A/N: Here's chapter 6. Enjoy.

"Let's not be so hasty. We don't ha-ACK" I began, before she PUNCHED me, which sent me flying. I smashed through the wall of a building, completely destroying its supporting pillars. I had just enough time to sit up, before the roof caved in, burying me in the rubble.

Slowly, I shifted around, carefully excavating myself from the debris. After I'd made a sizeable hole, I peeked my head out to see what was going on.

Granberia had seemingly forgotten about me, as she was currently fighting the town gaurds. Well, "fight" wasn't the right word. She was metaphorically handing them their own asses on a silver platter, cooked to perfection.

To say I was angry would be an understatement. This bitch had the nerve to fight people who were so much weaker than her? She was beating the shit out of gaurds that were just defending their home! My body shook with rage at the sight.

She'd tried to kill me! I hadn't even done anything to her, and she tried to fucking kill me!

In my anger, I didn't notice the hazy spots in my vision until it was far too late. I slapped myself in an attempt to stay awake, but it was no use. My vision faded quickly, my mind trailing swiftly behind.

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Jason Voorhees rose from the destroyed building, glaring daggers at his attacker. She'd had the nerve to hurt him?

His mother was going to be displeased.

With that thought in mind, he crept behind the evil dragon woman, determined to end her. He'd been dormant up until this very moment, until she'd awoken him. Perhaps the reason for his awakening was to kill her. That seemed like a mission his mother would assign him.

Jason wanted to make his mother proud.

Gripping his machete, his eyes scanned the woman's armor, looking for anyplace that wasn't covered. He noticed a thin line at her waist, between the plated segments of armor. With all the power he could muster, he dashed forward, seeking to impale her in one swift thrust.

The machete struck true, digging somewhat deep into her flesh. Annoyingly though, the wound wasn't deep enough to be fatal.

The dragon lady whirled around, enraged at her unseen assailant. Jason didn't give her time to strike, punching her in the side of the head.

She blindly clawed out, slashing deep into Jason's torso with her claws, which sent him sprawling across the ground.

She rose to her full height, drawing her sword. With a loud war cry, she charged at him with incredible speed, seeking to take his head off his shoulders. Seeing this, Jason rolled to the left. He wasn't fast enough to completely escape harm, though. His arm had been split open, and was oozing blackish pus.

He was given no reprieve from her assault, as she charged him again, faster than last time.

Before Jason could dodge, the woman had run her sword right through his chest. However, in doing this, she didn't think he'd still be able to move after he was impaled. It was a foolish mistake.

His hands latched around her left forearm, gripping as tightly as he could. The metal quickly gave way, bending into an odd shape as he crushed her arm.

Desperately, the lady delivered a swift uppercut with her other arm, sending the slasher flying off her sword. He landed on the ground with a large thud, unmoving.

As he drifted into unconciousness, his only thoughts were that his mother would be disappointed in him.

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Granberia stared at her injured limb, swearing under her breath. Her armor had been severly warped, jutting into her arm. Blood flowed in rather large quantities, staining the ground. She'd underestimated her opponent, that was for sure. Of course, she could still fight.

A purple-haired boy approached her, sword in hand. She sighed, and turned to him, wielding her sword one-handed. She wasn't looking forward to this. She disliked holding back.

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I felt woozy as i regained counciousness, probably because of the massive gaping hole in my chest. Why was it there? What happened to me?

My thoughts were cut off as I saw Luka fly past me, charging at Granberia, who... Was injured?

What happened to her?

Her left arm was a mess of bent armor that was bleeding profusely. Even still, she was beating him with almost no effort. Her attention was entirely on him. It was almost like I wasn't there.

I decided that the best course of action was to get the hell out of there.

I ran as fast as I could, only stopping once the city was far behind me. Then, I collapsed beside a tree, content to rest there until my wounds healed.

As I sat there, I reflected on the events that had just transpired. One minute, I was buried under rubble, with only my head sticking out. And then, suddenly, I'm on the ground, several feet from the destroyed building, with wounds that previously didn't exist. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what happened in between those two events.

Granberia had been injured, but I doubted I was physically capable of harming her. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I couldn't quite dismiss.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream. From down the road, someone was yelling for help.

In an instant, I was on my feet. That scream sounded like a child, and it chilled me to the bone as I ran.

As I came upon the scene, I knew what was going on.

To my left, cowering in fear, was a young boy, about the age of 7. He was sobbing, pleading with his assailant.

To my right, was the earthworm-girl from earlier. She had this sickening leer on her face, a look which just screamed "rape". Behind her, was a naked man on the ground. He wasn't breathing.

The things she said to the child were absolutely vile, and before I realized what I was doing, I leaped forward, roaring in anger.

She turned around, wide-eyed, panic on her face. She was obviously scared.

She has a right to be.

She lashed out at me with her tail, thinking me to be as weak as the common human. I suprised her by grabbing the tail, and wrenching it towards me, dragging her closer. Then, with a grunt, I slung her into a tree, head first.

She got up quickly, and turned to face me.

Her face was riddled with cuts and scrapes, which were steadily leaking crimson. The panic on her face had grown exponentially, which, for some reason, made me smile.

I jumped at her, arms outstreched. I caught her by the shoulders, and headbutted her with all my might. Her face caved in, shattering the front of her skull. Somehow, she was still alive.

Boy, did she scream. Her tail convulsed, swinging wildly as she shrieked.

So, I headbutted her again.

The noise was akin to blowing one of those high-pressured air containers directly into a container of pudding, a sound that left me feeling somewhat giddy.

I unceremoniously dropped the corpse, inspecting my handywork.

Her face was sunken in, having lost its shape. Blood was pouring from the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. The eyes themselves had become mushed, drooping in the holes that were once eyesockets.

Somewhere in the chaos, she seemed to have bitten her tounge off.

I chuckled at the corpse, tossing it aside.

Maybe I should feel bad, but I don't. That felt good. Maybe my behavior was a little odd, but I didn't care at the time. She deserved it, threatning kids--

SHIT! THE KID!

I turned around, but he was gone.

I sighed, annoyed.

I turned to the man's corpse. He was probably the kid's father, or something similar. Looking at him made me angry again. Thoughtlessly, I stomped on the worm-girl's corpse, shattering its ribs.

Shaking my head, I turned, and started walking back towards the city. Maybe Granberia had left by then.

A/N: This one's a bit short, but I'm tired, and want to go to sleep.

Hope you've enjoyed so far.