Here we are with chapter 6 wow I can't believe I made it this far without dropping it! haha.

A vicious and thick hush fell over the watching crowd. The air was far too murky to even try and swallow, what was being seen was inconceivable to those who watched on.

Water fell from the sky in a dashing blanket form the crashing waterfall. Omi, had used his signature move "Shoku Neptune Strike", an ability where Omi pulls massive amounts of water from the atmosphere, and fuels it with the overflowing chi in his body. Twisting it, and increasing its velocity into a massive strike on an opponent. He was sure it would be the trick, it's never failed him before! But he was sadly, cruel, and pathetically outmatched.

The hissing sound of the rushing waves dissipated. Horror was the only thing Kimiko could describe. She couldn't comprehend what was before her. Once this mist was settled, her keen eyes shook as they locked onto Omi's dangling body. He was limp, arms and legs dangled, and his spine curved unnaturally. Kimiko began to choke on the gasps she was trying to claw into her empty lungs.

Her brain tried to rationalize this, surely she was holding him up with one hand? A blow to the chest? God no that's not it, red fell down her arm, Kimiko's mouth was now too dry to speak.

Omi spat blood down on her cheek, the blood began to ooze out from the corner of his lower lip, it mixing with saliva in a dragging crimson spider web. He gurgled a bit as his blood ran down the apples of her cheeks and down her slim neck. Omi looked into those bottomless orchids in her eyes. Light seemed to refuse to reflect in them, his brows arched as what was happening settled into him.

He was in great haughty pain, his left lung was completely punctured and filling rapidly with blood. He could feel her jabbed hand in his own body. He was hot, his body on fire, his limbs felt like weights were tied to them, dragging him deep down, down.

He couldn't breath, he was hemorrhaging quickly in a lake of his own body. With a calloused indifference, Omi watched her eyes not waver for a moment, cold and cruel she flicked him off her blood soaked hand as if he were no more than a dead fly.

The ground was abrasive as he slid with impact. He could feel his face muddied with the leftover water from his strike, mixing in with the blood rushing out of his gaping wound. He could hear Kimiko and Clay screaming for him. His eyes felt so tired as darkness wanted to take him over. It begged him to fall into it, their voices that now felt so far away, began to fade into a white hiss as his eyes closed drearily.

"Omi!" Kimiko screamed, her lungs ripping in raw hysteria! Clay smashed his giant fist into the barrier wall. Over and over, with savage strength, his knuckles raw as blood smashed in speckles against the invisible wall. Again! And again, he plowed his overbearing body strength into the wall, his breath was heaving and raspy. Panic of a lout blind rage pummeled through him thickly.

One fully drawn fist smashed into the shield with devastating vigor, making it crack like a mirror, the wall began to fracture. He didn't relent, his blood staining the wall with his barrage of full forced punches.

Just as his fist would have surely made the final blow to the barrier wall. The showdown had abruptly ended. The time laps of the fight replayed in their minds like a movie being rewinded. They re-lived Omi's horrifying defeat, and her long battle with Chase. Until it had wrapped up completely.

A deep exhale came in, Kimiko's legs were trembling as reality came back in. Rain fell from the cracks and holes from above, in an uneven blanket of showers, a single bead of rain fell on her small button nose. She breathed in again the air humid and wet, her shoulder painfully alive with a harsh smoulder from Jack Spicer's cannon blast. Her left arm was also clearly broken as it hung limply. But that's not what matters, no, as reality came to her so did only one strong palpable thought.

Omi.

She tried to call out for him but her throat refused her, nothing but a strangled cry creaked out.

She went to take a step forward but her body gave in under her, she stumbled in the trip rope like tangled meadow below. Her toe catching she began to fall forward. Her eyes closed naturally in anticipation to meet the earth below. But something large and warm grabbed under her. Clay's strong arm grabbed her by the waist. She looked up to his large charming face. Her vision began to blur as hot tears clouded her vision. He hoisted her around his shoulder and helped her to walk. She stumbled, but with the pride of a monk and a dragon. Clay new she must walk with him.

