(I'm getting pretty specific with my titles, aren't I? Well, once all of this is over, I'll have normal titles again… Yes, I'm gonna continue once it's over. I'm on a roll, I can't stop just because I should! Anyway, read on, readers!)

As Hugh continued to step towards Miro, walking down the short stairway of the platform, Miro held his ground unflinchingly. Miro kept a serious face on, showing that he was ready, serious, and trying his best to hide the fact that he was more than ready to void his bowels in panic. That would have to wait, though. As soon as Hugh was within two steps of him, Miro makes a fast, forward, ducking motion and launches his fist forward, punching squarely in the center of Hugh's stomach.

Hugh didn't even seem affected. Miro, however, quickly noticed how much his hand hurt. He felt like he had just punched a wall. Holding his hand in pain and staggering back, Miro looks at Hugh in amazement.

"'Rock hard abs' is just an EXPRESSION!" He yells. "You didn't have to go all-out and actually make them like that!"

"So's 'pencil-neck', but you've got that covered, too." Hugh replies.

Miro tilts his head a bit and feels his neck, checking the thickness of it.

"My neck's not that thin…" He says defensively.

"It will be, once I'm through with it!" Hugh exclaims, walking to Miro and giving him a fast punch in the chest. Miro is knocked off of his feet and hits the ground a short distance away.

"Oh… oww… that smarts…" He says. "Didn't break anything, at least…"

"I can fix that!" Hugh says, moving toward him. Miro was ready this time, though, and rolls out of the way just before Hugh stomped his foot down where Miro recently was. Miro takes the opportunity to get up on his feet and aim a sideways kick at him, which makes contact but also doesn't do much of anything. Hugh turns to Miro.

"Kidney shot!" He says, jabbing Miro on the side of his stomach. Miro winces and steps back, holding his side tenderly.

"Ooowwww…" He says. "That was not funny…"

Miro quickly realizes that he couldn't possibly beat Hugh like this. He needed a weapon. Unfortunately, his baseball bat was still near the main entrance, not that it ever seemed to help much…

Suddenly, something grabs his attention. Turning around, he sees a variety store or a hobby shop or something like that down the hall a short distance. Either way, it was a small store and the sign on it looked promising. 'Things that Aren't Total Crap'

"Good enough!" He says, suddenly running from Hugh and to the store.

"Where do you think you're going?" Hugh says, calmly walking the same direction. "Don't chicken out, we ain't done here yet!"

Once Hugh reaches the entrance to the shop, he walks in a little and looks around.

"Miiiiiroooo?" He calls, smirking. "Where are ya, little guy?"

A strange hissing sound could be heard to Hugh's right. He turns in that direction and sees Miro, smirking, standing next to a small, lit cannon.

"Heeeey, Hugh." Miro says calmly. "You're just in time. I've got something for you. Don't go anywhere, I'll get it to you."

Just then, the fuse of the cannon runs out, firing at Hugh. Hugh just smirks however, and clenches his stomach, making it solid enough to ricochet the cannonball off of his six-pack and back at Miro. Miro ducks, thankfully, and the ball smashes into the wall behind him.

"…WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR EXERCISE PROGRAM?!" Miro asks in shock.

"You wanna give that another try?" Hugh asks smugly.

"…You'll give me a free shot?" Miro asks.

"Sure, but it's the last favor I'll ever do for you." Hugh says.

"…Okay, fine…" Miro says, smirking. He pushes the cannon to a slightly different angle, straining and groaning as he does so, and uses a pen and paper that he finds on a small nearby table to calculate the angles, the wind speed caused by air conditioning, and the velocity of the cannonball.

"…You done yet?" Hugh asks.

"Hmm… Yep." Miro says, putting the paper away and loading the cannon again. He lights the fuse and waits for it to run out.

"Tch, I thought you'd at least try something new." Hugh says, smirking and clenching his stomach muscles again. The cannon fires, once again bouncing off of Hugh's abs.

