Just a little heads up, I'm running really slow on my schedule. This chapter was going to mark the beginning of double time, in which I would update on Wednesdays as well, but I am to preoccupied with my VIDEO GAMES! If there is no rainbow color spectrum in "VIDEO GAMES", read it as though there were one. Anyway, enjoy the huge chapter.

CHAPTER 25: BOSS FIGHT

Gawain and Galehaut were racing through what seemed to be a tomb. Torches were the only light the vast hallway provided as they battled toward their destination.

As Gawain slayed the last underworld knight, Galehaut smashed down another glowing wall, revealing another passageway. Down the hall, there was the pedestal, brightly lit by magical markings on the ground around it, and the moonlight from above.

"This must be it! We've found it!" Gawain cheered triumphantly, dashing ahead of Galehaut toward the sacred shrine.

Suddenly, a hole appeared toward the end of the hallway. Alerted, Gawain prepared to jump.

And then the bricks in his path rose suddenly.

Unable to react quick enough, Gawain tripped over the risen path, and, due to his speed, was sent flying into the hole twenty feet away.

"GAWAIN!" Galehaut boomed as he ran over to where the hole was and looked down.

"Yeah yeah, I'm alright." Gawain said at the bottom of the hole. "I can probably climb u-"

Footsteps were heard directly behind Galehaut. Galehaut turned to see who was the owner of the voice.

It was a tall green abomination, with four legs. His eye holes were black, and its mouth was stuck in a frown as the creature talked.

"KTSSSSS-"

It exploded, leaving a lot of smoke in its wake. Galehaut was not damaged in the slightest by the blast, however. His armor was so dense it withstood the blast. He was knocked back a bit, but that's it. He felt grateful for that.

But, the feeling of triumph was cut short when he heard crackling. He began to tilt his head toward the ceiling to see that it was cracking, and for a moment, felt fear.

It wasn't because the ceiling was collapsing, though.

It was because the blast didn't push him back, but instead sent him slowly tilting backward into the hole.

"WORTHLESS FOOT APPAREL."

As Galehaut fell into the trap hole, the ceiling above him collapsed, with one chunk of the ceiling blocking the top of the pit.

Galehaut made a crash of a landing. Gawain stood aside, and rushed to help his friend up when the dust settled.

"We're not getting back up that way..." Gawain pointed out.

"OBVIOUSLY." Galehaut responded. "THE TUNNEL HERE IS OUR ONLY CHOICE."

They turned to walk down the hallway, to see a duck sitting in the middle of a pool with platforms in it. As they drew closer, they examined more details that became visible.

The duck was missing an eye, and he was scorched in several places. He had dried blood, dripping from his neck down. Regardless, he seemed relax and satisfied drinking some of the whiskey bottle in his hand. He was armored with a dull looking set of armor. Not dull as in, 'not sharp', but dull as in 'lack of emotion', in stark contrast to the person wearing it at the very moment. On the other side of the room was a ladder, but against it was a knee-high pile of gunpowder. In a hurry, Gawain reached for a torch. Gawain tossed the torch at the mound of explosive sand-like grains

The duck sprung into the air and caught the torch, and sat back down on the center-most platform in the pool.

"Hey! Who are you? Did you set up the mound there?" Gawain interrogated the crazy creature.

"Mah name es Degroot," The duck answered. "And YES! I DID." He pulled out several wooden balls, like cocoanuts, and lit the torch on fire. "I also made these puppies. Catch!"

"GRAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"

A boulder was slammed onto the pedestal as Bors and Galahad approached it. They turned in sudden shock to the thrower and saw a musclebound bear, his fur beige with gray spots. He had dried blood coming down from his neck. He was on the cliff side on the other side of a lava river, throwing boulders at them.

"Galahad, do something, I'm going t-"

Bors was cut off by a large hand picking him up by his head. The armadillo squirmed as Galahad turned to attack the large underworld knight, but, striking too late, Bors was thrown across the cliff and at the rocky wall on the other side.

"BORS!" Galahad shouted.

He turned to the attacker, and focused on the underworld knight.

