Final Frenzy

Kim could do little more than gasp for breath as she spun through the air, crashing onto her back and rolling away. Her whole body hurt like hell already, she did not need the extra bruises. That being said, she was actually pretty lucky. She'd only been sideswiped by a wild, follow-up swing. If either it or the initial kick had made a proper impact, she would definitely be dead.

Taking time she did not have, Kim forced herself to take deep, slow breaths and relax her gut before pushing herself up slowly onto all fours.

"KIM!"

That's as far as she got before two black and blue projectiles were flying right at her. She had just enough time to notice a flash of blond hair before she was shoved into a roll across the room, mere seconds before a thunderous crash, a scream and shards of concrete exploded from right where she'd been.

"Ron!" Kim cried, only relaxing just so slightly as the boy rolled back to his feet, albeit with a long, pained groan, and managed to sidestep Monkey Fist's next palm thrust before using it to throw him at a wall. Only for the thorn in her side to twist in the air and leave another hole in it as he kicked off, once again flying right at her.

That basically summed up how the fight's been going since Monkey Fist pulled out that damn toothpick. With Hego's strength constantly flowing through him, Kim couldn't do much, except avoid his attacks and try to trip him up, neither of which were working out well. Normally, Ron would be all over this. Of the two of them, even with Monkey Fist having mystical monkey power of his own, Ron was still the stronger of the two. Unfortunately, Monkey Fist recognised that, was still the more talented of the two and was targeting Kim. With Ron forever diving to keep Kim safe, he was left wide open for a pummelling.

Springing to her feet and to the left, Kim twisted her upper body just out of his reach as he swooped by and took the rare opportunity to take a swing for his eye. He reflexively avoided it, but in the process, he left Kim with plenty of space she could extend on before the next clawed hand came at her.

Things finally started looking up from there, much to Kim's relief. That moment was all the space she needed to fall into a much more familiar dance, twisting, leaning, swaying and sidestepping every following strike. Obviously, she couldn't do it forever, even in peak condition, she was always forced to blows by Monkey Fist eventually, but she managed to last more than long enough for Ron to make it back to them with a clawed palm thrust if his own.

It was truly gratifying to watch the taunting sneer on the man's face turn scared as the boys traded blows. More skilled or not, even Monkey Fist couldn't avoid Ron much and blocking his attacks was only ending in injury. Deflecting quickly became the only viable option for him, but even then, the sheer force Ron produced was rocking him. It only got worse when Kim got back involved. Taking advantage of his distraction, Kim dived into a sliding kick from behind Ron right as he leapt into a flying kick. He'd easily twisted from Ron's kick, but the way he shifted only made the leg Kim targeted more vulnerable, leaving him crying out as it was ripped from under him.

"Gotcha now!"

Shifting his fingers around the staff as Ron sprung back around with a fist, the falling Monkey Fist did nothing but shifted his face into a focused scowl, only for it to shift into shock and pain as the blow landed right into his unprotected belly. Gasping and wheezing, he barely managed to throw up his feet and repel both Kim and Ron's follow ups before rolling away himself.

"Wha…what is this?" He croaked, staring offendedly down at the staff. Clenching his hand around it again, so tightly that Kim was surprised that he didn't break it, he turned all of his focus upon it again…only for his scowl to deepen as nothing happened. Growling, he placed his other hand around it and started flashing blue and red on and off, but that only seemed to make him angrier. "Blast this defective bauble! I should have known than to trust that bird brain's toys. Why won't it work?"

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's up with him?" Ron asked, eyebrows raised and rubbing his shoulder as he sat back up. "First it was like he was letting take a free shot and now he's flipping his lid? Did I hit him in the head too hard somewhere along the way?"

"Maybe being encased in stone for so long did something to his brain?" Kim frowned, just as confused as Ron.

"Maybe. How did he get out of that anyway?"

"You can ask him later." Kim replied as she threw herself up and ran at the guy again. "Let's just wrap this up before-"

"FINE!" Only to stop right in her tracks as the red and blue flashes stabilised and spread out, leaving her face to face with four very angry Monkey Fists.