"Ha! You moron, it didn't work!" Hugh says, laughing.

"But wait. I'm not quite done." Miro says, a smirk on his face now. "I did try something new."

Hugh suddenly notices something. When the ball had ricocheted back, it went at a different angle, as Miro calculated. This time the ball had whizzed over top, and lit the fuse of another, much larger cannon, which unfortunately was pointed right at Hugh.

"I don't care how many sit-ups you've done this morning, this one's gonna hurt!" Miro says. The cannon fires, sending a very large cannonball directly at Hugh, which impacts very hard and sends him a distance out of the shop. He remained lying there for a moment, the large cannonball still on top of him, and grumbles a bit.

Miro walks outside of the shop as well, looking at him.

"You done?" He asks.

"Heheheh…" Hugh says, grabbing the cannonball and lifting it off of himself. "Lucky shot, Miro. Too bad it's not enough." He stands up fully, the cannonball held over his head. He throws it at Miro, which Miro dodges.

"I'm starting to run out of bright ideas…" Miro mumbles to himself.

-

Meanwhile, William continues to trade blows with Muffy and Celia, moving too quickly for the others to really help at all. William summons some roots from the ground, which lash out at the two, but Muffy slices them into stubs with her huge claws. Celia then charges William with her broom, but he deflects it with a hastily-made wall of ice.

"…How exactly are we supposed to help out?" Kai asks, the entire group huddled in one corner of the hall.

"I don't know, Miro wasn't very specific, was he?" Kate says.

"No…" Matthew says in agreement. "I doubt if we could do much, but let's keep watching just in case."

"'Kay." Anna says. And so they continue to watch.

William ducks under one of Muffy's slashes and jumps to avoid another. He quickly throws his ice sword down at her, which she quickly dodges. William notices that he was in the middle of an opening to the second floor of the Mall, one of those holes in the middle of the floor that are surrounded by a railing so that stupid people don't accidentally fall from the second floor to the ground floor. He takes advantage of this by summoning a root from his own hand to shoot out and cling to the railing. He then yanks his arm to throw himself up to the second floor.

"Wow, I didn't know that he could do that to his own body…" Matthew says. "He probably doesn't do it often for fear of damaging himself."

"How are we going to get up there?!" Cliff asks.

"We don't have to, now that William's out of the way, we can go at Celia and Muffy ourselves!" Nami says, drawing her knives and running toward the two.

"Are you nuts?!" Jack says, quickly catching up to her and grabbing her shoulder to stop her. "They're tougher than you now!"

"I fought them before, I know the most about what they can do." Nami says.

"Maybe, but they MIGHT have learned a few new things between then and now." Jack adds.

Celia turns to look at the two, broom at the ready. Daachan sensed that Celia had anger for Nami, so it decided to switch targets momentarally. Aiming the bladed bristles of the broom at them, Daachan's power causes them to shoot off of the broom in a big swarm. Nami and Jack's eyes widen, and they throw themselves to the ground just before the blades passed over them. The rest of the group behind them do the same, however, some were a bit less successful in dodging. Gray and Jack from Mineral Town duck down so quickly that their hats are left behing in mid-air, and are skewered by the blades and pinned to the wall behind them. Some of Popuri's hair is cut shorter by the passing blades, and Cliff is pinned to the wall by his clothes by a few very close-to-hitting blades.

"You see?!" Jack says.

"Yes, that proved your point…" Nami admits.

The group behind them gets up slowly, sighing in relief and checking themselves for damage.

"Can somebody… gimme a hand… please?" Cliff says, looking around at them.

"Oh, of course, dear." Elli says, beginning to pull the blades from the wall and free Cliff.

"Oh, your hair's cut!" Kai says, seeing Popuri.

"Oh, no…" Popuri says, checking her hair. "Well… It's not too bad. I could tie it back or…" She gasps, looking at Kai suddenly.

"What?" Kai asks. "What, is my bandanna out of place?"