It began to give off a blue aura, as compared to its typical purple version. It began to levitate off the ground, and a moment later it went flying at the bear at blinding speeds.

The bear withstood the hit, but the underworld knight turned to smoke. Noticeably agitated by the hit, the bear jumped down into the lava river below.

"...Wait." Galahad said, realizing that an immediate suicide in response to getting hit was not right. He dashed to the edge of the cliff and saw platforms, held together by ropes. These platforms were connected to each other and to both rocksides. Bors was currently clenching onto the center platform to avoid being kicked off by the shock wave the large bear's landing made.

"What the...!"

After an amazingly fast construction of Moist Nuggets for everyone without a ranged weapon, Sonic raced toward the city gates, With Percival and seventy-three men trailing behind, chanting and cheering the words "White Death", the name Sonic had picked for the group, over and over again. As Sonic finally saw the gates, he saw one lone person, standing there.

It was a yellow cat, wearing black and red magic robes, holding a magic staff. They were torn, beaten, burned and tattered. The staff she carried had a scarlet glow illuminating from the orb at the top. -OHFUCK IT'S CULTIST CHAN AGAIN. Or Rachel, or whatever her actual name is to you guys. I don't know, Amy never told me.-

She raised her staff and arms...

As Lamorak walked up to the shrine, he heard a sudden group of cracking, coming from all around him. He examined the treeline around the sacred shrine, and saw knights of the underworld not trying to kill him. They were pulling down the trees simultaneously, forming a ring of fire around him.

"Oi, bird-brain!" A gruff voice from behind him called out.

Lamorak turned to meet the owner of the voice, to see a weasel. He was as black as charcoal, and an oversized fang drooped to below his chin. He was holding one of the most complicated hand held mechanisms Lamorak had ever seen, but, taking a guess, Lamorak figured that it was a crossbow that held multiple bolts at once and the chamber can be spun to allow a new bolt in.

"You ain't stoppin' the spreadin'." The weasel said in an accent.

"What is thy name?" Lamorak asked, trying to act nobly to spite his enemy.

"Saxton. If I lose, tell Sonic 'fuck you', and 'you ain't seen the last of me'."

Lamorak grinned. "Oh, I'll be sure to do that, demon."

Saxton laughed. "A burnt guy from hell is called a demon nowadays?" He leaned in, smiling, just as cocky as his competitor. "Oh, I guess it's fitting."

Without any warning, Saxton began shooting at Lamorak. Lamorak raised the sword at an angle to deflect the bolt, but immediately after, another came. Lamorak deflected bolt after bolt, until all six of the shots were fired. Lamorak took this chance to run at his opponent. But, the run was over sooner than expected.

Saxton chuckled devilishly as he flicked the bolt cage off of his crossbow from hell and pulled a new, fully loaded cage out of a cloud of purple and black smoke. He loaded it into the crossbow and took aim again.

Knowing this was going to take a while, he thought of a way to advance while moving. When he hatched an idea, Saxton had his last bolt in the air already, and was taking the chamber cage off the crossbow.

"You're pretty good at makin' the shots fly around when I'm far away, ya pelican, but are you good at takin' 'em?" Saxton shouted, pulling a new batch of six rounds from thin air.

In a moment, Lamorak was a few feet away from Saxton. Saxton, not liking sword range combat, began to run backwards as he fired at Lamorak.

Lamorak took out one of his razor bladed fans and swung it as the bolt was within distance. It flew up about a foot into the air, spinning. Lamorak jumped into the air after it and kicked the crossbow bolt at his crispy weasel enemy.

The bolt soared in his gut, and the weasel grunted and slightly keeled over in pain. In a moment, however, Saxton tore the round out of his stomach and stood up straight.

"I came from the Underworld, mate! Your gonna have try harder to put me back in that shithole!"

"Oh, I see that!" Lamorak replied, satisfied to find an efficient way of fighting Saxton.

Bors steadied himself on the rickety platform. The only thing that was keeping it upright were the ropes, which connected to other platforms, which was connected to all the rock walls. It was like walking on a rope bridge with no guard ropes and many of the pieces were missing. The armadillo had bigger troubles than falling, however. Much bigger, heavier, and louder problems to deal with first.

