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"There's blood everywhere," Adam said looking around and following the blood trails.
Everyone else was looking around, the Japanese Zweilts sickened by the horrendous sight before them.
"Senshirou," a weak voice said and in the rubble before him Senshirou saw a hand.
"Help me lift this!" he called to Kuroto who was over and helping him lift the destroyed junk off of the woman.
"Tsubaki," Senshirou whispered and looked at his mangled fiancé.
"We've got Aya and Fuyutoki!" Hotsuma yelled loudly and they turned to see Shusei and Hotsuma supporting the two men who looked torn apart.
"I can't get them out!" Yuki cried out and Luka was at his side.
Underneath the rubble two bodies laid.
Masamune and Ibuki lay beneath the rubble that Yuki was failing miserably at moving. Luka easily lifted the rubble and Yuki and Kuroto pulled them out of the rubble. Senshirou held Tsubaki in his arms.
"Where is Katsumi?" Hotsuma asked loudly and they heard the crunching footsteps.
Luka stepped up to fight only to see Adam's dirtied face. He supported Katsumi in his arms.
"I ran into a Duras," he warned, "watch out they're still here. We need to leave now."
A childish voice sounded and out shot a girl, her sword heading straight for Adam. She met Luka's sword just as he heard another male voice.
"Not enough of you," he said and shot out.
Luka couldn't leave the other boy unprotected and was stuck as the man went after Hotsuma.
A gun shot rang and the other Duras disappeared. Tsukumo and Toko stepped out of the shadows to back up Luka just a three more Duras descended.
Toko caught the first one, her sword stopping it in its tracks to fight her. The other one got stuck dodging Tsukumo's bullets while the third headed straight for Yuki.
It dropped, screaming in pain before Jack appeared and sliced its head off ending the pain.
"We need to leave now," Adam said as Luka sliced the Duras in front of his and stepped back to Yuki.
"Jesse and Leslie are still fighting," Danny said stepping out from behind the shadows.
Jesse and Leslie appeared looking unharmed. Leslie took the man from Adam's arms and Adam started the return spell. A flash of blue light returned them to New York.
The Zweilts and their clan leaders waited nervously for their return. When they appeared everyone breathed a sigh of relief until they got a good look. Though the Zweilts who formed the rescue mission were virtually unharmed, the ones who they rescued looked half dead.
"Get the medics here immediately," Nikki commanded Sammi. Sammi took off towards the ward and the Zweilts and Leslie gently laid down their survivors.
"There were at least seven of them," Adam said, "the west part of the mansion is in ruins. We didn't have time to get their stuff."
"It's fine," Nikki said and leaned down to the victims laying on the ground.
She checked pulses and then put her head down.
"Addy," Nikki said, "Senshirou."
"Yes?" Addy was at her side.
"What?" Senshirou asked.
"What's her name?" Nikki asked pointing to one of the girls.
"Tsubaki Shikibe," Senshirou asked, "Is she okay?"
Nikki clenched her teeth.
"Addy," she said, "Mark Tsubaki Shikibe down as DOA."
"Dead?" Senshirou asked his stomach clenching.
"I'm so sorry," Nikki said quietly.
"No!" Senshirou yelled racing to her side and looking down at her.
So what if he hadn't seen her as a fiancé? What is she was more like a sister? That didn't mean she had to die!
"Tsubaki!" he yelled.
A medical team came in and Senshirou watched as everyone else was taken immediately to be cared for.
A man came for the body of his dead fiancé and he watched as she was picked up and taken away in horror.
"No," he said quietly.
Kuroto put his hand on Senshirou's shoulder and looked up at Nikki.
"Go," Nikki said and Kuroto started to lead Senshirou to their room.
Takashiro shook his head.
"This is my fault," he said quietly.
"It's no one's fault," Nikki said stiffly and looked around to the distraught Zweilts.
"Everyone is dismissed," Nikki said, "Back to your rooms, we'll talk of preparation tomorrow."
Everyone left as the miserable atmosphere consumed any lightheartedness the field had once possessed.
Now it was real.
Now it was war.