The Horrible Sight

The tall Evil Human lurked behind Vigrid. The sparse lights giving Vigrid just a big enough shadow for him to walk in. The Evil Human didn't care that he was literally walking in another man's shadow, he preferred the dark. Hiding out there, where no one could see him, free from prying eyes. He gripped the knife so tightly his knuckles turned white. His eyes were dancing around, stopping at various points on Vigrid's body as if trying to figure out the best place to dig his knife into.

His body was thick with muscles. The Evil Human was starting to wonder if the knife was even long enough to slide through his layers of muscles and stab him in the heart...did he have a heart? His hand snapped up and looked at the back of Vigrid right at where his heart should be. He looked human, he even had a faint smell of human on him, like a Kishin would, but that rarely meant anything any more. The Evil Human began to unconsciously spin the knife around in his hand as he thought about.

The more and more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. He had been talking about it to himself for the past few minutes, digging that knife in through his tough body and straight into his heart. His short discussions about the right place to plunge it into slowly became fantasies for him. Those desires soon became someone screaming at him. His own mind was screaming at him to do it. To take his knife and shove it into the massive monster's body that stood in front of him. The screaming became a constant drone of 'do it, do it!' He smiled as he lifted the knife above his head, ready to plunge it into Vigrid's body with all of his strength behind it.

That was as far as he got. Vigrid swiveled around and brandished his sword all in the same moment. It took him less then a second to do so. Centuries of training building up the muscles to do it as well as the technique. Vigrid didn't even check to make sure he was right, to make sure the Evil Human was indeed holding a knife in his hand. His blade came slicing through the Evil Human's hand in a flash. The Evil Human stood there stunned, looking at his hand, which had came off of his body, writing on the ground. He could've sworn it was still moving. It was still trying to live, but Vigrid wouldn't even allow that. Vigrid brought his foot down on top of his head, squishing it and extinguishing all hope that was still in the Evil Human. The bones were pulverized and the skin was flattened with just one stomp of Vigrid's body.

The Evil Human backed up. He had never been on the receiving end of Vigrid's fury. Vigrid was normally quite calm and didn't see the point in punishing his comrades, unlike they would ever disobey him after seeing what he did to his enemies. But in this instant, he felt it. Vigrid's fury. Vigrid didn't have to do anything for him to feel, just standing in front of someone who could kill you, knowing that they will, and having to stand there and wait for it. Running away wouldn't do him any good, Vigrid was faster. Fighting back wasn't good either, Vigrid was much, much stronger. He was going to die.

The pain in having his arm chopped off combined with that all-knowing fear as he stood in front of Vigrid. His throat closed up, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His heart sped. It was beating faster then he ever thought possible. He stared at Vigrid who didn't even budge from his position.

Finally, the tension broke. Vigrid moved. It was a small movement, but it was enough to illicit the worst thoughts in a killer. It was subtle as well, but that only made it more terrifying for the Evil Human as he stared up at Vigrid. Vigrid smiled. Thoughts raced into the Evil Human head. He was enjoying himself so much imagining a simple knife in the back, that he was giddy! Vigrid had seen a knife in the back so many times it was simple...mundane...boring...not worth smiling over. The thoughts of what could make Vigrid smile, the man who had seen the worst possible things, sent his mind into overdrive. He imagined Vigrid would make it slow, take his time lob off his other hand, then probably a foot. Move upwards closer and closer to his heart...

Vigrid moved again. It was the end! It hand to be! Vigrid moved his empty hand forward and placed it gently on the Evil Human's shoulder. Vigrid didn't even have time to tighten his grip. The Evil Human slumped down onto the ground, his heart had given out. His entire body had decided on the final choice. His own brain overtaxed his body, the throat had closed so tightly no more air was getting in, and his heart was dealing with it all. The Evil Human vanished leaving behind a single floating red orb.

Vigrid chuckled as he looked down at it. Vigrid turned around and continued on his path to his own private room. Power and experience was something that made him truthfully the most terrifying thing on any battlefield, but there was another weapon he possessed. Something that made both of those look like kiddie toys. It was just an insane amount of pressure just by staring at him. It was like looking into a loaded cannon that was one foot away from you and watching it get lit. You could sense and hear the fire crackle down the small thread as it got ready to blow you to bits. The only thing you can think about for those seconds watching the thread growing shorter is your own death, your own violent death of getting blown to pieces. You expect it to come and you wait. That's the only thing you can do.

Physical warfare may have been what Vigrid excelled at and lived for, but that wasn't the only form of war he was talented with. Psychological warfare was a deadly weapon. While it may not be capable of leveling villages with it, it was more then enough to deal with small-minded Evil Humans and the like.