"Exactly that happens." If that came out as a whine, no one was about to blame her.

"Ok, yeah." Ron muttered, gulping as the blue glow mixed with the red tinting around every Monkey Fist. "We might be screwed."

….

"Come on guys! You need to pick up." Jake groaned as he hobbled along, his eyes never leaving his Vcom's screen. "I realise you're fighting, but this is life and death! PICK UP!"

"AHH, my ears!" Henry cried, cringing as he appeared on the screen. "Jake? Are you ok? Wade said you went after Spectra. What's the situation?"

"He's gotten cut up good, but still managed to scare her off." Jazz answered for him as his shaking form sagged against her. Her own motor functions had fortunately recovered enough to help him walk, which he was more than thankful for. If it wasn't for her help, he'd never have gotten back off of the floor. Sadly, it wasn't enough. "The problem is you know exactly where she took off for, the others aren't answering and at this rate, we won't make it there before Christmas. They're going to be blindsided with no way of stopping her."

"Oh, NUTS!" Ok, that felt like revenge. Jake made a note to never scream into the com system again as he almost flinched right out of Jazz's grasp. "Everyone, the explosion is imminent! Get as far from here as possible, NOW!

"All of the hostages are leaving the building now. You two need to get out too!" He exclaimed, turning his attention back to the screen as absolute chaos ensued around him.

"But if we do that, Kim and Ron are done for!" Jake exclaimed, looking at the guy like he'd grown a second head. "We have no idea what's going on over there, but they're clearly not done! If she comes out of nowhere-"

"And what do you plan to do even if you could reach them before a ghost does? You can't even stand on your own!" Henry snapped, right before whipping his head to the side as an aggressive bout of Japanese started rising in the background. "NOT NOW! JUST DO YOUR DAMN JOB AND GET YOUR MEN OUT OR YOU CAN TELL THEIR FAMILIES THEY FRIED BECAUSE YOU JUST HAD TO CALL THE FUCKING SHOTS!"

"Ok, who broke Henry?" Jazz cried, gaping at the scathing glare the boy had sent over his shoulder. "If it wasn't for the fact that Camille Leon was locked away up…oh no, she won't be able to get away!"

"She'll be fine, she's already been pulled out and locked up. Along with plenty of others." Henry replied, his eyes zipping all around him before turning back to them. "Listen, I know it sucks, but we can't save everyone today. Felix and Monique already went back with the thermos. They should reach Kim any moment. Let them help her and Ron. You guys just get out. You'll only risk dying pointlessly if you don't."

Ok, yeah. As much as Jake hated to admit it, Henry had a number of good points. What could he really do right now if he stayed? He could never catch up with the ghost bitch, couldn't stop her even if he could, heck he couldn't even carry anyone else out in his condition. He didn't want to leave them, every instinct was screaming to stay and find some way to help someone else survive, but…

"Sorry Henry, but convincing us of that is a lost cause." Jazz stated, startling Jake as she pulled him onward again. "We're going to press on. Let the others know where we are."

"Are you suicidal?" Henry cried, biting down hard on his lip as he struggled not to hyperventilate. "There's nothing you can do! Just-"

"Exactly my point." Jazz butted in, giving Jake another firm tug until he forced his legs to move. "There's no way we could get anywhere near the exit before this place explodes, much less out of the blast radius. We're moving far too slowly. So, we'll head toward the others and hope that either they manage to pull off a victory or Felix's chair can carry all of us to safety. It's all we can do."

"Jazz…Jake…no, keep heading out, there's other soldiers still in there, I can get one directed your way and-"

"That would only further risk their lives and you know it!" Jake grunted. "We can't ask another person to pointlessly risk their life if they have any chance to get out. Jazz is right."

"Guys…"

"You get out of here too, Henry. Stay safe. We'll see you when this is all over." Jazz smiled as reassuringly as she could as she reached over and ended the call before he could say anything else.