Bors turned to the giant bear to find that it was right in front of, poised to jump. It was so large, that it had to jump from platform to platform, and the bear could not manage walking on the ropes. For a moment, Bors thought he felt fear. He wasn't sure if he could beat this monster.

But then he realized that this thing had to lack decent balancing skills. And that the rope is probably under a lot of tension when he jumps.

Bors quickly jumped to the right, avoiding the shock wave created by the bear smashing down on the ground again. He quickly got up, and turned to the monster. He withdrew his sword, as he was going to need it.

Before the beast could jump again, Bors slashed at the rope between him and the monster. Immediately, all the platforms around it tilted inward, and the bear had to act fast. The beast jumped out at Bors, but Bors was on the move already. He underestimated his jump, anyway, and was sent to a platform right at the edge. The beast took a while to regain its balance.

The armadillo turned and slashed at the rope he traveled across. It shook the whole structure, again. It took a second or two for him to regain his balance, but he did.

"Come on Bors!" He heard cheering from the top of the cliff. He was glad when he looked up and saw Galahad there, cheering him on. Though he was annoyed he wasn't throwing rocks at the monster or such.

Regardless, Bors pushed on, moving to the platform on his left. He looked over at the behemoth bear to see it slowly getting back up. He had to act fast. When he got to the next platform, one right next to the one he was almost crushed on moments ago, he slashed at the rope between the platform he was on and the platform he is on. This caused the platform he had just left to swing underneath the whole bridge-like battlefield.

This further tilted the platform he was on, but it did what he wanted it to do, and that was disable the center platform.

He rushed on in the direction he was headed, and turned right once more. This next platform was almost on its side, but he kept going. He heard a terrible roar to his right, and turned to see the monster jumping over the gap between them to reach Bors.

Bors made no hesitation to keep on running. When the beast landed, Bors had to kneel down to sustain himself. Once he was sure he could, he turned around and slashed the rope behind him. He saw the beast quiver as the platform had a sudden change in gravity. Bors smiled to see his plan working out well. He ran off across another rope, ready to kill this beast.

Gawain slashed at the flaming wooden ball.

As he did, it opened, spilling the insides of it to the air, the open flames, and Gawain's visor. It was black powder. It was ignited by the fire the wooden ball was covered with. There was a sudden flash of fire, which really disoriented the knight. During the disorientation, Degroot hopped around from platform to platform, materializing more of these balls filled with gunpowder.

"WUAHAHAhahaha!" Degroot laughed in a very suddenly high pitched maniacal way. The duck wasted no time in lighting the makeshift grenades on fire and tossing more at Gawain.

Gawain, still stumbling from the shock the flash of fire gave him, thought it wasn't a good idea to regain his balance and get hit by the wooden balls that explode, and simply fell backward into the water pool.

Degroot certainly did not like his strategy. "Oh, you're no fun!" He pouted as he snapped his fingers. On cue, a couple of underworld minions poofed into the room with a cloud of smoke. They were on opposite sides of the room, both loaded with barrels, undoubtedly filled with black powder. They grabbed a couple torches from the walls, blew the torch onto a barrel, setting it on fire, and they picked it up.

"Ugh!" Gawain groaned, making his way to the back end of the room. "Galehaut, get the duck!"

"AFFIRMATIVE." Galehaut obeyed as he turned to Degroot, smiling as always. "ARE THOU PREPARED TO BE SLAIN?"

"Oh, cut the fancy-schmancy talk!" Degroot shouted. "Who talks like that anyway? 'YOU' ROLLS OFF THE TONGUE BETTER!"

The duck lit another ball on fire, and threw it at Galehaut. Due to his lack of mobility, he couldn't dodge. But, due to his incredibly heavy armor, he withstood the blast. Unlike the blast that got him down into this chamber, it was not enough to tip him over.