Omi's silky blue robe stuck out within the field of red spider lilies, they both practically fell on top of him. Clay's big strong hands, felt so fragile like the thinnest layer of ice over a pond. They trembled, now slick and heavy. He reached for Omi, he was laying facing the ground, and not moving.

"Omi?" A strangled plea left Kimikos lips, gently they rolled him over, ready for the worst.

Kimikos gasp was wet and hoarse. Clay took off his big brown cowboy hat and placed it into the grass. Rain was coming down in a loud pour around them as a thunderclap ripped through the mountain. Clay covered his face in flush torment, running them down his bearded face he exhaled.

There was no gaping wound, Kimoko let out in what sounded like a vacant laugh of joy upon seeing this, she started to shake Omi.

"Wake up! Omi!" she pleaded with him, eyes dropping large teardrops.

He inhaled sharply! His chest rising high, as his eyes burst open with as much life as the day he was born. Kimiko pulled him into a hug with her arm. Burying her head into his neck, her raven black hair draping around her as she sobbed.

"Omi." She whined in a muffled cry. Clay pulled them both in roughly, hugging his family close he choked back a tear.

"Oh, I'm happier than ol' Blue layin' on the porch chewin', well." He gave a choked laugh. "Well chewin' on a big ol' catfish head!"

Jack watches the happy reunion with crossed arms, this sucked as far as he was concerned. No new wu in his hands. His automatic system report showed his left cannon was down for the count, along with low fuel, and he had a broken rib. His eyes left the group of happy go lucky to trail over to the real problem.

The girl in red. The Shen Gong Wu, as promised to the rules of the battle, glow in her bandage wrapped hands. Like something a boxer would fashion themselves with. It was brilliant and golden as it hovered just above her outstretched accepting palms. Held there by the magic of the wu, she seemed rather unfazed by this. Her fair face still unreadable to him, his thick black brows deepened a bit as he continued studied her. The power of the showdown had healed the wounds Chase Young had given her, no longer looking slightly disheveled. Well that was untrue, even in battle she had an aura of dignity. But now she had returned to her poised state of divinity.

What looked like a black monocle appeared over Jacks right eye, it began to scan every part of her body, like a fighter jet locking onto an enemy. "Status report started" a pixelated feminine voice spoke into his ear piece. The devices began to articulate every detail it could about what he was looking at. From approximate age, hair color, and height. Every possible detail was being entered into a database.

"Scan Complete. Content match approximately 89%." The voice spoke again. Jack smiled wickedly at this, as he then secretly deployed what could only look like a tiny ladybug into the air, unnoticed by those around him.

The radiance of the wu faded and fell into her gentle hands. If you were watching closely, her brows tighten by just a hair, as her eyes seemed to set on the blade in front of her. It was in an alabaster sheath, that cut down in a honeycombed gilded golden pattern. The base crowned in a 6 pillar clasp. Running your eyes back up the smooth, ivory sheath, you came to the hidden blade beneath it. The hilt, or the tsuba, was like a pointed dark steely double layer star, the edges sharp looking and reflective. The mantle was wrapped in a deep dark red layered cloth, woven down in a pattern that allowed the yellow colour of the hilt below. Showing in a diamond shape down below.

She swallowed, her eyes wavered as if she could cry looking down at the sword. But there was no time for that as Clay rose from his knee. Jack could feel the tension in the air. He started to type something on his phone, but not looking away from what was about to occur.

Clay was pissed, he didn't care if it was a small lady. She went for the kill on his friend. She didn't even blink, surely the lass could have dodged Omi, but no. This girl was a monster, he would stop her for certain.

But he wasn't the only one in the meadow filled cave seething with viscous raw anger. Wuya rose up from the field of red flowers. Bloody tears fell from her large day-glo eyes. The voluminous red hair rather messy, mud had now sullied the palms of her hands. A sensual thigh poked out from the sides of her long dress.