"Kai, there's a blade in your HEAD!" She says, pointing. Kai looks up at it. There it was, stuck in the right side of his head.

"Oh, so there is…" Kai says calmly. "No worries, I don't usually use that side of my brain."

"Are you sure?" Popuri asks.

"Yep." Kai says. "I use that side for math and stuff. Wait, I'll try thinking of different things just in case…"

Hmm… Dogs, puppies, horses, seafood, kelp, ice cream… nothing so far, that's good. Umm… Home, family, Ricca- ohh, I felt a twinge... Odd. Better keep going. Umm, Cliff, Jack, Grey, the Inn, porridge… mmm, porridge. Hmm… Say, Popuri's not looking too bad toda- OWW! …My brain just hurt… Oh well. Hmm… Man, I can't wait 'till this is all over so I can take Popuri downstairs and- OWW! …Oh no…

"NO!" Kai yells, frantically trying to pull the blade out of his head. "NOT THAT PART! I NEED THAT PART!"

"What part?" Popuri asks.

"I'm guessing that that part of his brain isn't just for math." Gray mumbles, pulling the blades from his hat and putting it back on. "They'd better not get away with this. This is my favorite hat…"

The previously-hatted-but-now-hatless Jack also busies himself by pulling the blades from his hat and un-sticking it from the wall. Everyone quickly noticed that Jack's previously-uplifted tuft of hair was now draped over half of his face.

"Why did that happen…?" Cliff asks.

"I think I know…" Mary says, inspecting Jack for a moment. "Jack's hat must keep his hair held up. When he puts his hat on, the pressure it exerts on his skull must allow his hair to hang unrealistically in mid-air like it does."

Jack shrugs, pulling the last blade out and placing his hat back on his head. Immediately, his hair tuft bounced back to it's usual self.

"Wow…" Elli says. "It looks like you're right, Mary."

"I thought so." Mary says, crossing her arms in triumph.

Celia, meanwhile, had turned her attention back to William. The handle of her broom no longer had blade-bristles, since she had shot them off, so she threw it away and caused another broom to come to her from a nearby closet. This one she also made the bristles of into a collection of blades.

Jack and Nami, finally standing back up, think for a moment. Nami suddenly gets an idea.

"Jack, she needs to get a new broom every time she does that!" Nami says. "We can stop her this way!"

"How?" Jack asks.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Nami asks.

"Umm…" Jack begins.

-

Inside of Jack's mind, his phyche tries desperately to think up an answer to Nami's question. Three mini-Jacks scribble desperately on a stand, with Jeopardy music playing in the background. Once the music stops, the three stop writing, looking nervous. The first one reveals its answer to be 'What is Throw Potatoes at Her?' A buzzer sounds, indicating that he was wrong. A trapdoor opens beneath him and he falls into the eternal void of Jack's mind. The second one gulps, and reveals his answer: 'What is Eat an Omelet?' The buzzer sounds again, and that Jack falls into the darkness below. The third, sweating nervously, reveals his answer. 'What is Lock All of the Closets?' This time, a bell chimes, and the third Jack jumps around happily.

-

"Umm…" Jack repeats. "…What is lock all of the closets?"

"…Sort of." Nami says, wondering why Jack had answered in the form of a question. "But yes, we have to lock the closets. Let's go, people!"