Gawain reached the side of the chamber, and a couple underworld knights went to greet him, and hopefully stick a sword through his face. Gawain turned to look at his companion, unable to catch up to the duck that was now bouncing around the platforms in the water relentlessly pegging Galehaut with the wooden balls as if they were snowballs.

Gawain hatched an idea. The moment he did, the barrels the beings had thrown into the water suddenly exploded, sending charred wood chunks flying across the room. Gawain jumped in fear, but made a mental note: twenty two seconds. One of the charred chunks flew through the gap the visor of one of the demons Gawain was fighting. It screamed in an low pitch voice, and stumbled around. Unnerved by this, the second one marched on. One of the barrels had went off right next to Galehaut, sending him stumbling sideways. He was able to jump to the platform off to the side of him and stabilize himself there.

Gawain turned his attention back to the underworld being, which was feet away from him. He lunged at him with his axes, and chopped the first one to pieces quickly. Wanting to play around with the next one, still blinded, he put his axes away, reared his fist, and began to run at him. He jumped, punched, and the enemy went soaring across the room and into a wall.

Now it was time for his plan. Gawain took the torch they had dropped, and lit a barrel on fire. He hoisted the barrel over his head, and hopped onto the platforms. Twenty, Gawain thought.

"Galehaut, go get one of those barrels!" He ordered Galehaut.

"AFFIRMATIVE." Galehaut replied. "RETREATING..." Fifteen.

Degroot giggled as he materialized more of his playthings as Galehaut hopped back. "Ooooh, what does the big guy have in his head now?" Ten.

Galehaut had gotten to the sidelines, and had picked up a barrel. He began to observe Gawain, to get his strategy without asking him to blurt it out to their unpredictable enemy.

And unpredictable he was. Degroot lit the ball and jumped over Gawain. Five.

When he landed, he began spinning around and slowly came to a stop at Galehaut, with the ball reared back, ready to throw. Two.

Gawain threw the barrel in front of Degroot, and used the momentum from the throw to dive underwater. Not suspecting the barrel to be thrown in front of him, the ball smashed against the crate, breaking the wood casing.

BOOM

The duck flew to the other side of the room, slamming into the wall. Although neither Gawain or Galehaut saw it, Degroot's face flashed with pain and he held back a painful groan.

Gawain, putting his arms down after successfully shielding his face from wooden pieces, smiled as he climbed back onto a platform. He couldn't get within melee range of this crazy combatant? He'll just have to blow him up with his own trap, then.

...her legs shaking, her eyes wide, and lips quivering. -Woah, I suddenly feel bad for her... ~It's like a train, and all it's cars are filled with steel, that she'd stop if she knew how...~- She began to muster what seemed to be the harshest looking incantation she knew, at least to Sonic. Others thought the same.

"OH SHIT, HERE IT COMES!" One of those up front shouted.

"Slay the heathen!" Percival shouted, with fire in her eyes.

-~And she will stand there with her shoulders square and tall...~-

Magicians and wizards of the White Death began casting spells. "Magic missile!" "Fire bolt!" "WATER BLITZ!" "I CAST FIST!" "Earth strike!" "Air wave!"

-~...when the whistle blows, not falter...~-

Degroot jumped to his feet. He was impressed at how they attacked him, with using his own weaponry. Sounds like something he would do. He liked that. Almost enough to stop fighting and shake their hands. But that would mean no more attempting to blow them up. And he liked blowing stuff up, more than other people blowing stuff up. It didn't even matter what was being blown up in the case. It could be boxes, barrels, people, himself. Whatever it was, he liked blowing them up more than he likes anyone else doing so.

Degroot saw Galehaut light a barrel on fire. He raised his eyebrows in interest.

"Hey, I'm actually happy someone is good enough to use my own stuff against me." Degroot complimented. "Gives me a challenge. Last hundred or so people I fought just didn't care about my weapons after they hit the ground."

Gawain did not respond, he ran back to the barrel depot. Galehaut came back out with another barrel set afire lifted over his head. Degroot wasn't happy. "Aw, you guys are too scared to get close and use your swords? Fine, I'll guess I'll have to do something about that!"