"That's quite the promise you just made." Jake muttered, putting the communicator away.

"And we are going to keep it." Jazz declared, her face setting into a stubborn frown as she forced herself faster again. Jake would have admired that level of determination and optimism if his back and leg weren't screaming bloody murder as he was dragged along. "Team Possible is amazing and we will reach them and help in any way we can if they need it. Even if that's just screaming in someone's ear."

"We can barely walk. At best, we'll be a hindrance." Jake deadpanned, but he tried to speed up his hobbling all the same. He had no delusions of helping, but he did have faith in Kim. If there was a chance out of this mess, she and her team would find it.

He was literally betting his life on it.

….

If Henry couldn't get control of his breathing, he was going to pass out. This…this just got real bad. This was exactly what they were trying to avoid. What he was supposed to be helping prevent. What he possibly could have prevented, if he was in his assigned position. True, he couldn't fight Spectra from there, but he could have kept better track of the situation and gotten everyone adequately warned in time to actually do something. Even if Kim and Ron weren't picking up their coms, he could have sent the message…over the corporation speaker system he'd destroyed.

Bertrand had really messed everything up. If it wasn't for him, Henry could at least be speeding up evacuations. Knowing exactly where everyone was, being able to access any door or window at any time, it'd all be exponentially helpful. Now, he was stuck with nothing but a blueprint and helping people through the few windows he could open.

'Where's Rika when I need her?' He thought, trying to force his body to take a long slow breath in. 'Even without her exorcisms, she and her fox spirits would be a huge help right now.

'Takato would have already run back in by now.' That thought stung a bit more than Henry expected it too. It was much too similar to what Jazz and Jake decided just minutes ago. Jazz's claim of futility had merit, but they both knew that it was just a convenient excuse. They were heading back in on the off-chance that they could be needed. If there was any possible way to help, no matter how unlikely that they could, they were going to try. Just like Takato. And just like with Takato, all Henry wanted to do after his pleas fell on deaf ears was follow after them and keep them safe. However, unlike with the goggle head, Henry wasn't right next to them when they charged off to certain death. All of his new friends were so far out of his reach. It'd be one thing if he'd gone with Felix and Monique, but there had been too many people to help here, not to mention the necessary headache of debriefing Oikawa to deal with. He'd been held up for too long. Combine that with his current condition…

Damn it, this was not helping withing the hyperventilation! Why did all his friends have to be the self-sacrificing types? Why couldn't Kim or Ron just ANSWER A CALL? It's not like Kim didn't frequently gossip and punch faces at the same time, from what he'd heard, she did it weekly over teenage gossip! Why couldn't the stupid lieutenant stop being a pain and just have everyone escorted out of the danger zone like a sane person? Why couldn't Henry do the same damn thing? He was being such a hypocrite, just standing here as panicked screams and a roaring engine came right at him.

'…wait, a roaring engine?' His rapid breathing came to an immediate halt as, sure enough, the sound of an obnoxiously loud engine grew louder and louder, drowning out the screaming of the people passing him. That in in itself wasn't too shocking, there were plenty of vehicles moving out with civilians a mere ten feet away, but this one was coming from inside the building.

'I don't believe it.' Huffing at the recognition, Henry reached out just as a very familiar motorbike swung around a corner and brought it to an immediate halt before it could run over a few stragglers. Unprepared for it, the rider was thrown right off, sliding across the ground with a groan before stopping right in front of Henry as the boy jumped back inside.

"Senor Senior Senior. Thanks for making it so easy this time." Henry said, crouching down as the old man slowly raised his head. "Last time I saw you, you were heading for the bomb."

"Saw me? Last time we met, you were unconscious." Senor groaned, trying to rise, only to be pulled up and off of his feet by Henry. "Hey now, no need to be rough. I'm just a defenceless, old man right now and I'm just trying to leave. There's a boy walking around on fire fighting a floating secretary and everyone's out cold. I know when to concede defeat."

