"Save them, please," my master managed to croak before she blacked out.
I turned to the warehouse around me, seeing several people around my master's age and several people with clear intent to inflict violence upon people.
In particular, the man with the knives... I had a feeling that stopping him was the reason I was here. I would need to take him out quickly. Bad things would happen to this world if he escaped justice here. He had to die. No matter the cost.
I summoned forth my gun and gathered my mana, focusing it into the origin bullet in the chamber and aimed. The man smiled, and stood as if to take my bullet in stride.
It would be the last mistake he ever made.
I fired, a single bullet infused with mana flying out and piercing the chest of the man. He seemed surprised that my weapon could penetrate his flesh.
He seemed even more surprised when I slit his throat in the time it took him to react to being shot.
"Save them, please," my master managed to croak before she blacked out.
Admittedly, I was kind of disappointed that my master was so young. And a girl. I mean, a girl is fine too, I suppose, but how was I supposed to be a proper wife to someone so young?
Anyway, I turned around and started kicking the man with the exposed midriff in the crotch. "Mikon!"
When the child who'd summoned me gave the command, I felt my grip on reality begin to slip. I was never the sanest of people, even when I was alive, but ever since I'd gone and blown myself up...
I had just enough time to light up a joint and take a long drag before the madness overtook me. I didn't even bother to try and remember that I'd donated...
"'AIR EH NAMBLIES BE KEEPIN' ME WEE MEN!?"
The leader of the damned cultists had just enough time to say "What" before I wheeled over with my heelies and blew his fucking head from his shoulders.
The ugliest mostherfucker I've ever seen came running at me next, so I drew upon one of my Noble Phantasms.
And did it again. And again
I must have gone through eight tanker trucks before he'd stay dead.
After headbutting all present members of the slaughterhouse Nine into submission, the strange green plant-based creature proceeded to walk around in circles while happily saying "murstake murstake murstake Mr. Stake" over and over again.
Then the triumvirate showed up, drawn by the commotion. The second that Alexandria approached the still bound Taylor, the creature's eyes narrowed and it began to speak in Japanese. "Ore wa no Stando da... Furenzi Puranto!"
Several animate trees burst through the walls and up from the ground, surrounded Alexandria menacingly while cracking branches like knucks. One spoke. "Mr. Stake don't appreciate what you're doin', and anyone Mr. Stake don't like, we don't like."
The Trees carried Alexandria off. She turned up several days later, somehow badly injured, and refused to elaborate on what happened.
"So I've got the weirdest case of deja vu right now," the little Asian girl said as she formally placed Jack Slash under arrest.
"IT IS ALWAYS SOMEWHAT AMUSING," the spirit that Taylor called forward said as he drew out his scythe. "SO MANY PEOPLE WHO SEND OTHERS TO ME BEFORE THEIR TIME ARE UTTERLY UNPREPARED WHEN THEY COME BEFORE ME THEMSELVES."
AN: So, obviously this is just me fucking around. The first two are servents that Taylor could plausibly summon, the rest are just me having fun.