The duck materialized another ball and set it lit it. He then charged at Galehaut, ready to smash it into his face. As he was charging, Gawain threw a barrel at Degroot. He flew off to the side and into the water. He quickly swam back ashore, and smashed his now dud weapon on the ground in aggravation. He created another, and at the same moment, Galehaut threw his barrel at Degroot.

Degroot was about to dodge, but he realized that behind him was the entire supply of gunpowder. If he dodged, it would set the rest of the room off, too. Not that Degroot would not like such a thing. The fact that they were doing it was bad. So instead of dodging, he grabbed it and threw it back. It exploded mid air.

Gawain was tired of how tedious this was getting. "Gah, you know what...! Galehaut, get into the tunnel!"

With that, Gawain turned away from Degroot.

"FORGET YOU! I'M OUT OF HERE!" Gawain shouted as he threw the barrel at the supply against the wall, and began hopping from platform to platform toward the exit with Galehaut.

"... That MAY be a problem." Degroot said flatly. "I'll just stand in the middle of the room an-"

A portal opened in the middle of the room.

"Here's some more of that black powder, Degroot!" An undead dwarf said, walking out of the portal hoisting two barrels on each shoulder, followed by three more doing the same. "Man, do you know how easy this stuff is to mine? Just slap it with a pick, and bam, boom dust. Hey, Degroot, you're looking a bit light headed. Something wrong?"

"FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU-"

No onomatopoeia could not describe the sound Gawain heard as the barrel went off. It left Gawain's ears ringing. He felt bits of wood bounce off his armor, and the wind push him against the back wall he was huddling against. When he felt ready to go, in a minute or so after the blast, he got up, and walked back into the room with Galehaut behind him.

All the torches went out. The only light was coming from the shrine, and the ladder to there was blown off. It was silent. There were no sounds of life in the room besides himself and Galehaut.

"THAT WAS RIVETING." Galehaut proclaimed.

Gawain took his helmet off and wiped his brow. "I'll say..." His gaze was attracted by light of the shrine coming in through the trap door. "I'll throw you up there, and I'll climb up, alright?"

"UNDERSTOOD."

In a moment, Gawain stood in front of the shrine, smiling triumphantly as he held his two axes in hand.

"Here it is..." He said to himself as he plunged the sword into the stone.

The obelisk lit up from the sword's power. On it, red text was legible, in an ancient language. Gawain began to read it aloud. "When the sacred sword pierces stone, so shall return the power..."

"THIS APPEARS TO BE MORE THAN JUST BARRIER DEPLOYING." Galehaut pointed out.

"Yes, indeed. What of Excalibur, the greatest of all sacred swords? The King wore the Scabbard, but I never saw the sword itself..."

"PERHAPS IT APPEARS WHEN THE ALL OF THE SACRED SWORDS' POWER IS FULLY SUMMONED?"

"... What? No. One would think that would be too lengthy of a conventional ritual for a-"

"INTENTIONAL LOGICAL FALLACIES."

Lamorak got prepared to deflect another bolt as Saxton aimed toward him. Saxton was anxiously waiting for Lamorak's slow but steady approach. After a moment or two passed, neither had came, and Saxton was getting under tension.

Saxton raised the crossbow over his head and swung it downward, pulling the trigger halfway. The bolt flew out, curved toward the ground, and ricocheted upward at Lamorak. Surprised by this, Lamorak failed to dodge, and took the bolt to the leg.

He cried out, and keeled over, but he has felt worse. He had pulled it out by the time he heard footsteps approach him. He looked up and saw Saxton running at him with a curved knife raised over his head by his right hand, and the crossbow still gripped in his other. If Lamorak wanted to stop him, he'd have to act fast and make the right moves.

Lamorak tore the bolt out of his leg, and threw it at Saxton's neck. The bolt tore straight through it, as he expected. The hawk wasn't done. He withdrew Lancelot's sword and his bladed fan and ran at him and began slashing.

Saxton was slashed several times, as his flesh was now easy to cut because it was cooked from the fires he died from. After a fifth slash, Saxton managed to back pedal away. To ensure Lamorak didn't follow, he began firing bolt after bolt from his crossbow.

