Disclaimer: Namco owns the Soul Calibur franchise. I do not. Peter, "Death's Right Hand," is my character

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A Grimm-Assistance: Journey of the Double-Scythe Soul

Chapter 3: Not the Gut Feeling in Mind

Peter is traveling back in time via portal to the Times of Souls. That seems to be the only bright spot about his adventure. Right now, he's losing blood as the shard of Soul Edge lays embeded in his stomach entrails. Finally, the portal's exit arrived. Peter gets vomited from the portal, and hits the grassy earth, hard. He relizes that the portal ride was over. Picking himself, as well as the double-scythe, up, Peter tried to walk despite the open wound. (Keep in mind, his wound is not a tiny one, more like the scythe went through and through.) As he walked, the fragment fell from his stomach, but Peter reacted to the spill and caught the fragment, and placed it in his jeans pocket. Peter started to resume walking, using the weapon as a walking stick. Unbelievibly, he walks for 5 hours and 10 miles. Then, he started to collapse.

"Great. Lost...so much...blood," the Wisconsinite spoke. "I get sent back in time, just to die?" As he was passing out, he saw someone running towards him, but Peter couldn't make out who it was due to the sun in his face, except for one thing: it was female.

"It's nice to know a girl has..." he fell unconcicous. He soon finds himself surrounded by darkness, with him standing straight up.

"Okay, I lost a lot of blood, but more than what a person would usually die from. The catch is is that I was still alive. Could the fragment be the reason I could still move?" Just then, the Grimm Reaper appeared. Without a word from either one, Reaper lifted his scythe, and swung at the fallen warrior. Then, Peter woke up. He spritivly sat up, not in more blood, but a puddle of sweat. As he started to calm down, he looked up and around, to relize he's in a shelter. He immediately check his stomach, but there was no wound. Despite recieveing a scythe shot to the gut, he has no scar to show. Just then, a knock came from the door.

"Who is it?" Peter asked.

"Oh, you're awake, aren't you?" a woman from outside replied. "Can I come in?"

"Certainly," answered Peter. A rather young asian woman appeared, with a naginata strapped to her back and fresh food in her arms.

"How are you doing after three days of sleep?" the asian asked.

"Three days?" Peter was confused. "Wait. Who are you? Did you bring me in here and treat me?"

"I'm Seong Mi-na, and no, I came to check up after I saw your, uh...trail." Mi-na reasoned, mentioning Peter's bloody trail. "Besides, you don't look like you're from around here. Where are you from?"

"The question isn't 'where,' but 'when,'" Peter corrected Mi-na. "I'm Peter Hamby, from 21st Century America."

"But you did answered the 'where part,' too."

"I guess I did," Peter laughed. "So, are you looking for the shards of Soul Edge as well?"

"Wh- What are...talking about?" studdered Mi-na. Peter pulled the glowing fragment from his pants pocket.

"This is a mere piece of the Soul Edge, and I think it recognizes you." However, their conversation was interrupted with many thuds from the roof, when about 30-40 men in dark clothes hit the shelter. They chucked a couple handfuls of inciderate shurikens inside and exploded, but Peter and Mi-na cleared out in time.

"Ninjas? I'll hold them off, Peter. You're still recovering."

"What, and let you have all the fun? I got something to show." As the ninjas strike, Peter dodges the attacks with ease, only to counterattack with his double-scythe strikes, taking six in one swing. Mi-na faired the same, knocking the ninjas out one by one. Throughout the battle the ninajs were a battered mess while Peter and Mi-na were untouched. Both grab the captian and start grilling him.

"It seems shinobi are after the Soul Edge as well, isn't that right?" Peter asked.

"I dare you to make me talk," the captian argued.

"You gave me permission." As Peter gets up, he starts twirling his given weapon. Then with a sinister smirk he continued, "now pay attention. My double scythe was a gift from a cloaked feind, with the addition of the second blade. The original blade, wherever it draws blood, even youe little toe, you will instantly die. However, if it's the duplicate strikes you, there's a good chance you'll survive. Let's see how fate decides you." Mi-na clears away for this event. He swings the scythe downward and strikes the captian square in the right shoulder blade, almost severing his arm. The captian felt the pain as the scythe pierced and then withdrew from him. He realized he's still alive, because he was hit with the duplicate, but was bleeding pretty badly.

"Looks like fate's on your side. Ready for another round?" Peter wickedly asked. He starts to twirl his scythe once again. Mi-na watched in horror as he was going to play scythe roullette again. This wasn't the same person who was rather happy to see her. Just as he was about to strike for a second time, however...

"All right, all right, Maxi sent us to get the fragment of Soul Edge from you," the captian said in agonizing pain. Peter stopped his downward strike.

"You chose wisely, but foolishly. Spoke sooner and you could have saved yourself the pain. Now leave." The captian and the living, but wounded ninjas got up and ran off to the east. Once the ninjas disappeared, Peter grabbed his head. Even he can't believe, or understand what that attitude switch was all about.

"Is that how americans interrorgate people?" Mi-na questioned.

"No. I'm not sure what happened to me."

"Are you...okay?"

"Just give me a couple to collect myself." As night arose, Peter and Mi-na decide, in a small celebration, to eat dinner, which turned out to be dim sum, fresh fruit and saki. This was the first time Peter had dim sum, or saki. It turned out to be better than he had anticipated. He ate so much, not only did it help somewhat forget the afternoon scare, Mi-na thought either the three-day sleep made him hungry or she was really going to see a heavyweight in the morning, unaware of his fastdigestive system. Because the shelter was destroyed, they camped out. Mi-na wanted to know more about him.

"Is there more to you than being a warrior, like, what do you like to do?"

"I'm a poet, but mine are dark and depressing. Don't take it the wrong way, though. I prefer writing it that way."

"I see." The conversation lasted for two hours, when Mi-na fell asleep. Peter took a deep breath and fell asleep as well. As the sun brighten the sky the next morning, Peter and Mi-na packed their essesntials before they said goodbye toeach other.

"I hope we see each other soon."

"Count on it." Both Seong Mi-na and Peter head their separate ways, thus starting the tales of souls for Peter, "Death's Right Hand."

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Peter has started looking for the fragments to piece together the so-called sword of salvation. What awaits Peter now?