"Smart man." Henry replied, tossing him to the nearest soldiers. "He's another one of your criminals. Take him in, please." He gave them a small, polite bow as he asked, but he didn't wait for a response. Instead, he walked straight to the bike. It was still perfectly good condition, despite its number of collisions. Capsule Corp prided themselves on making things that last, after all. And the fact that Henry had never ridden one didn't matter when he could make it drive itself. It was fast, reliable and could carry multiple people. Like him and his injured friends.

He was being absolutely hypocritical, he knew that. But that wasn't new, not in cases like this. He tried to get his friends to leave because he cared about them and now, just like every stupid time back home, he was going in and risking a fiery death to try and save them.

"Besides, it is a little different." He tried to convince himself, swinging a leg over the bike and starting the engine. "This thing's fast enough to actually get me there in time to save someone." Taking one more deep breath, he grabbed the handles and startled everyone as he took off with surprising speed. After all he'd demanded of them, Jake, Jazz, Oikawa, none of them were ever going to let him hear the end of this, especially the two he was picking up on the way to a fight, but if he's successful, at least they'd all still be alive to chew him out.

….

Duck. Sidestep. Weave, jump, back tuck, swerve around Ron. Avoid a kick, lean back from a chop, turn it into a backflip to avoid another slash, drop into splits to miss another kick. Spring up and onto Ron's shoulders, propel off before she could get snared by a grabby foot. In the back of her mind, Kim kinda wished there was a competition rep here, because she was putting on possibly the best routine of her life.

As much as she hated to admit it, Kim was nothing more than a damsel in the way at this point. With four highly manoeuvrable, super strong Monkey Fists literally thinking alike, even if there was an opening to exploit against one, she'd immediately die after she took it from another. To make matters worse, with the speed and level of aerial dynamics being used by everyone involved, there was no way she could even try to get out of the way, making things even more difficult for Ron than before. It was an absolute nightmare.

All she could do was the routine of a lifetime and try to reassure Ron that he was free to do his thing. Which, at this point, was absolutely essential if either of them wanted to survive.

"Would. You. Get. Lost!" Spinning and twisting like he never had himself, Ron just skimmed past a series of strikes of his own before finally managing to kick one away, stomp down on another attempted grab at his wrist and finish the spin with a full powered thrust of his palms right at the remaining two. A kinetic burst exploding from his hands before they could react, both of them were blown away and smashed right through a wall, both of them quickly fading from existence with small, red lightshows of their own.

"Oh, good." Ron sighed, his form relaxing a little, even as he narrowly avoided having his neck snapped. "I was worried that one of them might have been the real one. But why did those clones give out so quick?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled Kim out of the line of another punch and deflected another aimed for himself by the wrist. "Wego's just lay there forever most of the time."

"He doesn't have the full red glow, remember?" Kim stated, swing around Ron and into his arms right before he leapt high above simultaneous sweep and flying kicks. "Just energy from it. Maybe it's less stable without the source? Or maybe he's already running out of…never mind." Kim deadpanned as two more angry clones appeared. She should have known that they'd be that lucky.

'Then again…' Maybe they were. Why wasn't Monkey Fist making more than three clones at a time? Wego could make twenty, easily, and didn't need to absorb old ones to make new ones. In fact, now that Kim thought about it, the old ones weren't absorbed at all, they simply fizzled out. Which meant…

"Why can't you just die already?" Kicking herself when she realised that she'd taken her focus too far from the fight, Kim could only silently thank Ron for shoving her aside as a Monkey Fist's clasped hands created another crater in the floor right where she'd been not three seconds before. "You were never anything more than a cocky teenager!" Another roared, forcing her into a roll to avoid his ground shattering heel.

"I'm coming, K-BUH!" Ron cried, scrambling after her, only for one Monkey Fist to rip him back by the arm and into a solid kick to the chest from the fourth.

"I am a master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar! I wield the mystical monkey power!"

"I had my body engineered into the finest form on the planet."