Lamorak deflected the first two off to the side, and kicked two more into the air. He jumped to avoid the last bolt. In the air, he spun around and kicked the first one just right.

The bolt soared through the air and pierced the back of Saxton's upper neck, heading through his mouth and nose. The force the bolt had carried had shaken the fleeing weasel, and made him stumble.

And then Lamorak kicked the next one toward Saxton.

The bolt landed in the back of the skull. It did not have the power or speed of the previous kicks, due to the leg that kicked it being the wounded one. Regardless, the bolt had knocked Saxton onto the ground.

"Hah, fucker." Lamorak gloated as he walked over to the weasel. "Thinking you're so good, well, here's something for your e-"

Saxton's body exploded into a cloud of smoke. When the smoke dissipated, he was gone.

"... Oh. Well, he was pretty good actually." Lamorak began talking to himself. "First one to get me like that in years. It's probably because he doesn't know pain as much now, and he didn't die when he should have."

"Anyway..." Lamorak said as he turned to the altar.

He walked toward the barrier stone with Lancelot's sacred sword in hand. He looked down at it and sighed. "For you, my friend..."

Lamorak then plunged the sword into the barrier stone. Words in an ancient language glowed into visibility on the stone. "This stone is but a part of the barrier that sealeth the Dark Hollow..."

Lamorak thought of that line for a moment. "Hmm... Dark Hollow? What is Merlina up to now?"

Continuing to think of the topic, Lamorak turned away from the stone, and dashed through the fire to get back to the meeting point.

Bors jumped diagonally toward a more stable platform against the rock wall. It wasn't rickety like all the other ones, and for this he felt relieved that he had stable ground to stand on. Bors readjusted his grip on the sword he had in his hand, and turned around, ready to wound the giant bear.

Said giant bear was en route to his position via the air.

"FU-"

Bors was slammed to the bottom of the platform when the bear landed on him. Bors attacked first, even though he was very startled by the pounce. He stabbed the bear right where the chest begins to seperate.

The bear roared in pain, and Bors used this to his advantage. He swung his feet to his right, over the edge of the platform, and pulled. He was pulled off the edge of the platform, and he grasped the rope as he slid out. He swung himself onto the next platform, and began to run.

While running, he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see Galahad kicking down a rope ladder. It was on a corner platform, on the side he was heading to. It was his salvation. He couldn't just go climbing it, however. He had to dispose of the beast following him.

When he reached the corner, he heard the monster jump. He immediately turned and began to jump from platform to platform toward the ladder.

As Galahad was finished with the ladder, he heard loud footsteps behind him. He turned and saw two onyx golems approaching.

Bors was just one platform away from reaching the corner piece, when two golems fell down and smashed out the two pieces next to it. The power and speed it was done with shook the whole entire structure yet again, bringing Bors onto his knees. He couldn't wait any longer. He jumped to the last platform, grabbed onto the rope with his free hand, and slashed both the ropes that connected it to every other platform.

As a result, almost half of the structure gave way.

Bors clenched the rope as he heard the roar of the mighty bear behind him. In a moment, he looked down, and saw the monster below him, falling into the pit of lava.

"Yes!" Bors shouted in relief, as he sheathed his sword. "Thank you!"

Galahad was just as satisfied. "Not a problem at all, Bors!"

The armadillo was panting heavily. "Go ahead and place the sword at the barrier stone, Sir Galahad, I'm going to take a while to catch my breath..."

Understanding his comrade, Galahad walked to the obelisk with Percival's rapier in hand. He stabbed the altar with it, and like the other barrier stones, an ancient language appeared. Galahad was a fairly new knight, and couldn't read it.

"Hey, Bors, what's this?" Galahad asked aloud.

Bors was pulling himself over the rock side at the moment. "What's what say?"

"The shrine. It has a language on it, I can't read it."

Slowly standing up, Bors answered. "Let me take a look at it."

Bors walked up to the shrine beside Galahad, and looked at the old language that was written on the front of the stone.

