Kim looked around in shock, knowing the evil spirit had to be lurking around. She knew he couldn't cloak—not because she knew anything about him—but because if he had the ability of invisibility, he would have used it by now. She then whipped her wrist out again, extending her battle blade.

The longer she had to think about it attacking her, the more paranoid she got.

Let's not forgot, this is Kim Possible. Paranoia was almost a myth for her.

Every second that passed, felt like minutes. If he was going to sneak attack, where was he going to strike? And how? Her body couldn't take much more. Not from just fighting, but from exhaustion. Along with broke ribs, she could definitely add concussion and intense scarring to the list of injuries she was positive she had. Not even including the mass amount of blood loss. She'd be lucky if she was even able to walk when this was all over.

But as she began to overthink where the beast was going to strike, one specific thing infiltrated her thought.

Ron.

She gasped loudly, as she turned around in Ron and Drakken's direction in fear. Completely ignoring the inevitable attack from the Reaver, she had forgotten about the love of her life that just saved her entire family.

The duo was too far away to make anything about, but it was still very clear Ron was the one lying in the snow, and Drakken was the one above him. She could tell he had Ron in some sort of brutal hold that Ron couldn't escape.

She quickly pressed another button on her belt, and felt her glove change form. Within seconds, it molded itself into an enhanced pair of binoculars. As Kim looked through the red lens, she instantly zoomed in on their fight.

She saw Drakken's hands clenching on his arms with death grips, while he dug his foot into his back. All while pulling back on his arms. She could tell the poor teen was screaming in agony, seeing his eyes clenched tight with his jaw stretched out as far as it could go. Most of his face was covered in blood, if not scratches and cuts.

Kim's eye and swollen eye shot open as far as they could, as she dropped her jaw in fear. Unhesitatingly she swung her arm back down, ignoring the feeling of glove change back into... well, a glove.

"RON!" She screamed to the top of her voice. There was no way out of this one for her BFBF. She herself would have a struggle getting free of that grip.

As soon as she began to take a step forward and run to aid the love of her life, she felt four sharp claws dig into her back.

"AAHHHHHH!" She screamed in bloody agony, as the slash threw her to the ground. The falling snow on her fresh cuts stung with each flake that touched. But even with her suit, something felt wrong. While she was moaning and groaning over the new additions to her injuries, she noticed something was off. She didn't feel the suit regenerate like it had usually done.

"Would you look at that... your little combat outfit isn't functioning properly." She heard a deep, demonic chuckle behind her. Still hyperventilating trying to slow her breathing, she turned around, shaking. The Reaver stood right behind her—his claws now dripping with the teen's blood. He then reached down, and picked her up by her collar. She ripped her from the ground, and vigorously yanked her to look him in the eye.

"Did you really think this would end with me? No. Look around you, child. All this death— all this suffering—follows you everywhere. If you had the slightest chance to kill me it would change nothing!" He smirked in her face.

She looked around at all the destruction. Bodies, blood, even more fighting around them. The streets were filled with nothing but hate. These were people who only days ago were getting ready for Christmas, were now fighting Was he right? Did she drag destruction everywhere she went? After all, they weren't just fighting for their rights to live, but fighting to help Team Possible.

"For what it's worth child—you were a formidable foe—I'll give you that. No one had lasted against the tyranny of the Reaver. But here you are—a child—surviving longer than anyone before her. If I hadn't already made up my mind to make you suffer, I would have made you into something glorious. Like me. A God." He continued to brag to her face, yanking on her collar with ever statement he made.

"If you think I'd submit to you out of free will, you're more of an idiot than I took you for." Kim grinned at him showing some red on her perfect teeth. She watched as his face dropped in anger, his sharp smile now fading into a dark frown. She felt the grip on her collar get tighter, starting to cut her off from air.

"Oh, I think I'd have a pretty good reason—

He was then cut off, but Kim spitting a small splotch of blood in his face.

"YOU ARROGANT LITTLE BRAT! YOU WILL SHOW SOME RESPECT TO YOUR GOD!" He then screamed in her face in full blown rage. He then yanked her loose of his grip, leaving her stumbling—trying to catch herself from falling. The immortal spirit then threw a right hook at the girl, followed by an uppercut. While she took the painful repercussions, he then bent her down, and smashed his knee into her stomach.

"GAK!" She gasped for air, as she threw up more blood into the snow with bulging eyes. As she leaned over in agony, the demon then locked his fingers together and hammer-fisted down on her back, throwing her to the ground once again. She laid in the snow, still coughing and gasping for air.

He looked down at her, staring right at the blade retracted from her wrist. "Ya know, I'm growing real tired of this." He smirked, as he reached back down, and grabbed her weak wrists. As he pulled her up by her wrists, his left hand began squeezing the glowing red ring around it—starting to malfunction the black and red blade. He eventually squeezed it so tight the glowing red light stopped illuminating, and the blade broke off. But, he didn't stop.

Kim began squealing in more pain, as she felt his flaming hot palms clench her wrists, starting to finally burn through her gloves. The suit itself began sparking, as it was losing all of its power from his fiery rage. He finally let go of her wrists, leaving her to fall back to the ground in defeat. Her bare hands now feeling the cold of the snow as the forearms of her suit began smoking with heat.

"You know, before I finish you off I think there's just one last thing I have to do." He smiled sharply, and looked down at her.