"Ame." Wuya hissed out. Acidic green hazy flames from hell itself began to swirl around her in a vortex. The grass and red lilies began to hiss and crip as it burned the life from them. Ame, the girl with amethysts for eyes, took a disinterested glance in her direction. Wind seemed to flow around her, blowing her body length bitter wine locks around wildly. Her left eye, that her sultry bangs had been covered, was revealed to be red and black, as if all the nerves exploded, now no white remained. Only dark purples and red, over her lime green eyes.

She heaved a shaken step forward. Her power swirling as rocks began to crack beneath her bare feet.

Ame slid Enbu no Hono under the bow over her obi to hold it close to her body. She slid her regal red kimono off her shoulders, it draped largely around her like wings, as Wuyas heylin magic blew a storm in their in closed space. Her arms now bare, she slid a step back, preparing for what was to come.

Multiple whispers fell from Wuya's plump grimaced lips. It was as if dozens people were speaking from her at the same time. Clays skin prickled just from the ominous words, no words could be clearly made out, he could feel the heat emanating from Wuya. It brought him back to when he was a small flea on a dogs back, the first time they had faced Wuya. That was fear, she surely had regain some of her power that Chase Young had kept from her.

The cryptic whispers stopped cold. Wuyas head cracked up to Ame. She turned to face Wuya, forearm resting lax on her Katana.

"Die!" Wuya roared at her. Her hand outstretched as her claw hands sent the large roughly painted green and black flames flying at her, like a twister of hell flamed combustion, it destroyed the earth around them, burning everything as it made a deadly headway towards her.

Chase Young watched in an excited anticipation, now grinning he thought. What would you do girl? Show me what you're made of!

She closed her eyes, a single wisp of grey smoke left the corner of her mouth, as her eyes now reopened. Her thick butterfly lashes bloomed with the red fire beneath them. Jacks scanner started to go haywire in his ear making him lurch over to cease its hissing. "System automatic report error!" The robotic voice alerted him. His eyes widened as he watched her. Elegantly she brought her arm off its laxed nature. She held the sheath of her Shen Gong Wu, as her other, dainty wrapped hand grabbed its expertly woven red hilt. She brought in a gentle breath, her brows resting calmly. She took a step forward, as the pyre of hell fire swirled to her in rapid succession. Omi sat up, the light around them turning into strobes of black and green he could only watch as she unsheathed her blade. The magic of the wu making the deeply red, nearly black blade glow around her hands with a dull red.

Just as the fire was less than a few feet from her she spoke as she drew the blade full from its cast.

"Enbo no Hono." She spoke in her sparrow like song. The name of the wu being called made it vibrate.

"The first Kagura,"(T/L note, a dance for the gods) She pointed the blade towards the very tip of the oncoming destruction. "A whisper from a candle wick." Her gentle words activated the magic of her Shen Gong Wu's power, it's as if she had popped a overfilled balloon, the tip of her long blade made contact with the phlogiston of hatred. Like a god splitting the sea, the sides of the twisting blaze split around the blade. Rushing past her body, blowing her hair around violently. The flames of cruel acid seemed to dissipate as it passed her, leaving their putrid ways, turning into snowflakes of red and gold. It littered the world around them until the very last twist and turn of her heylin spell was nothing more than new years confetti.

Everyone was astounded, no one said a word. Not the xiaolin monks, nor Jack, or Chase Young. Wuya began to let out short rasps in disbelief. How did she so easily dispel her fire? She watched her as Ame's eyes, lit with the fire within, dissipated away leaving the deep lavender petals blooming back into her eyes. She alleined the tip of the black and red blade with its sheath, her thumb above the hole, she guided it back in, to the modern eyes, the auctions seemed rather effortless. It hissed with heat, like a pan dropped into cold water, until it was fully masked back in its place. Ame's hand dropped from its hilt. Eyes wavering as her brows arched, she stared down at the scorched path Wuya had created. The flowers and fields either burnt, or faded to nothing, or actively turning to ash in the wind. The rain that was still falling from above in small patches hissed with impact on the coaled earth.

