A/N: Arhdskfks;djbfkfergjngn;egn
X-x-x Catch-phrase x-x-X
"I'm gonna purge your soul!" Maka paused before shaking her head, not liking the sound of it. She relaxed the scythe in her hands. "I'm going to feed your soul to my weapon!" She tried again.
"Maka" He sighed. "Does it matter whether you have a catch line or not?" She saw him raise his hands in the reflection of the blade. "I mean, I agree it's cool and all, but shouldn't you be more focused on beating this Kishin?"
She huffed, getting a better grip on the shaft of her scythe. "I am focused."
The meister adjusted her feet and ran at the disgusting monster, swinging her new weapon at the beast. But as she was about to swipe Soul through the Kishin, it evaded her attack, jumping over her head.
"Maka, back!" She skidded to the side before it could slash her. The girl felt the material of her jacket and vest rip as its claws swiped though it with ease, just millimetres from her skin. Maka backed away from the Kishin, to catch her breath and get a grip on things.
"You ok?" She heard him ask.
"Hmm, what about this?" She put a finger on her chin. "It's time for you to die!"
Soul shook his head in disbelief. "Maka! Take this more seriously. It's only our second mission!"
She sidestepped, dodging the Kishin's swipe again. Shinigami-sama had given them the easiest target, as they were only a new weapon and meister team. Though with Maka not concentrating on their target, Soul was worried that they would fail at collecting the easy soul.
"Block!" Soul yelled. Maka did as she was told raising the scythe, cutting off the monster's attack before it could hit. She skipped backwards, trying to get some distance between her and the Kishin so she could swipe the blade through successfully this time. The meister ducked down as the claws went through the empty space she was occupying only a second ago. Before the Kishin could attack her again, Maka flung her foot out and around, knocking the monsters spindly legs out from underneath it.
There was a thud as it hit the ground.
The Kishin screeched as she plunged Soul into its abdomen, purposely not aiming to kill it just yet.
Maka pulled him back and placed the scythe over her shoulders, using it effectively as a rest for her arms.
"Hmm…" She looked down at the beast that was writhing around, trying to stand despite the hole in its stomach. "I'm going to take your soul!" She pointed at it, yelling.
Soul sighed, but grinned at her stupidity, feeling relieved that the ugly thing no longer threatened them.
"Nah." He disagreed, shaking his head. "Doesn't have the right ring to it."
Maka frowned, looking at him in the reflective blade. "You think of something then."
"Okay." The weapon pondered for a minute, red eyes staring at the Kishin on the ground. "How about this?" He breathed in before continuing. "Your soul is mine!"
The sides of her mouth picked up. Maka moved the weapon off her shoulders, spinning it in front of her, getting her grip back. (He had made sure she could do it cool like this before going out on their first mission.)
Maka stoped and raised him above her head.
"Serial killer Ivan Milat!" Soul could hear the smile in her voice as she continued.
"Your soul is mine!"
In the next minute, Maka had swung him down into the chest of the Kishin, promptly killing the thing. It's disgusting body disappearing into threads of what looked like ribbon, wrapping around the glowing red orb.
It wouldn't be long before she'd take his soul also.
But he wouldn't put up a fight when she would do so.
A/N: gah.