"Well, you see, that says..." Bors dragged on. "... The hell does it say? Wha-oh! Someone must have written over it somehow! I can recognize some other language written over this! But I can't place my finger on it..."

"Doesn't look like French or German." Galahad said, pointing out it didn't. "It has weird letters."

"Hmm," Bors mumbled. It finally came to him. "Ah, yes! Northmen! Northmen vandalized this structure. Can't make anything out of it, though."

"Northmen?" Galahad asked.

"Yes.

"The ship sailing ones?

"Indeed."

"In the middle of a sea of lava?"

"Look, I don't write reality, I explain it. That said... What the fuck?"

Rachel threw her arms forward, blasting a huge ball of dark energy at the massive group.

Those who didn't dodge it were stunned, petrified, and slowly, their whole bodies began to turn purple. However, the priests, paladins, and others carrying blessed items began using their own spells to counter these. Before anything noticeably harmful happened to them, the purple began to fade away from a holy glow that surrounded the priests, and they could move once more.

Rachel did not have the assistance of a priest, doctor, or others to take her place. She was going to withstand all of their attacks. And, at the moment she felt like screaming in fear, she saw many familiar objects appear from the hands of the crowds as the spellcasters and archers readied their attacks.

They were rifles.

-~...But when the crash comes, she will fall.~-

PAKA-KAKAKA-K-K-K-K-K-AAaoowwww...

-~With so much steam and steel behind it, she won't slow it down at all...~-

She was riddled with attack after attack. Arrows, bullets, throwing knives, spells of all four basic elements and fist, she was hit with it all. Her clothes were torn by the bullets and arrows, and was brushed aside by the impact of the spells. The person underneath the magician robes she wore was ground into a light paste by the seventy-three attacks separate headed her way. The sheer amount of force from all of these attacks hitting her within the two or three seconds it lasted, which was enough to stop the G.U.N. truck that was chasing Sonic down the steep hills of Station Square, had sent her flying through the massive doorway and onto the hard gravel road in front of the city's gates. The place she was standing a moment ago was occupied by nothing but a fine red mist of blood. -THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE RINGS.-

"Oh God..." Sonic gasped underneath the roaring cheers of the mob. He had never seen a person transform from a living being to the equivalent of tomato sauce before, at least not in real life. His ego felt shrunk, and he became unsettled by how powerful this mob was. How quickly and easily it could kill anything in its path. He felt uncomfortable knowing that if he got on the wrong side of the mob, he can be turned into fertilizer. "... Oh God."

Not bothered by this at all, White Death cheered as they stampeded over the underworld knights that stood where Rachel was. They did not even waste time standing over them, attacking them. They just sent two men to attack Rachel's minions, they would force themselves on top and the mob would push them down, not bothering to deal any finishing blows or such to the underworld knights. They had better things to do.

As they marched out of the city, Sonic looked at the gory mess of a cat named Rachel that was there, lying on the gravel road. He was the fastest, of course, so he ran up to it to look at it so he didn't make the mob wait for someone who could catch up to them in seconds, no matter the distance.

Rachel was dead, for sure. The whole front side of her body was torn open, and spewing out. Whole limbs were torn away, and as a matter of fact, a second of viewing the corpse, the arm landed several feet away from the owner. -...There goes the arm.- He could see the balls of dirt and balls of lead lying on top of the torn organ tissue. Toward her waist, he could see a green spiky object stuck in the crisscrossing pile of bodily fluids.

-... CACTUS.-

It had only occurred to him now that the attacks had torn her clothes off. -... dot dot dot...- Not that he could recognize anything other than the cactus and other manually injected items. She was torn to shreds, through and through.

"Sonic! Pay attention!" Caliburn shouted.

"Sonic! Come on!" He heard a voice call out.

Sonic looked up to see Percival waiting a few feet ahead of him, with the mob charging off.

"Alright alright," Sonic stammered, while running back to rejoin White Death. "I just have never seen someone turn into tomato soup before."

"You're not the only one, but you're the only one who cares so much about it." Percival noted, catching up.

"WELL KILLING ISN'T MY BUSINESS!" Sonic shouted back. "...~wo-and business is good...~"