A Surprise Attack Draws Blood

The gang stared at the woman currently imprisoned behind the heavy bars of the Evil Human's jail. Eva then reclaimed their attention with a short and shallow cough, that gushed blood from her mouth. They were frozen with no idea about what to do. They had no idea about who this girl was and the only thing they had to really go on was the fact that she was the Evil Human's enemy.

The woman didn't look like an enemy and definitely not like an Evil Human. She was of a small and fairly light build, she didn't have demonic red eyes, although they were black. She had long gray hair and a dark cocoa skin complexion. She had on black jeans and a gray low-cut shirt. She had a black jacket in the cell with her, but she had taken it off.

Helena rushed up to her and picked the same rock Michael was using and brought it down on top of the lack, any and all sense of trepidation was flushed out of her due to the near death of her flailing partner. She just wanted to save her at any and all costs even if it was troublesome. She didn't know who she was, but she was willing to do anything for her partner. She smashed it down again and again, holding back a river of tears as she tried to bust it open. Strangely after the fights and the running to get here...her entire body felt sore...she felt tired. She felt like just going to sleep like she always did, but if she did that now...would Eva be there to wake her up?

Finally, the lock broke open. It fell onto the floor and Helena collapsed in front of it. "Thank you," whispered the older lady as she rushed out past Helena and to Eva's side, "this will be a very quick operation. We don't have a surplus of time, so I need you to do everything I say without hesitation. The more time we hesitate the more time she'll waste. the first step is going to be simply buying more time. As you guessed wrapping a heavy cloth around her to stop the bleeding is step one." Despite the fact that every single word she said was something close to an order and a matter of life and death she never once raised her voice or said anything rude...she was talking with the most pleasant voice of anyone in the whole world.

Ash quickly used Xander's blade to cut loose a chunk of his shirt and give it to her. She immediately pressed down and tied it tightly around Eva. She worked quickly over the next few hours ordering several quick movements from the gang. They did everything they could to help, but their supplies were rather limited. By the time everything was said and done, Eva looked a little better, but not by much.

"Good," said the woman stretching back and wiping her cascading gray locks out of her face. "That should hopefully buy us enough time to get her from here to the DWMA. Its not too far away, is it?" She remembered her plane was ambushed too far away from it and that these kids managed to get from there to here fairly quickly.

"Yeah," said Ash, nodding his head. With the fear of losing a friend somewhat lessened for now his mind was functioning at a higher level and he was recalling all of the facts. From the way back to the DWMA to the fact that they were at war with the Evil Humans to the fact that Vigrid could come back at any second. "We need to get going," he said swiveling around and facing the rest of the group. They nodded in compliance, except for Michael, who was still working on fixing his broken ear.

"Shouldn't we know who she is first?" asked Semper. He definitely didn't want to be known as the guy who brought some evil woman onto the campus. It didn't exactly spell more votes. The fact that he had a vague memory of her didn't help either. He knew he saw her and he had an immediate surge of trepidation to that fact.

"My name is Myrrh Furlough, I'm a Death Scythe, and I am here to help," she stated, but the gang all shivered and backed away at the name. The infamous story of Myrrh Furlough was one that was told throughout the DWMA almost as often as the story of the students who defeated the Kishin or as often as the Boogeyman was told to little kids. It definitely wasn't a happy story.

"I know all about the story!" shouted Semper, "you sold your partner out to the witches! You two were together for a very long time and then when it came down to it, you didn't do your duty to protect him. You ran and left him to the witches! How the hell is that fair? I cannot even imagine betraying my partner! How the hell can we be sure that you are not siding with the Evil Humans as well as the witches back then. If there's even a chance such rumors are true I don't think I can allow you to enter the academy and threaten the well-being of the student body."

"I was with him for over 10 years," she stated standing up right in front of Semper and looking down at him. "You and your partner have been together for how many years?" she questioned. "One, maybe two now? I'll repeat myself...I was with him for ten years. We were as good of friends as physically possible. We were together almost as much as possible. You find it hard to imagine betraying your partner? Imagine what it would be like after 5 years have passed? After ten? I could barely imagine life without him at that point...we were together for such a long time and then he was gone! The witches took him and now? Now I'm being blamed for his horrid fate! Why don't-"

"Its okay," said May clasping a hand on her shoulder and calming her down with a soothing voice. "Its okay...I understand. I've heard your story once and I'll vouch for you when we get back to the academy and I won't allow anyone to get in the way." She shot Semper a fierce look, but he just shrugged. He did what he thought was best at the moment and he wasn't about to apologize. There was little to no way he could make this look like good anyways. "Lord Death ordered you to come anyways, so let's get going before the Evil Humans begin their final assault."