(-With Michael and Ash-)

The pair continued through the Kishin base at a frightening pace. The Evil Human already knew they were there and on high alert as a result, then the news of May's impending execution only managed to rile them up. So, to them stealth was no longer luxury they could afford...or for that case wanted. They had forgotten about the war and even their dear Death City. What they were doing was much more like a war path. They charged at any Evil Human that came around the corner and flattened it.

Ash was much more efficient with Xander in his hand. The two of them easily dispatched any Evil Humans that came around the corner. The fluid and quiet motion of his movements were gone and had become very strict and uncaring. He'd charge at his opponent, making as much noise as physically possible without trying to make noise, and dismember the Evil Humans with an incredibly bloody slash of his gauntlet.

Michael, even without his weapon, wasn't faring at badly all. While he definitely sagged behind the body count in comparison to Ash, he definitely destroyed his own fair bit of Evil Humans. He didn't have the steel gauntlet and blade that Ash had, his body was nearly as good. The heavy and durable body of the golem made him physically capable of crushing bones and jaws with a powerful swing of his arms.

This bloody show was no doubt keeping Vigrid very entertained as more and more status updates would flow to him. And since Vigrid was now the only person getting the status updates and he did not care about the weak Evil Humans he never announced to the base to approach with caution. As a direct result, the Evil Humans kept finding the two students coming at them and thinking they could best them, attacked. Thus more of the Evil Humans kept dying out dramatically and Vigrid kept getting status updates.

Ash and Xander didn't even slow down in their maddening run to eat a couple of Kishin Eggs, which was the whole goal of the DWMA. There was a near endless bounty of them floating about as the two of them rushed through the base. If Xander stopped to eat them there would be no doubt that he would reach the goal of 100 in a matter of a seconds, but the idea of his friend getting killed spoiled his appetite and made the thought of stopping to EVEN contemplate eating for EVEN a second, sound terribly inhuman.

They closing in on the prison cell and that was their goal. It would only be a matter of seconds at this pace.

(-With Melody-)

Melody was beaming with happiness as she finally found a group of allies after being separated from her original friends. While Helena required a bit of coaxing, but came around eventually. Bridget, however, immediately found it in herself to lend Melody a hand with her injured foot whether it was to help Melody or just to prove that she was the strongest in the group was still up to question. Evalyn helped as much as she could, but as a weapon...there wasn't much she could do except quote some of her limited medical knowledge as to how to help with the healing process, but most of that involved rest or some kind of medicine, which they had neither the time nor the supplies to act on.

For the time being, Melody just had strapped her makeshift pipe-cane to her back and leaned on Bridget. It wasn't much of an upgrade in terms of being comfortable, but it was much faster then before. Zeek stayed in his weapon form just like Eva in case of an emergency.

It surprised them, however, as there were very little Evil Humans that they had encountered so far. It was a shocking fact that base filled to the brim with Evil Humans would have so little Evil Humans for them to encounter. They had decided to chose stealth over a war path since they still had not received the news of May's impending execution, but still they weren't any Kishins in any of the hallways that they had checked.

Their opinions changed after looking down one more hallway. Their faces changed from the determination of saving their friends to mild horror to a form of calm happiness. Even Helena who was too lazy to portray her emotions most of the time found herself shocked at the scene. The hallway was riddled with Kishin Eggs. The group found it hard to move without bumping into one. It was a scene of pure carnage. They stood there for a couple of seconds taking in the scenery. The original thought on all of their minds was 'what force in hell could've done this?' to the acceptance of the fact that each of these Kishin Eggs represented one less Kishin they had to deal with.

"Did Michael and Ash do all this?" asked Melody hoping Shi would offer up an answer, but instead ze stayed quiet still taking in the view. "Or did somebody else move in?"

"I don't think Semper and Mischa would've done any of this," muttered Bridget remembering their clashing personality. She took another step forward and touched one of the Kishin Eggs, she shuddered at the thought of having to deal with all of these Kishins. It looked like a mob had attacked somebody and been destroyed.

"Maybe...Enma did this?" offered Eva remembering the rumors of the Death Scythe in the Death City. The most popular one was definitely his love of attacking Evil Human groups and destroying them. It was incredibly possible that he had come here when the second Death Scythe finally arrived. But for some reason that thought didn't make her feel any better. The fact that a human existed with both the power and desire to create a scene like this disturbed her greatly.

Vigrid's unbelievable power has just been shown off dismembering one of his allies. Michael and Ash's own rush seems to only be gaining fuel as they take down another group of Evil Humans. However, it looks like Melody's group has become frozen as the hideous sight of thousands of dead enemies.