"And I would just hate if you missed the sight of your loved one getting his arms ripped off." Kim heard him start laughing maniacally. Her eyes widened at the threat, as she quickly lifted her head off the ground. Even the thought of something as sinister as that, she wouldn't wish it upon her worst enemy.

He turned to look at Ron in the distance, gazing at the sight with glee. "N-no.." he heard faintly behind him. He heard the resistance of the teen, and quickly whipped back around. To his surprise, he saw her slowly starting to move. Her singed hands plowing deep into the snow, using the last of her strength to pick the top half of her body off. She fell in the process, but absolutely refused to stay down.

She pulled a leg out underneath her, and pulled her self up. Blood and sweat soaked the snow as she began her painful ascent back to her feet. When she was finally back on her two feet, the Reaver looked at her with amazement and shock. Her feet shook below her, but she still managed to stand in a fighter-ready stance.

"Impossible.." He said in total disbelief, unable to comprehend how she got back on her feet after such an incredible beat down. A teenager beaten within inches of her own life, still somehow managed to stand up to fight.

"Anything is p-possible.. for a Possible." She shook vigorously, as a faint grin of satisfaction crawled across her beaten up face. His now shook face, dropped back down to anger.

"You will still break the same!" He shouted, as he dashed at her.

He attempted to plow his fist into her stomach, but she pivoted around his stance and took his back. As she turned to face him she smacked her forearms together—causing two angled blades to retract out from the sparking suit. While she spun, she dug the blades straight into the back of his neck. He screamed in a mix of anger and agony as he felt the blade penetrate his flaming skin.

Immediately feeling his wound heal itself, he tried to turn around and elbow the girl in the nose. When he turned around Kim ducked under his flying elbow and sliced at his stomach with the same blades on the opposite arm. While he bent over in agony, she grabbed his fiery skull with her bare hands, and slammed the back of his head into her knee.

Weak and disoriented for a brief moment, Kim knew she had to take advantage of the small opening. Her first instinct was punching him square in the jaw, watching his head recoil with the powerful blow. She then pivoted her body and aimed for another body shot directly into his sternum. The next right hook drive through his temple as his eyes shut tightly in pain.

She continued to throw numerous blow to the ancient demon, completely ignoring the scalding pain in her fists. Punching a fiery demon with her bare hands began to burn her knuckles to a crisp black, burning hotter and hotter with each punch.

As he took the impact of every punch, Kim noticed his flames were beginning to fade. She could actually see the outline of his head and the rest of his body. Instead of a completely flaming face, now revealed a humanoid-like head. Cracks covered his face and grew longer and more frequent with every punch from the tiring hero.

No longer able to handle the pain the girl finally dashed backwards, keeping her distance. She knew he would regenerate eventually, so she had to give him everything she had. She pressed another button on her belt, and looked down at the torn sleeve on her forearm. A small device began to mold on her left arm, forming a small grapple. Without hesitation she aimed her arm forward, and launched the grappling hook straight into the shoulder of the demon.

Yelling in pain, he felt the hook fly directly through his body, exiting through his back as each tooth in the hook extended. Kim then yanked back on the hook, yanking the monster down to the ground.

With that, Kim was now out of options. The Reaver was down on his knees for the first time. This was her chance. She pressed another button on her belt for another gadget or weapon, but something was wrong. As she looked down at the belt, the red glow was starting to flicker. She pressed the button again, and watched as nothing happened.

"No.. nonononono!" She began to panic with anger. But she couldn't let this chance close on her.

As she looked to her left, she saw the broken off blade from her forearm. She glanced back at the downed demon, then back at the blade. It was now or never. She knew a manmade weapon like the blade wouldn't kill him, but maybe if she tried hard enough she could hit all his vital spots.

She quickly ran towards the Reaver, finally ready to end him for good. As she ran at him, everything felt like it fell into slow motion. Each step she took, felt as if time itself had slowed down.

When she stepped passed the broke off blade, she lowered her running position, and picked it up as she continued her way to the demon.

She was ready. This has to end now.

She leapt into the air, and swung the blade above her head. As soon as she began to descend from his jump, she starting to swing the blade back down—ready to plow it into the skull of the demonic entity.

But as she swung down, she felt different. The burning pain in her fists, was gone. She felt a new kind of heat light up on her knuckles, as if it was God himself was healing her hands with his own. In fact the warm feeling, spread though her entire body. Her exhaustion, had withered away along with the pain she felt from before. It all vanished.

But as she saw the blade come down in front of her, there was a glowing light. A golden light. She watched the broken blade start remolding itself into a fully clean sword—the entire thing now made of gold and glowing bright. But Kim had no time to react to the strange occurrence other than look at it with shock.

As the newly rebuilt blade was slashing down on her foe, he leaned to the side with all the energy he had to spare. The sword impacted only inches away from the grapple wound, and sliced down clean through his shoulder. His entire arm was ripped from his body as he fell to the side, lying next to his severed arm.

Kim barrel rolled on the ground as she landed, and instantly pivoted around to look back at and see what effect she had taken on him.

She saw his arm lying next to him, now extinguished from flames unlike the rest of his body.

Shook, Kim looked from the demon to the strange sword she held in her hand. It looked like something she would see in one of Ron's video games.

The golden glow began to fade away, as she stared at the relic. Then to her surprise, she felt it start to shift again. But this time, it molded into some sort of Egyptian looking cane.

She heard the demon in front of her gasp in fear. When she turned her attention back to him, he was staring at her in awe.

"I-it can't be..." His jaw hung open in shock.

"The Staff of Anubis!"