The rest of the gang nodded and they immediately set back out for the long trip back to the DWMA.

(-Back at the DWMA-)

Vigrid sent out a quick blast of compressed madness wavelength forth. It collided with one of the outer buildings and sent it crumbling to the ground into a ruined heap of bricks and wood. "I'll consider that my hello," he stated as he casually strode deeper into the city. He didn't double-check to make sure that no one was hurt, he frankly didn't care. Other than Lord Death, there was no one else in this whole town that was worthy of his attention.

He admitted that it probably would've been better for him to leave the buildings in one piece and launch more of a surprise attack on Lord Death, but some basic sportsmanship should be used. This wasn't just another war, it was a war with someone once considered to be his brother. In his heart it was something that he greatly looked forward to and greatly dreaded.

Lord Death was one of the few men in the world, who may actually be a challenge. In a regular fight between the two of them the outcome was uncertain, it was going to be an actual challenge! He would definitely work-up a sweat for the first time in ages. Not only that, but Vigrid knew with certainty that his act in this war would go down with a great pride, revenge for his fallen brother seemed like a noble cause.

Even with the anticipation of a good fight and a worthy cause furthering his reasons for this war and fight, he had to admit it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. It was going to be brother versus brother, which in addition to being a horrible cliché was also a very hard idea, even if he was righteous in going about it. He also felt a quick twinge of sorrow for the innocent souls about to get caught up in it. He didn't think like Marburg that the entire human race was due its punishment and he knew that war claimed many innocent souls, but he supposed the ally of your enemy is also your enemy was a fairly true concept in times of war. If they get in his way and are destroyed, so be it.

Vigrid suddenly stopped in his tracks and he looked over towards one of the buildings. His gaze intensified, locking in on the large building. "A surprise attack? I'm a little surprised I didn't sense it sooner. Ah, well, I guess that's the problem with being on a battle field, please step forward and meet your demise."

Vigrid didn't quite get the response he was expecting, rather than seeing a human figure step out of the darkness a small and oddly colored pink ball whizzed out of the building and straight for his head. Vigrid quickly brought his faithful sword out and blocked the ball, but the impact and strength of the person behind the ball was undeniable. However, Vigrid frowned. "I can tell from that attack that you are not Lord Death...I suppose I could humor you for a few seconds, but I'm afraid after that I must get going. I'm going to see my brother after all of these years."

The small pink ball disappeared, snaking its way back into the building. Vigrid waited for a few more moments, expecting another attack, but nothing happened. His battle expertise told him that nobody would give up after just one attack, especially from such a far ranged one. If his opponent got closer it was possible for a stronger attack, so that was what he must be doing, getting closer and into range to launch another attack. The question was where would the attack be coming from.

Vigrid prepared another blast of pure condensed Madness Wavelength and was about to fire it off at the building when he got what he was expecting a second attack, but this wasn't from the warrior in the building. For one the weapon was different. A second warrior was in the air and he had what appeared to be a large spinning buzzsaw-like weapon in his hand. He came crashing down, weapon first towards Vigrid's neck. Vigrid twisted around and brought his sword up and into the air to block. The high rotations of the weapon was pushing Vigrid backwards, not to mention the fact that he was falling so his full-body weight was behind the attack. It was an impressive attack as well as a plan to distract him to land this attack, but once it was done, so were they.

Out of the corner of Vigrid's eye he noticed the second warrior. He was covering ground fast and his little pink sword in his hand and the ball he had used to attack him was bobbing behind him. Vigrid paused as he realized his sword was preoccupied with the buzz-saw user and that left him open and defenseless for the next attack. Vigrid did the first thing to come to his mind. He turned around and opened his mouth and prepared another blast of madness wavelength in between his jaws and fired it. It was a small blast due to both where it was formed and how much time Vigrid had put into it, but nonetheless it ripped through the air and at the dashing swordsman.

"Left!" declared the pink sword. The swordsman didn't hesitate in jumping to the left and dodging to the blast. He continued his rush, until he was finally close enough and drove his blade into Vigrid's side. "This is war, buddy. You should've worn some armor."

Urgh...my thumb drive got wiped (no idea how) and I lost two chapters for this story...I'm working on recreating them and all, so don't worry.

Also, I want to thank everybody who sent in ideas on how to get some more inspiration I've tried a couple of them and no luck yet, but I'll keep trying.