"H-how?" Wuya whispered in disbelief. She gasped weakly as she fell down to her knees, with a slump the backs of her knuckles kissed the hot ashed ground. Unscathed completely? Her skin not even pinked from the fire! Wuya fell forward onto her hands, her head facing the ground below, she could now longer see out of her left eye. And the other now blurry and buried as blood mixed with tears. She dug her nails into the dirt as she gritted her fangs together. She began to exhale out short bursts of air, that mingled with a huff chuckle, that grew darker and full of dread with each pull.

She screamed loudly and raw as her skin cracked. Black hell flames burst around her engulfing the area rapidly.

"M-mantis flip coin!" Omi yelled in a panic, flipping the small kan style coin as high as it would go, leaping the group out of the chasm before it exploded in hot black flames.

Raimundo scurried away from the hole in the earth as it exploded with black and bright green crudely painted flames. Horrified he fell back, as panic began to set it. They were still down there!

"Kimiko!" He screamed out with a rattle from his throat. The fire dissipated slowly returning to the scolding earth from deep below.

"Rai?!" a rich male voice called from behind him. His soaked chest fell as a relieved breath left his lungs. Turning over in the mud, his forearm deep in the earth he looked ahead with relief in those green eyes of his. He flicked a damp bang from over his eyes, a deep smile from the deliverance of his friends being okay. He shot up from the ground, Dojo had already slithered through the thicket with arms wide open, bawling for joy towards them. He followed them, their appearance setting in he took a pained gasp at Kimiko. The downpour soaking her to the bone leaving her a shivering bloody husk. Her shoulder was badly burned and she held tightly a darkly bruised arm. Her jet black ebony hair, heavy and threadlike over her face and shoulders, clinging to her for life, Omi and Clay were in a tight huddle. Omi's eyes were heavy and tired, deep set bags hung behind his dark eyes. Clay seemed rather exasperated himself, his cowboy hat was left carelessly on the ground, his wild blond locks mopped over his eyes like an old dog. Haggard they were.

"What the hell happened down there?" Raimundo asked them. Dropping to his knee in front of their squatted bodies.

Before he could even have his question answered something bright red seemed to move in his peripherals, he looked up, among the mist and rain. A red smear caught in the wind rose up.

She turned, her eyes were the first thing to catch his attention, then her odd hair colour. Like a smoldering ash, greys and off reds, deepen to what could be a black copper at the end in a odd gradiance. The rain wasted no time soaking her in head to toe, bangs in lacy threads fell over her wispy lashes. She returned Raimundos stare, taking him apart as he had did to her.

"Wha,-" His whisperers cut off by a groan in pain from Kimiko. His attention allereted to her, and her alone.

"Give her to me." He asked them, his tone stern but gentle. Clay let her out of his protective grasp, her body being pulled into Raimundo's strong arms, her limp blackened arm, resting gently over her belly. He lifted his wounded warrior into a cradle in his arms. His eyes looking down at her with a deep regret filled sorrow. If only he had been here, he could have protected her. His face scrunched as he grit his teeth, a failure of a leader he was.

"Rai." Her angelic soft breath pulled him out of his own anguish. "I'm fine." She smiled up at him. He softened, bringing his forehead to press against hers. It was cold and damp as he sighed.

"Forgive me for being late." He pleaded with a dry whisper. Kimikos eyes swirled as she took in his tender actions, she breathed out something that sounded close to his name.

"We should get Kimiko to a doctor!" Rai tells the group, her injuries becoming his only concern.

The group seemed to agree as they got up, all thoroughly soaked now. "Dojo what's the hold up?" He turned to the small green dragon. He was facing away from them. Only looking ahead.

Ame stood alone in the downpour. Her red kimono darkened with the water from above. She looked somber, like her eyes carried a heavy weight within them. Pale skin covered in strands of wet hair, her lips parted like she wanted to speak.

"Ame." Dojo spoke out to her, he watched that face morph into something of a deep grief, brows now high as her lip quivered.