"I found mystic artifacts and incantations capable of making me the ruler of the world."

"And yet, I am bested time and again by the sheer dumb luck of a pair of brats!"

Normally, Kim wouldn't even think before clapping back at that one, but with each line coming from a different Monkey Fist as the three of them launched limbs at her again and again, she didn't have the energy or focus to spare. This time, it probably was only sheer dumb luck that neither a blow, or the resulting, flying debris from missed hits, hadn't taken Kim out already. She barely had time to let an eye flicker to Ron as she commando rolled from another kick at her gut. It was a relief that he was getting back up, but even from that split second, she could still see just how slow and careful he was taking it, even as the fourth Monkey Fist pounced. All she could get past that was Ron's constant grunts and cries, but at least that assured her he was still going ok for now.

Which was good, because she had a new, bigger problem. As she managed to sweep one Monkey Fist off of his foot and pivoted from another, Kim almost froze at just how close they and their damage was getting to the bomb.

And they weren't the only ones.

"I should probably give us more time." Frugal muttered, opening a latch and immediately sending his fingers flying over the buttons. "I never understood how we were supposed to get out of here in less than twenty minutes. Did Drakken not notice how big this place is? I mean, if he brought a flying car out for everyone-"

"Get away from that!" Snagging a piece of broken concrete, Kim tossed it as hard as she could, eliciting a scream as it crashed right into Frugal's head and left him unmoving on the ground. However, any relief, or concern, she might have felt over that never had a chance to surface, for in her panic, she'd completely disregarded Monkey Fist. A mistake that was immediately capitalised on as one of them grabbed and threw her right at another's glowing, blue fist.

"KIM!"

"AAAHHH!" All Kim could do was scream as fist filled her vision. Ice flooded her veins as time seemed to slow. Every cell in her body was screaming to get out of the way and yet, all she could do was watch as the light consumed all she could see. She had no way out of this. Ron would never make it, his panic was overriding his control of his power. There was nothing she could touch to change her course and her body was in no condition to even try to twist or bend aside. She was going to die. She was going to die and all she could do was let her terror consume her, clench her eyes shut and scream as Monkey Fist's triumphant laughter rang through her ears.

However, the fist never landed. Instead, she hit the ground and rolled. The laughter came to an immediate halt, replaced instantly by a series of gasps.

More than a little confused, Kim slowly opened her eyes, only to gasp herself at the sight before her. Everything around her, from the splintered chair leg, to the people, looked like they'd more than quadrupled in size

"That's not possible!" Monkey Fist cried. "I hold the staff! That's supposed to be mine!"

"Way to play, KP!" Ron cheered, giving a gaping clone an uppercut and slamming the other's head down into the ground with enough force to make it poof with a flash of red. "When did you manage to snag that?"

"Snag wha…" Kim trailed off as purple light flickered around the hair in her eyes. Looking down, her amazement only grew as she realised her entire body was glowing a very familiar shade and that was when it clicked. Nothing had grown, she'd shrunk! That's how she'd avoided the punch. She'd gained Mego's power! But how? She hadn't even touched…

'Back at the hospital!' That realisation practically smacked her in the face. Suddenly it all made sense. Why the staff and Aviarius were still so small, even though she'd returned to her normal size. How she'd gotten out of the Bebe's grip earlier and why Monkey Fist threw his little tantrum after giving her that free hit. He'd tried to shrink himself and failed. He tried to use a power he didn't know he didn't have. Because, somehow, she'd managed to take it from the orb during her bout of tug-o-war. She had a power! Arguably the weakest power of all of Team Go, but if it was used right…

"Sorry, Monkey Fist. Purple's more my colour." Smirking as she shifted back to her normal size, Kim leapt straight into a split kick, planting a heel in each of their faces. Both were quick to recover, but Kim easily avoided the first one's slash and shrunk under the other's kick, smirking as it landed in the former's chest and eliciting another red flash as the clone bit the dust. It was quickly replaced by one more, but the effort needed left Monkey Fist open as Kim grew back up and back fisted his face. The clone immediately retaliated with a snarl, but Kim simply sprung away, leaving all the room Ron needed to throw the other one at it with the force of a wrecking ball. Both disintegrated before they could hit the ground.

