Kilford ran, and ran fast. No matter how fast he ran the noises just got closer. One was the sound of light patter and lapse of noise, someone jumping over the roof tops. The other was of heavy feet and heavy thuds, something charging straight behind him. He ran for fear of what would happen if he didn't. It didn't help.

He was still running down the same large road leading away from the square when he tripped. He slammed face first in the soft dust pain ran through his face, he turned around and sat up to see what he tripped on and saw a long sticky tongue wrapped around his feet and leading up the mouth of a smiling red-haired women. Or at least he supposed she was women what with her green slimy skin and rather the large bulbous neck and large eyes she was sporting at odds with her much smaller frame. She let him go, her tongue sloppily lapping all around her mouth as it retracted back into her mouth. She smiled innocently "Now now you shouldn't try and run it only makes us work harder and" she said looking around "ends up going to the same place. Fredrick launched himself off the ground again in a mad dash, but as quickly as he had gone he was caught again. Janine landing heavily on his back with a single jump.

"I told you it ends in the same place" she replied, her voice now obviously threatening ,"Now from what I remember the annoying man told us to not kill you" she continued getting off Kilford's back. He tried to move but he knew he couldn't get far, "But we can hurt you, and who's to say we go a little far, from what I know that doesn't won't set you back to far anyway so" she said with a twinkle in her eyes "we can just start over from that". Immediately after finishing she slammed one very powerful foot right into Kilford groin causing him to scream out in pain, she finished it up with a kick to his face that sent his entire torso straight back into the ground. Blood arched through the air as it spilled out of his nose.

Then the thunderous background noise reached a cacophonous conclusion as Rolf slammed on to the scene, standing eight feet tall and almost as wide he looked hideous all thick short grey hair, bulging muscles, and massive claws and teeth. Two small black eyes peered out over a large leathery black nose and under two massive kite-like ears. He immediately scooped up Kilford wrapping one massive clawed hand easily around Kilford neck. With contemptuous ease he screamed and broke it with a massive crack. Janine shrieked happily, looking at Kilford lulling pale white head contorted in agony. "Don't mind Rolf the drugs making him over do it sometime."

Kilford head rolled back into its normal position tears streaming from his eyes. "A lover, a wife, a moth-"

CRACK his head lulled over again.

Kilford's head snapped back in what must have been a comical fashion as both Rolf and Janine laughed, Janine exclaiming how wonderful this man was. Kilford's face was glistening.

"a brother, a son, he was going to propos-"

CRACK once again his head lulled over. When it snapped back Kilford's eyes were dry and instead burned with a fiery passion, he placed both his hands on Rolf massive forearm.

CRACK "A store clerk, so many plan-"

CRACK "a gambler, left his family terrible deb-"

CRACK "a murderer on the ru-" Rolf obviously entertained by this new occurrence kept snapping Kilford's head as soon as it righted itself. Until suddenly Rolf just let go as his hand fell sagging to his side limply. Janine was mildly amused "what have we here?"

Kilford fell on his knees grasping at his neck. When he looked up he scowled; his body stinging from every possibly part all the pain of the last 6 deaths. Even his sense were muddled he tried to separate the past sensations of the victims with his current thoughts and surrounds. Fighting against it he stands up feeling the rush of adrenalin each death brought.

"You think that's my only ability? to sacrifice others for myself. No I ate the pain pain fruit and as such have control over pain; the ability to make it disappear" he lectured flicking his hand and Janine spies a small glint coming out of his wrists. They were small tubes emerging from under his skin, a strange pink fluid dripping out of them. She snorted "drugs, that all you got? Sorry but you picked the absolutely wrong person to showcase that on." She responded indicating Rolf who suddenly burst into action once again swiping out at Kilford who quickly closed his eyes.

At that moment he felt the drug coursing through his own body a much more delicate procedure guiding it to prevent interference with his own muscles. Soon he felt the calm wash over him as his pain disappeared and he quickly dodged out of Rolf's way. He cursed the man's massive size and apparently altered metabolism he should have been feeling the consequences for longer than that. He couldn't worry about that right now he was too angry; He had let six more people die under his watch. No not let, he made six more people die. Growling he lifted up his cane and swiftly turned the top drawing out a slim blade from the body. Quickly the small pink liquid bubbled up through a small tube imbedded in the center of the blade and quickly itself was coated in a fine pink liquid. He dodged Rolf clumsily slash and slammed the slim bald into Rolf unprotected flank, it left a very slim cut barely drawing blood. Still a small amount of the pink liquid found itself into the man's body, although at his size it was probably meaningless. Rolf swung around to face him again, Kilford ready himself for another swipe of the heavy claws but instead found he was terribly unprepared for the swift kick he delivered to his chest that flung him back a couple feet. He quickly pushed himself up as Rolf was bearing down on him, hoping to trick him up he stepped in closer and ducked under the claw swings then using Rolf's own moment he skewer Rolf on the blade. With a contemptuous growl Rolf caught Kilford with a claw to his side and flung him a couple feet away the heavy claws digging far into his sides. Blood began to flow out of the wounds, Kilford imagined the blow was quite serious but as of yet could not feel it. He warned himself not to overdo it just because he couldn't feel the pain didn't mean damage wasn't being done.