"Dojo?" She turned as she took an unsure step towards the group. Dojo's small claws clenched into a shaking fist, his small head facing the earth. He turned away sharply as her hand rose as if to stop him. He quickly turned into his larger dragon form, pushing away the earth with his large coils. The group didn't speak as they mounted atop him. Without word, Dojo was stone cold quiet for the first time in a long time. He didn't once turn around to look at the coal haired girl.

They ascended into the stormy grey skies. She watched them leave quietly without protest, they faded away in the stormy clouds above like a lost kite. A gentle breath left her wet lips as she pressed them together.

"Dojo." She breathed again, rain patted her face, making her lashes so damp she looked to be crying.

Her attention was pulled by the sound of a heavy foot pressing into the earth behind her.

"Well, well well." His sultry sinister voice called out. Ame turned slowly, wet hair clinging to her neck, eyes now blooming with the heat within. Eyes red and bright cutting out with a glow.

Chase Young took a step towards her. The showdown fight leaving him now unscathed and poised. His off green dark hair, falling around his face, framing his sharp jaw. Thick brows settled as he looked her up and down. He let out a pleased growl at her. Her hand rose to rest on the hilt of her katana, returning Chase's fraudulent gaze. He licked his bottom lip, and took another taunting step towards her. Ame was quick to turn to stance. Both hands resting on her blade, ready to draw it and strike if he dared take another. Eyes laid on him roughly, furrowed youthful brows hidden under choppy wet bangs.

He chuckled at her. Tucking a thread of hair behind his sharply pointed ears.

"You're coming home with me, girl." He ordered at her. He liked it, her killing intent, he would have that power for himself. She scowled at his words.

"Not so fast Chase."

"Anyone want to explain to me just who the hell was that?" Raimundo asked the group, his tone almost a yell among the rain. Kimiko shivered, seated between Rai's thighs, his arm under her chest holding her close. Omi silently relived what could have easily been his last moments, if it was not for the magic of the showdown, he certainly would have perished. He re-lived what would have been his death over and over again in his mind. Her cold eyes glaring back into his. As he looked he could have sworn he heard her whisper something. "Forgive me."

The group was silent trying to figure out what to say. But before anyone could speak the felt a rumble from Dojo.

"I remember now, who she is." He spoke.

He hadn't been able to accurately place her. Strings, and threads of memories tried to weave into his mind. But it was too hard to understand, only flashes appeared.

But once he stood at the top of that hill and looked at her, into those pretty plum eyes. He knew what he had been forgetting. She was Ame, the dragon of fire and, the Grand Master Dashi's first, and last apprentice.

They had met when the last of the snow had fallen, deep green grass that had been waiting to surprise the world with the arrival of spring, split through the white fields. A wet slump of snow fell down from a deeply rich tree branch, landing right on his little green snout. He flicked it off and shivered. He was mad that Dashi had kept him waiting for so long. He had requested he fly to all the way to Japan, to meet with him. But he had been waiting hours and the rendezvous spot with no sign of him. He was sure to freeze to death at this rate, so he began to pace with annoyance muttering curses to himself.

"When I see him I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!" he grumbled to himself.

"Give who a piece of your mind?" A cool and calm voiced called out from behind him. Dojo screamed like a banshee in surprise as his small heart thudded into his chest.

He turned shaking and lurched over. His eyes grew wide as plump tears began to pour from them. Hands up in the air he sped over to hug his friends leg. Dashi chuckled heartily as Dojo made way to his shoulder. He gave a big kiss on his cheek making the young monk grimace slightly.

"Oh how I've missed you!" Dojo sang hugging his neck. His eyes opened as the smell of what was almost a campfire filled his nostrils. He turned to look down. He hadn't noticed her, to his very much surprise.

A young lady stood beside Dashi, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. Her features were soft, and gentle. A pretty face decorated with orchids for eyes.

"Who's the kid?" Dojo asked Dashi, still mildly unsettled by her.

"She's my apprentice!" He smiled with a laugh, Dojo's jaw dropped like a trout. His what?! Flabbergasted he yelled out what he was thinking. Dashi has never taken an apprentice, sure hes lead a few lessons, teamed up with Chase and Monk Guan. But to take a student? To call them his apprentice, this was the first!