The group scattered out, trying to find all of the closets in the area and barricade them so that the brooms couldn't escape. Meanwhile, William was busy fighting the two possessed ladies, since they had jumped up to the second floor, too. He was looking like he was being more defensive than offensive now. He got very little time to react between Muffy and Celia's attacks, and the two were synchronized with their movements since they were controlled by Daachan's single consciousness. William had to back off for a moment, and so he did, clearing the large gap on the floor with a jump. Turning to the two, he holds his arms out and causes the right half of himself to glow red, the other half blue. After focusing his power for a bit, he summons an ever-advancing column of ice spikes jutting from the ground on his left side, and a large slew of fireballs from his right. He directs these both to proceed around the gap in the floor, cornering Muffy and Celia in between them. Celia and Muffy, however, jump across the gap before the two attacks could reach them. William had planned for this, and jumps back to the side where Muffy and Celia just were, also jumping into the middle of the two attacks clashing together. It looked as though he would be hurt by it, but when the steam cleared, he was standing there, with the remaining ice, fire, and the water left over from the attacks clashing hovering above him in separate groups. He then moved his hands forward in a pushing motion and the three things all launched forward, across the gap, toward Muffy and Celia. They all contacted together in a crushing heap, and a huge amount of steam rose into the air, obscuring the view of what had happened.

William remained still, other than letting his arms fall to his sides, and waited for the steam to clear. It looked to him like it had worked just as planned, he was sure that the demon hadn't gotten out of the way. Not many things could have, it had all happened very quickly. Nevertheless, he prepared himself by summoning up a wooden poleaxe with an ice blade. He continued to wait, until finally the steam all wafted away. There was nothing. Nothing at all, not even the demon's hosts. Suddenly, William senses something behind him and turns around, seeing Muffy and Celia above him, hanging from the roof. Muffy jumps down at him, making a vertical slashing motion, and William attempts to block by holding his weapon above his head, but Muffy slices it into pieces with her claws. William steps back as Muffy gets up, and Celia uses the same move she had used on the group below, shooting the blades from her broom. William summons a sheet of ice to block them, but three passed through it and went into his right arm. His eye twitches, and he staggers back to the very edge of the gap, leaning back on the railing. Calmly, he looks at his arm and pulls the blades out one by one, throwing them over the edge.

As the group below them continues to barricade the closets, Ricca hears a clink on the ground like something being thrown down. Looking in the direction of it, she sees two blades on the ground, a third one falling down right next to them, each tipped with a bit of blood. Ricca looks up to the second story, and sees William there, his right arm gouged in three areas about the same size as the blades. Not being nearly as clueless as her parents, Ricca knew what had happened right away.

"William!" She yells. "Guys, William's in trouble!"

The rest of the group leave their barricades behind and look, seeing this as well. They run up to where Ricca was and group together, backing up to the opposite wall so that they could have a better view of what was going on.

"What should we do?" Elli asks.

"…I have a plan." Ricca says quickly. "You," She points at Jack. "Go look for…"

-

Hugh, grinning evilly, lifts up a nearby bench, tearing it right from the Mall floor, and throws it at Miro. Miro dodges, barely, by ducking under it, and it passes over him.

"H… How can you do that?!" Miro asks, getting back up to his feet.

"I work out, which is where I've got the advantage 'cause you have no muscles." Hugh says. He picks up a large, potted plant next and gets ready to throw it. Miro takes quick action and spits on the soles of his own shoes, adding traction by doing so, and when Hugh throws the plant, Miro moves out of the way and grabs the plant by its stalk, using its momentum to swing it around and throw it back to Hugh. The plant hits him dead-center in the chest and he staggers back a bit, groaning.

"How'd you know that would work?!" Hugh asks angrily.

"I read it in a book, which is where I've got the advantage 'cause you can't read." Miro says.

Hugh runs at him, swinging a fist, which Miro dodges. He moves behind Hugh and kicks him in the back. Once again, it did absolutely nothing and Miro's leg suffers a painful recoil from that attempt. However, before Miro could move his foot back so that he could hold it and start jumping up and down in pain, Hugh turns and grabs Miro's leg. He then starts swinging Miro around, faster and faster, and then throws him down the hall. Miro lands on his back, sliding a small distance.

Miro quickly recovers from his dizziness and looks around to where he was. He notices that he was outside of the store he had found the cannons in.

"…Well, it's worth another shot." He says, getting up and running inside. He takes a bow and a quiver of arrows from a display and gets it ready. He runs out of the shop and turns to where Hugh was, drawing an arrow back on the bowstring.