He then noticed Janine hanging out in the background of the fight not really getting involved. He had only just met her but even he could tell this seemed uncharacteristic for her. Rolf let out another terrible roar, and his eyes went almost completely black as he pulled the blade out of his chest. He tossed it to the side. Kilford used that time to put a plan into action.

"Hey goiter-girl what's the matter you frighten to take me on" He yelled mockingly. Her eye narrowed with murderous intent "What?"

"You scared to fight me?"

"If I was you I'd be more worried about the fight you've got right now then one's you probably won't have in the future," She said he eyes suddenly sparkling "but if it's any consolation I hope you do".

It was then he turned back to see Rolf charging straight at him eyes fixed intently on his small figure. He had gotten his attention, that couldn't be good. It also looked like Janine wasn't going to join in the fight, she must be just as afraid of Rolf's attacks as I. He attempted to jump out of the way hoping that Rolf's large form meant turning on a dime was nigh impossible. However when he went to jump he suddenly found a force preventing it, Janine had once again snagged his feet with her tongue. So instead he fell face first on the ground, and Rolf, instead of hitting him, ended up just trampling his back.

Another crack, another mother kissing her son as he leaves for an indeterminate reason, another flash of pain although out his body, another of Janine's laughs. Kilford swore, he forgot she didn't have to act directly against him, goading her was probably the wrong idea.

He pulled himself up to his feet as Rolf, noticing he was no longer in front of him, turned around to charge again. Kilford made a break for his sword but as he dived for it Janine tongue got it quicker and he landed on the ground nothing but clumps of dirt in his hands. He quickly rolled over and jumped up, facing Rolf, who smashed into him again sending him flying. He land roughly next to one of the old dilapidated building's as a chunk of the facade fell next to him. Kilford glanced over at Rolf who was getting ready to charge again. Kilford got an idea and using one of the window ledges propped himself up. Rolf charged after him, and he quickly dived through the rotten wooden boards covering the window, hitting the dusty floor with a thud and in a sprinkling of splinters. Quickly getting his bearings he immediately began scrambling backwards. Rolf hit the wall and went straight through, seemingly unaware of his surroundings with only blood lust in his eyes. The hit weakened the structural integrity of this already dilapidated building. A low rumbled echoes out through the building's walls and Kilford dived for cover hiding his small form under a sturdy table in the corner as half of the second floor collapsed on to Rolf with Kilford avoiding most of the rubble. Immediately Kilford ran out onto the rubble at straight at the dazed Rolf. Launching himself into the air he landed on Rolf's back sticking both tubes sticking out of his wrist directly into Rolf jugular vein the thick pink liquid flowed in and Rolf swung around violently trying to wrench Kilford off his back and delivering quite a few blows to Kilford's back and legs, but soon he became more and more dizzy his swings became more random until they appeared to be much more like involuntary spasms then meaningful attacks and finally fell over drool dripping from his mouth. Kilford still under the cover of the dust cloud from the collapse clamors' up the rubble pile and hides. As the dust cloud settles Janine comes to investigate, looking around she sees Rolf heavy body lying on the ground. She quickly ran over and checked to see if he was breathing, he was. She scowled looking around. "hah, stupid no way a weak ass man like he got out of this mess alive. Probably trapped yourself under a pile of rocks trying hide." She shouted to the pile.

She turned to go admiring the sword, as it gleamed in the sun "You know I think I'll keep this". It was at this point that Kilford jumped out of hiding place and right on to Janine. Of course her improved reflexes meant she was easily able to turn her body to intercept Kilford's clumsy flying attack but it did cause her to drop the sword. She squealed with excitement and quickly rolled under his weight immediately getting her powerful legs under him and launched him out into the street. Getting herself up she immediately shot her tongue out again wrapping around his neck; she pulled him back to her kicking and clawing at her tongue. When he was deposited at her feet she retracted her tongue

"Pathetic, can't even free yourself from one simple attack" She said as he kicked him in the face, and he used that as cover to roll to the side. He felt his body hit something hard, his sword. He allowed himself a small smile as he felt his hands wrap around its cold grip. Still she kept taunting him.

"You're worthless, you know that? Now scream you silly boy." She mocked at him as she began to hammer away at his chest with her powerful legs. With each powerful kick his entire body convulsed and he felt more blood bubbling up into his throat he was sure he had also just bit tongue. He felt his control going and the pain returning to his body as she attempted to utterly destroy his rib cage. Then when she hesitated for just a second on one of the downward stomps he rolled out of the way bringing the slim sword out to bare, only this time it's blade was a clean grey, it was clean metal. With a quickly slash he chops off one of her feet, and she cried out in surprise, and anger. Immediately she sent her tongue out right at his arm to grab the sword again. But he was on an adrenalin rush and he sat up swiping the tip of her tongue off as she snaked it towards him. She retracted back into her mouth screaming. And he used the opportunity to quickly get up and face her sword drawn. She looked at him teetering from missing a foot as blood dripped from her mouth.

"You bastard that hurts" she said as she threw herself at him hand bunched into a fist.

He returned her hate with a cold stare.

"Exactly" he responded as he accepted the blow across his face and drove his clean sword straight through her chest, before collapsing himself.