Like a stiff toy, he turned slowly back to the young girl, she seemed to be as unsure of Dojo as he was of her.

"My name is-"

"Her name is Ame. And she is big trouble." Dojo told everyone riding him.

Wuya sat alone in the charged pit beneath the earth. Her wicked flames had burnt away every living thing in the pit. Nothing but smoldering earth remained. Smoke rose as water choked out snuffed smolders. She sat, legs cradled to her chest, sobbing without restrain to sadly herself.

How could she have allowed herself to fall victim to Dashi's spell again. He had sealed away the most precious memories from her. Just to hide Ame away from their minds? He took away the only thing that had ever made her happy. He stole not only the memory of her only son, but his life as well. A strangled howl left her as she began to rock back and forth.

There she sat alone, in the dark of the cave, crumbling with it.

"I said, not so fast." Jack spicer hovered over the earth on his rocket propelled boots, modeled after the jetbootsu, the Shen Gong Wu, that allowed those to defy gravity in a sense. He was hovering now, a large black umbrella pulled over his head, stopping the rain from falling on him.

"It's been a while insect, I was hoping you had died." Chase taunted at him, Jack kissed his teeth at his old idol. But he was better now, stronger than Chase, in his mind at least. He wasn't gonna let him run away with the girl. He was sure he'd find a way to steal her powers for himself, then well, then they would all be surely in for trouble.

"No dice Chase Young, She's coming with me!" He declared. The name of that man leaving his lips, made Ame turn to glance back at Chase, she whispered his name, as a memory pooled in her mind. His name leaving her lips sounded like silk to his ears, hungirly grabbing his attention. His brow arched with thirst, he quiet liked the sound of his name on her tongue. He grinned darkly, "I'm going to beat you both down, then Ame dear, we will be leaving." He purred thickly at them. Jack felt his skin crawl, Chase Young, the real prince of darkness. Still had that undeniable edge to him. The power he commanded so easily was nothing to snuff at.

"Hate to break it to ya' Chase, that's not gonna happen!" Jack declared shooting a neon red cannon blast at Chase. He laughed shortly as he leaped away from the attack. His sandals sliding on the muddy earth, he returned fire with a similar fireball to what Wuya had used. Heylin magic, that much was certain.

The two exchanged blows like this for a short while, Jack barely missing Chase's barrage of well aimed attacks. His automated system was alerting him in a pinging alarm that he was running low of fuel. He snarled, as he barely dodged another attack, a tip of his hair being signed off. Chase is very smug, he's not really trying, but Jack can barely keep up. He remembers the worm he was when they first met, at least he can dodge now.

He turns to attempt lock eyes with the violet eyed dragon. He liked the idea of her watching his every move. But she's gone? He turned round sharply to look where she could have gone, but nothing. She must had made a break for it while they had been distracted.

Ame ran through the woods, the ground was slick and her toes were slipping in her black okobo sandals, she was starting to heave out raspy breaths, short and quick. A flood of memories were entering her mind, she had been turned stone for 1500 years, in a deep stasis. Unmoving she re-lived her life over and over again. Start to finish she would watch herself for over a thousand years. And now she is free, the curse Dashi had placed on her finally broken. But a curse is heavy, the repercussions were slamming into her body like a train. Her legs were shaking and her heart slammed into her chest, just standing upright was hard. Using Enbu no Hono after just awakening was a mistake, her body was not ready yet for such a drawn action.

Her vision was getting muggy, trees and rocks began to blend together. Her breath was hot and fogging the quickly cooling air in front of her face. She was running in the high altitude of the mountains too quickly, she began to fatigue, eyes blurry she fell heavy into a patch of wet flowers. She huffed, it hurt to breath.

"Gotcha." A voice called out from behind her.

bit of raixkimi here hehe, Yay Omi is okay :). also just starting to dip into Ame's thoughts here. she's still rather quiet :3