"One more step and I'll shove an arrow into every hole in your body, maybe I'll even add a few of my own!" Miro warns, shutting one eye to aid his aiming.

Hugh pauses for a second, and then smirks, chuckling.

"Heh, yeah, like you can just pick up any weapon and suddenly be pro at it!" He says incredulously, laughing at the thought.

Miro's opened eye narrows and he lets the string go, the arrow whizzing at Hugh and sticking into his chest. Hugh stops laughing a second after this occurs and looks down at it.

"…OWW!" He says, putting his hands near the arrow but not daring to pull it out. "DAMMIT, OWW! HOW'D YOU… G… OWW!"

He looks down the hall, where Muffy and Celia had gone.

"HEY, GIMME A HAND, HERE!" He calls down.

-

Celia and Muffy, who were about to strike at William again, sense Hugh's distress and turn their heads to the hall they had come from. The eyes of Daachan glow very strongly for a moment and a strange sparkle emanates from them. The sparkle travels down the hall and toward Hugh, Muffy and Celia look back at William, and Daachan's eyes go back to their regular sheen.

-

Miro sees a small group of glowing red… somethings, travelling down the hall and toward Hugh. When they reach Hugh, they go to the spot where the arrow was stuck in, and travel into Hugh's body. The spot around the arrow glowed the same reddish colour for a moment, and Hugh didn't seem to be in pain anymore. He pulls the arrow out easily, and throws it aside. Surprisingly, the wound heals itself almost instantly, not a trace of it remaining.

"That is… SO not fair!" Miro protests. He thinks for a moment, and decides to throw the bow and quiver away. Miro runs back into Things that Aren't Total Crap and looks around.

At the other end of the store, he notices a sword display in glass cases with labels on each of them. He runs over to it and looks at them all.

"Let's see… Masamune, too long, Master Sword, too short, Soul Edge, too… gross, umm… Gunblade, Lionheart, Chaos Breaker, Buster Sword, Keyblade… meh, why not?" Miro says, seeing the odd weapon in a display case. He raises up an elbow and brings it down on the glass case. It didn't shatter. Miro's elbow, on the other hand…

"Yeowww…" Miro says, holding his elbow and wincing. He quickly notices something. Rolling his eyes, he places his hands on the sides of the glass case and lifts it up, quickly throwing the glass away. Grinning in anticipation, he spits on his hand, rubs his hands together, and reaches for the handle of the weapon. As soon as he had wrapped his fingers around the handle, he falls victim to an electric shock in his hand and immediately lets go.

"Ahhhhh… Owwowwowwowwoww…" Miro says to himself, holding his hand. "Why the hell did that happen…?"

"You are not the true wielder of the Keyblade…" A mysterious voice from nowhere states. Miro looks around, confused.

"What? Says who?" Miro says stubbornly.

"Destiny calls for the true wielder…"

"Yeah? Well I think he missed the call, 'cause don't see the 'true wielder' here, do you? Huh?" Miro challenges.

"Only the true wielder may use the power of the Keyblade…"

"…And what would the 'true wielder' be?" Miro asks.

"The true wielder shall wear funny clothes and have many, many licensing rights…"

"Well… I guess I could wear the funny clothes."

"It would not matter, you are not the wielder…"

"Oh, right… Hmm… Say, what if I made you a deal?"

"…I'm listening…"

"How 'bout I borrow it, give over 50g collateral, and I promise I'll bring it back in perfect condition?"

"…Make it 150, and you have yourself a deal…"

"150?! This had better be a good weapon!" Miro says.

"It locks the hearts of enemies…"

"'Locks hearts'?! That's a stupid power!"

"No it isn't… Have you ever had a heart locked…?"

"No."

"Well, it stings slightly…"

"OH, it stings slightly!" Miro says mockingly, turning away. "Y'know what? Forget it. I liked the look of that Buster Sword back there…"

"Wait!"

