The Aftermath

Vigrid's punch sailed through the blizzard of punches that Lord Death was sending out. His punch was perfectly timed to be uninterrupted and crash into Lord Death's face, turning the tables in an instant. His punches were heavy and worth hundreds of Lord Death's much weaker blows. It would've happened too. He would've turned the tables in that instant, but a small miscalculation ended it. He had been whisked away to the time when it was just him and Lord Death sparring with each other with Marburg and the others watching.

But it wasn't like that anymore. Was it?

Lord Death's armor slipped off of him, turning back to her human, Myrrh was moving forward. She brought her own fist forward and into Vigrid's face. While there wasn't enough force behind her punch to finish him off, his punch was stopped. He was distracted long enough for Lord Death's next punch to come in. His small intermission had disappeared in an instant. His attacks picked back up and continued. Each blow moved in quicker and quicker. Vigrid's arms were in no position to block. He couldn't protect his body from the numerous blow as each and every one came flowing in again and again.

"DEATH CHOP!" Lord Death's arm spun into the air as he prepared his finishing blow. It came chopping down, smashing into Vigrid's body sending it crumpling to the ground. Lord Death was breathing heavily. He hadn't counted on Vigrid's emergency counter coming in at the last second. Vigrid wasn't someone who would try to win through tricks, he would rather butt heads again and again in a test of strength. To use a last second blow on an unsuspecting foe wasn't his style. That's what made it so perfect, an attack that Vigrid would never use was going to be the attack that finished it.

Lord Death sighed as he went over his fallen brother's body. "I apologize for doing this. I never wanted to do this, but it is the second time I had to do it to someone…someone I considered to be my brother even…I'm…I'm sorry." Lord Death pulled out the Prison Jar. It was meant to re-trap Marburg again, but Vigrid had been an unforeseen interference. Here it is that he had to stop him from ever wreaking such havoc ever again. The small jar opened up, almost creating a black hole that dragged all things around it closer. The unconscious body of Vigrid was lifted up and into the jar. The jar's lid quickly slammed back down, sealing itself shut. "I'm sorry."

(-weeks later-)

"Been awhile since I worked on a golem," said a young man as he slid his two large goggles off of his head and looked back down at his handiwork. It been a hard to repair anything these days, Michael's legs were no exception. The majority of the city was in disrepair and needed work. Without his legs Michael had basically been in the way while he waited for an engineer to become free. And finally one had freed himself up and had enough time to finish the work on his legs.

The man got up and left. He was whistling to himself happily, probably thinking about the large paycheck coming his way. Not only did he help repair numerous buildings, but he also worked on a golem. There would be one hefty bill coming to him…and out of Michael's hide. Oh, well…it was worth it to be on his own two feet again. Michael shifted himself forward and landing on his own two feet again. It felt great!

It had been weeks since he had been on his legs! He may not actually feel it, but nonetheless he was more than happy to kick his old wheelchair to the curb. The blasted thing was a hindrance to him, he was happy to finally be on his own two feet again and no longer relying on Xander or Ash to wheel him around. Ash always complained about the dirt on the handles and Xander thought Michael's chair was a race car or something.

A quick roundhouse kick through the air made him feel as light as a feather again. He smiled as he quickly made several other kicks into the air giving his legs a quick tryout. He was eager to get out and get going was a loud buzz as Lord Death came back on, probably to repeat the same message he had been playing for the past week.

"Well," said Lord Death over the intercom. "Due to the reconstruction we highly advise that all students leave and go back home for the time being." Michael was right it was the same message. Not only was the majority of the building destroyed due to Evil Human attacks as well as Vigrid's massive hammering of attacks, but a lot of the merchants were having trouble restocking their shelves due to how quickly they shuffled out of here in the first place.

Michael hummed. He and his friends had been giving a longer grace period due to his current lack of legs, but now that his legs were fully fixed he was expected to leave…and go home. Go home…Michael sighed as he looked back down at his body. Go home? Looking like this? His body had been destroyed…the chance of him returning to normal slim, but he was expected to go home?

He felt like punching a hole in the wall. He tightened his grip as he walked closer to the wall, giving the notion serious thought. He leaned back, readying his fist for the punch. And he let it fly. He held back a few centimeters away from the wall. He didn't want to cost Lord Death any more money when it came to repairing these buildings.

Michael looked down at the ground. His new legs which had, just moments ago, been a source of happiness were now the greatest source of despair. The big clunky feet of stone that were at the end of massive, thick trunks that he called legs. It was a shame, because if he had been a normal human no doubt that last blast would've ended him the fact that he could stand was due to the golem body he hated so.

