CAUTION: This is an M-rated chapter for gore, violence, disturbing images and foul language. This is where the Horror classing comes from! This is it. This. Is. Tornado.

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Yunsung met many more derelict of villages as he journeyed with precious little rest. In each one, he searched out the people, and, often with a little persuasion needed, encouraged them to head towards the port. The damage was progressively worse as he headed further along- doors and windows completely smashed in, furniture in bits and pieces everywhere, and metal equipment bent and broken as if they were elastic and splinters. The people were more and more broken- he once found a poor woman, rocking in a chair, singing softly to her baby who had died from starvation, eyes looking like they could fill oceans- Yunsung would never forget how it felt to take the child away, and tell the woman it was dead. He would never forget the man who just kept smiling and walking endlessly in ever-decreasing circles. He would never forget the child who ran up to him and screamed, "DADDY!"- for he was the only man left there.

As much as these moments disturbed, frightened and saddened him, sometimes to tears, Yunsung kept going, knowing that he was responsible, knowing that more people would be killed with every second he hesitated, knowing he was probably the only one who could stop the raging Tornado.

But it didn't stop the cold blood of fear filling his veins when he heard screams, of man, woman and child, filling the air, and the horrible roar like some ferocious animal piercing the air. Yunsung could only run as fast as he could, his breathing ever higher in his chest, lead weights fast appearing in his muscles. And when he reached the stone arch, he found what he was looking for.

He instantly recognized the white trousers from behind, and her matt of black hair and pony tails. But her whole back and neck had been mutilated by a fierce red and silver coating of spikes, flaming all the way up and across her back, until it stopped and shortened around her neck, which, every few seconds, dissapeared from view as the creature threw back it's head and roared, guttural and booming, letting everyone in the vicinity know that another man was about to be reaped.

As Yunsung started forward, he watched her arms, gripping two tonfa blades, fiercely intent on coating the blades with yet more blood. The victim screamed in pain as he was ripped limb from limb. Tornado sounded like she was breathing through her saliva, heavily, ghoulishly gasping with relief as she took pleasure in the the havoc she was wreaking.

Yunsung charged, "WRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!", he wrenched out White Storm and held it up, preparing to attack- it was then he remembered he was going to have to use muscle to out do her, since he didn't intend to kill her. He approached the raging beast and was about to jump to push her off the man, when as soon as she was there- she wasn't!

He screeched to a halt. He was only confronted by the mutilated corpse of the man, his intestines splashed across his own body, his entire torso ripped open and his bloody ribcage bare and hideous. Yunsung staggered- he didn't want to fall on top of him. Where had she gone?

She moved so fast, it was like the wind!

Yunsung spun around, flinging out White Storm in front of him, where it clanged loudly against Tornado's tonfa blades. She grinned from between them, drooling, insane. The second in which their blades caught together was enough for Yunsung to decide how much his girlfriend had been destroyed.

Her entire face was splashed with blood, and it appeared that every inch of skin on it was cut in some way, fresher, darker blood ever streaming from them. Her eyebrows had dissapeared, and what was beneath them shocked Yunsung the most. One eye, her left, was big and brown as usual, except it was deeply dilated, so she looked even more insane. Her right eye was encrusted around the edges with the same firey spikes as on her back, and a trail of them leaded round the right of her face and down to where the back left off. The eye was shrunken, with most of it white and an unnaturally small iris. Below, her nose was the only part which was relatively the same. Her mouth was slack, drooling, yellow teeth bared at Yunsung, and her once pink lips were heavily chewed back and raw.

It was only a second, and Tornado threw him back, and landed another strike on his sword, and another, him only just blocking each time. Her speed was phenomenal- it was like a machine, striking over and over and over again with exactly the same brutal power. She laughed, and the sheer sound of it confused and horrified Yunsung's brain. It was loud and guttural, broken like a man, with a barely noticeable and yet rather dominant-feminine undertone. Yunsung's wrist twisted backwards painfully with every blow White Storm took for him, as he frantically thought of some tactic he could use to defeat this now seemingly impossible force.

"Don't push yourself there darling!"she screamed.

"W-what?"Yunsung whispered shakily as he heard their blades clash again. She couldn't be wind-reading at the same time, surely?

"Don't worry, son, we'll help you!"he heard about five sets of feet trampling towards him.

"N-no!" Yunsung shouted, desperately, because he had just realised he couldn't take another death. He had to defeat her, he couldn't let her kill anyone else! But it was too late, the soldiers approached them in gleaming white armour. He saw Tornado smile gleefully and backflip away, so the soldiers stood in between her and Yunsung. "aaiieee-aaaa!"she screamed as her cartwheel assault came. The soldiers were like skittles, falling over instantly in the speed at which she hit them. Yunsung thrusted his shoulder forward, his feet well set into the ground. His shoulder collided hard into her jaw.

"Oh no..." she whispered, her mouth hanging open, blood spewing from in between her teeth, "Yunsung..."she kneeled onto the ground in front of him, staring up at him with her offset eyes. "How could you do that...?"

It was an insult to Talim, and an insult to everything he'd ever taught her. Yunsung was blinded with rage as he threw his foot right into her face. "Don't you give me that shit!"

She sprang back to her feet and, suddenly, her face was right next to his, bloody and awful, redness drooling from her mouth, and so angry it was terrifying, "AH, I GIVE YOU SHIT, LITTLE BOY? HUH? HOW MUCH SHIT CAN YOU TAKE, LITTLE BOY?"

Yunsung head-butted her in the face savagely- he didn't care. "Eat it off the ground, you bitch!"

She didn't fall- she whipped her tonfas at his face, but he was way ahead of her, and the deafening clang rang into his ears, "You're so predictable, Talim."

"DON'T CALL ME BY THAT NAME, STUPID HUMAN!"she roared, and latched her tonfas on his sword, swung and kicked Yunsung in the stomach, sending him flying, and his arms and body scraped painfully against the cobbled ground, and the people's screams as the blow hit rung in his ears. He was winded, and he'd only started getting up when Tornado's tonfas were pointing in his face.

She laughed like a maniac, and raised her tonfas. Yunsung was helpless. "Now it is time for..."

But, she jerked forward as six ghastly squelching thuds filled the suddenly still air. Yunsung knew those sounds too well- they were the sounds of arrows piercing someone's thighs. Tornado's legs wobbled, but she stayed standing, and grinned at him repulsively. She coughed blood onto the ground. Seizing his chance, he flipped White Storm around in his hand and smashed the handle into the side of her head.

She wobbled, her legs slipping sideways, falling lower, but she shook off the blow. Yunsung did it again. And again. She coughed dryly and painfully, a pool of red liquid appearing below her. Her pupils wandered and wobbled in her eye sockets, and fixed on his face. She smiled crazily at him, and finally slumped down onto the ground, falling on her own blood. Unconscious or dead, Yunsung didn't know.