"What?" Miro says, turning back.

"The Keyblade is truly a powerful weapon, it has slain many dark forces before now..."

"How many?"

"…A lot…"

Miro sighs. "Whatever, fine." He says, reaching for the weapon again. It gives him another shock, and he yells in pain.

"Ow! What's the big deal?!" Miro asks angrily.

"You must first make two decisions… Turn around…"

Miro shrugs, turning around and waiting. Suddenly, three stones with a sword, a shield, and a staff appeared in front of him.

"If you give it form… it will give you strength. Choose well…"

"Sure, how about I pick the stick so I can club you to death?!" Miro says impatiently. "Cut this crap, I'm in a hurry!"

"Psh, fine. Just leave the money at the table and take the stupid thing…"

The three stones vanish and Miro starts fiddling with his pockets until he pulls out 150g. He places it beside the Keyblade and picks the weapon up, glad to not receive a shock this time. He notices a little chain on the end of the weapon's handle.

"Huh, well that's handy." He says. "A keychain so I don't lose it."

"Hey, Miro! Ready to be creamed?!" Hugh says, entering the store.

"Heh, you have no idea what you're up against now." Miro says, holding the weapon in two hands and pointing it to him.

"…Ha!" Hugh laughs. "What stupid excuse for a sword is that?"

"You wanna find out?" Miro challenges. "C'mon, I'll shove this up your Keyhole and unlock ya!"

"…How about no?" Hugh says. He holds one hand out. "Daachan gave me this little thing. I hope you'll like it."

A strange glow emanated from Hugh's hand suddenly, and it shaped and formed itself into a weapon. Not just any magically-summoned weapon, either. This weapon was the absolute coolest-looking dark, sinister, 1 or 2-handed sword that either of them had ever seen.

"Check it out." Hugh says, swinging it nonchalantly. "It's called… the Soul Irritant!"

"…Soul… Irritant?" Miro repeats.

"Yep. Here's a sample for ya." Hugh says, running up to Miro and slicing it quickly across Miro's chest. It didn't cut him, strangely, but Miro began to hear a blaring noise in his head more annoying than the day that Kate replaced his shampoo with itching cream. Stepping back, Miro cringes and the noise slowly subsides.

"Aagh… Wow, that is irritating…" Miro says.

"Yep, and with one good stab, I can pluck your soul right out and feed its energy to Daachan!" Hugh proclaims.

"Too bad that's not happening. Daachan won't be getting any lunch today, I just hope he's not gonna be too disappointed." Miro says, holding his weapon in a fighting stance. "Now let's do this."

Meanwhile, back in the hallway a short distance away, Jack looks around for the thing Ricca had ordered him to find. Hearing a commotion from a nearby shop, Jack decides to look around over there. He enters the shop and finds Miro and Hugh busy trading blows with one another, locked in epic combat.

"Oh, hey Dad." Miro says in the middle of the fight, not stopping.

"Hi, Miro." Jack says, walking farther into the store. "Say, do you know where there's a big slingshot around here?"

"Yeah, I think I saw one over in that corner shelf." Miro replies, ducking under a vertical swing from Hugh.

"Oh, okay…" Jack says, beginning to walk to the corner.

"Nonono, the other corner." Hugh corrects him, blocking an attack from Miro and striking back.

"Oh, alright." Jack says, walking to a different corner. There, he finds a very-much-oversized slingshot and heaves it up onto his shoulder. On the way out, he ducks under a random sword slash from one of them.

"Whoops, watch it, now." Jack warns, continuing to walk and passing the exit. He turns back for a second. "…Don't you two hurt yourselves."

"Don't worry." Miro says.

"We won't hurt ourselves." Hugh adds.

"Alright then." Jack says, proceeding to walk back to the rest of the group.