The curtains around him were pulled back and Michael was greeted by a cheerful smiling face and a quick flash of the peace sign. It was a young lady dressed in a light blue t-shirt that had a wolf printed out on it along with black sweat pants, she had a series of bandages on her head, but despite the pain she was still smiling. It was Eva. Luckily, Myrrh's emergency first-aid had helped out after all and prolonged her life long enough for her to get real medical treatment. She could stand, but like Michael it was suggested that she didn't move too far or too quickly, so she too was restricted to her hospital bed.

They had grown together as friends through that time. She had originally been quiet and rarely talked to Michael, but mentioned before they had both been hospitalized for weeks. When you are restricted to your bed good conversation partners are hard to come by plus they had already been through a lot due to the war. They struck up conversation each and every day at first Eva had just listened, but as time passed she began to open up and now she did most of the talking between the two.

"Good to see you are well enough to leave," said Eva with a little sadness behind her statement. While she was certainly happy that her new friend could walk, she wasn't happy to be all alone confined to her hospital bed. Helena and Rochelle were her only real visitors besides the nurses, since everyone else had went home. Now that Michael was better chances are he'd leave and take his visitors, May, Xander, Ash, and the rest of them with him. Eva accidentally let out her sigh of depression.

Michael smiled. He honestly wished they had switched positions for a second. Going home with his new body was still a large worry for him he felt like he would be turned away at the door by his dad and there was no way his mother would recognize him. "Don't worry," chuckled Michael nervously as he turned around and faced the nurses, "first thing when we get back is have fun! Maybe go to the beach or something!" Michael proudly pumped his arm up to emphasize his health. Although he didn't quite know if he could swim in this form. He never saw a golem before as they weren't too popular in Death City so he had no idea if they sunk like stones.

Eva smiled at the thought. However, the smile quickly disappeared as a small army burst through the hospital doors and tackled Michael. Well, Shi tackled Michael. The rest of his friends seemed to have enough restraint to avoid slamming into their freshly healed friend.

"Everyone, out!" shouted a young woman as scurried past them. "You are disrupting the natural order of things! After the war and now this! Everyone out! Everyone out! Go on!" she continued to scream as she gently shoved the kids towards the door. It was Anais. She was a young teacher that stressed order and schedules over everything else. It was a commonly accepted fact that she had OCD. Of course, that wasn't the weirdest thing about her.

Her attire consisted of entirely Egyptian garments. A tight black top and flowing white silk pants. Her long black hair was hidden by her Egyptian headdress of a cobra. She had dark skin from her heritage. There were rumors about her having jackal ears and even a tail, but those were just rumors. It was silly that people would even think such a thing was possible.

"I'm here to see you off…another great problem in my day-to-day routine, thank you very much!" she barked loudly, she sounded irritated at them personally for it, despite the fact that it was Michael's whose legs got blown off and was in a much worse situation her. However, the amount of care on her face was hidden beneath the layers of annoyance at her upset routine. "Let's go! Let's go! We got to you all on the train and my schedule back on track!"

"Happy days," muttered Xander as he was ushered out of the room. They all waved good-bye to Eva who was sulking in bed about being left all alone again.

"Okay, get ready to depart, who's going where?" asked Anais as she impatiently rushed forward, pushing them all at a rather uncomfortable speed.

The crew muttered. They had wanted to spend another day or so with Michael when he was all better and make sure he was okay, not rushed out of the room. "I'm going with Michael to his parent's house and then catching another train from there," offered Ash. Michael had almost forgotten that he and Ash lived close together it was basically the sole reason they had grown to know each other. Ash was a neat-freak who spent most of his time busily cleaning himself and others and Michael was an outcast, someone who rarely opened up to others. They needed something in common to bond, it just so happened that it was proximity.

"I'm going there too!" shouted May. Michael was surprised by that. She didn't live close to him. What possible reason could she…?

"Same here!" shouted Shi and Melody chiming in. Xander agreed as well, though less enthusiastically. Anais raised an eyebrow as she looked at the group. She knew for a fact that these six students did not live close to each other, but…if she asked them or looked into their records it would just take up more time…she didn't want to send them to places where they don't belong, but she didn't want to waste any more time and throw her schedule further off.

Oh, well, they were all friends after all.

Edit: Oh, I apologize for this small mistake! But Anais is an OC sent in by Colossal Fighter GX! I apologize my brains been on the fritz lately!

Finally Vigrid's arc is over! It took a lot to bring that monster down, but they finally did it! Like I said there won't be last Horseman arc next I'm taking a slight break from that doing a short, yet important filler arc to give both me and you reviewers a break. It will just be the original three groups, I'm bringing in the fourth group later.

As a side note, I have finals coming up which means some of my time is going to be devoted to studying rather than writing. Thankfully I have a small backlog of chapters so it won't upset my time too awfully much. However, they may be a day or two late being updated. I apologize for any inconvenience this is to you.