundo.

Dojo looked around. The wall blocking him was gone. He could get out of the cave, but he would come back. He just needed to get something for Raimundo. Something Raimundo could use. Something that Omi and Clay would've wanted to give him.

Dojo started to make his way up the tunnel towards sun light. He only needed on thing and that meant going back to what was left of the temple. Once he had it he could make his way back to help Raimundo and Kimiko. No way was he going to stand by and let the two remaining Xiaolin Dragons die. He was sick of sitting on the side lines; he should be out there helping them, not hiding in dark corridors and passages for the danger to pass. He had been alive for more than fifteen-hundred years. He had been Daschi's faithful friend and he was now the faithful minder of these dragons. It was his duty to them.

Kimiko could sense Raimundo. She knew he was there. She didn't know how she knew, she just knew. The same way she had just known that Omi and Clay had been there. Her friends were slowly being cut down and all she could do for them now was try to help Raimundo win. Well if that's all she could do then that's what she would do. Nothing would stop her now that she knew that what she was doing was working. This was her one chance to help Raimundo win and possible, just possible, get her body back. However, that wasn't her priority. Her priority was saving the love of her life …

(A/N) This chapter's just building up to the big fight. Once that's started then it should get more interesting. Thank you for reading. Luv Becky.