-

"Okay, now we just need to wait for Jack." Ricca says, looking intently at the scene a floor above them. William was no longer leaning on the rail, and stood in front of Muffy and Celia. He summons a flaming root-blade attatched to his arm just like he had done before in the woods, and lunges at them with it. They both dodge to either side and Muffy begins attacking him. Celia stays back for a while and attempts to summon up another broom. However, the closets were all barricaded and the brooms couldn't pass the doors.

"There's thumping in the closet." Ann says, looking to a closet nearby.

"Wouldn't have been the first time this week." Ricca says, having been informed of what Miro was still probably clueless about.

"What?" Ann asks.

"Nothing!" Matthew says immediately. "Anyway, it seems that our barricades are working perfectly. This should make the fight easier for William."

Easier it was, but William still had a challenge to deal with. Celia, in light of the lack of brooms flying into her hand, remains holding the handle and decides to just fight with it. Muffy backs away from William suddenly, letting her clawed hands fall to her sides. William wonders for a moment why this had happened, and remains in a fighting stance and pauses for a moment. He knew that the demon was waiting for him to drop his guard, and he would not fall for it. William begins to lunge at Muffy, but failed to notice Celia behind him, and she trips him using her broom handle. As William tried to get up, Celia hits him over the head with it and causes him to fall again. She then places his arms behind him, puts the stick between his arms and his back, and hauls him up with it, pinning his arms to herself so that he couldn't break free. Not that he could, really, the strike on the head by Celia's broom handle had left him dazed. Muffy suddenly lifts her arms up again and points all of her nails to William.

Ricca sees this and gasps.

"William's in trouble!" She says.

"Where's Jack?" Nami asks.

"I'm here! I'm coming!" Jack says, running as fast as he could with the weight of the huge slingshot on his shoulder. Once he reaches them, he places it vertically on the ground, balancing it.

"Good, now quickly…" Ricca says, finding a nearby gumball machine and kicking it over, the cover breaking and the gumballs scattering all over. "Take as many as your mouth will hold! Hurry!"

The rest of the group nods, and pick up handfuls of gumballs, placing them in their mouths.

"Chew! Chew, dammit!" Ricca orders, seeing Muffy pulling her arms back, ready to strike. The group began chewing their gum as fast as they could, many of their jaws cramping up, but continuing regardless.

"Good!" Ricca says, holding out her hands. "Now spit! Don't worry, I'm wearing gloves!"

The group nods and they all spit their chewed gum into Ricca's hands, making a huge, singular hunk of it. Ricca, cringing a bit, places the gum in the arm of the slingshot.

"Okay, now help me pull!" She says. The two Jacks hold onto the slingshot's handle, and the rest of them help Ricca by pulling back the sling. They strained at it as hard and as fast as they could, until the elastic was pulled back as far as it could be.

Muffy suddenly jumps forward at William, ready to skewer him into bish-kabob.

"Fire!" Ricca orders, the entire group releasing the slingshot and sending the projectile gum right to the upper floor. It hits its mark at the perfect time, smacking into the side of Muffy's head as she pounced and pinning her to the wall by her hair.

"Ooh… I almost feel sorry for her." Nami says.

"That won't come out with one shower…" Popuri adds.

Muffy attempts to free herself from the wall, but she was stuck without a hope of getting out. William finally regains himself and noticed what happened. He looked down at the group below.

"I will thank you later." He says, at a normal volume but somehow they could hear his voice clearly. He headbutts Celia with the back of his head, causing her to release him, and he turns to face her.

"Just be sure to get out of there!" Ricca states. "You've almost got them!"

William looks at Celia, noticing that she still had her blank expression, seemed a bit injured but could continue fighting to her fullest thanks to Daachan's power, and the eye of Daachan on her forehead glowing no weaker than it previously was.

"I doubt it…" William mutters.

(Ooh, this is gonna get good! And just to tell you, I know that William's probably not technically a bishounnen due to the lack of feelings that he has, but I couldn't resist the 'bish-kabob' line, it was just TOO GOOD! …Yes, I know that I have no life. Anyway, don't forget to review!)