"Oh yeah, who's got the skills now?" Ron called smugly, coming in fast with another palm thrust aimed right for the recovering original criminal, only to scream a second later as another clone popped out and slammed a vicious chop down onto his wrist. Even from two feet away, the cracking of the bone was loud and clear.

Both Monkey Fists followed it up, their exclamations incomprehensible as they simultaneously babbled profanities, but Kim was faster. Diving at Ron herself, she grabbed on to his collar and the arm of the clone as she passed it and left everyone blinking stars away as the purple glow exploded all around everything she touched.

Thrown off guard and stumbling as the world grew around him, the clone was easy to fling away before another purple flash had both heroes returning to natural size, just in time for Kim to kick an unbalanced Monkey Fist in the hip, sending him sprawling.

"Wh-wh-wha?" Ron groaned, more than a little disorientated himself as Kim took a second to examine his arm. "You…you just…but Mego never…how…?"

"Aviarius shrank with me in the only moment that I could have gotten the power." Kim stated quickly, frowning at just how swollen and bumpy Ron's wrist had already become. "Clothes and anything being held always shrank too, so it was an educated guess that touch was all that mattered. Glad I was right."

"Me too. I'm also glad my shoe is now bigger than him." Ron grumbled, sweeping his foot at the tiny, wide-eyed clone. Even the blue glow didn't save him from flying away like a tennis ball. "That's one less clone." He muttered, right before flinching at Kim's touch.

"I'll just make more!" Monkey Fist sneered as he pulled himself back to his feet. Raising his closed fist, the red glow sprung to life again, but even as another clone appeared, Kim could only smirk. Unlike the others, this clone was smaller and thinner than the original. The red tinting to its body was duller. But most importantly, there was only one of it.

"Huh, you ran through the red glow energy a lot faster than I thought." Kim said, stepping between Ron and them as she raised her fists. "Considering how many clones were absorbed, I wasn't expecting this kind of wimp appearing for at least another ten clones. Guess that's what you get when you settle for used power."

"I'm still more than enough to deal with you!" Both Monkey Fists screeched, simultaneously launching forward and slamming a foot into the floor. The resulting force and flying debris quickly forced Kim and Ron back and away from each other as the Monkey Fists pressed on, far more viciously than before. Desperation and blind rage were clear with every action, each strike and swing lacking more and more of its usual finesse and structure in favour of raw, wild power. For Kim, that was great. The clone was the one coming after her. Though her own body was quickly tiring, well timed shrinking and growing more than made for the fatigue, leaving her more than capable of avoiding one mentally declining Monkey Fist. Especially since his body was also struggling to hold a solid form. At the rate it was going, it'd fade away before she need worry about taking it down herself.

Ron, however, was struggling a lot more. After all, not only was his wrist broken and useless right now, it was being targeted.

"You know, I have another arm. Heck, I have a face!" Ron cried, smacking another foot away and cringing as the following aerial roll irritated the bone all on its own. Lashing out with a kick of his own as the monkey man swung around at him again, blue glows exploded as both of them were thrown away from each other, each of them looking noticeably shakier.

"Oh, don't worry, Stoppable. I'll make good work of them too by the time I'm done." Monkey Fist declared between huffs, shifting weight off of his own injured foot before surging in again. Unfortunately for him however, his speed had taken a noticeable drop, giving Ron plenty of time to levitate himself out of the way. Unperturbed, he leapt right up after him, only to gasp as a hand clasped around his foot.

The spasm from the pain was more than enough, both to throw him off from his target and assist Kim's upward thrust, planting both her feet into his gut. Which, in turn, left Ron free to thrust a well charged, clawed hand right at the clone following her, obliterating it in an instant.

Screaming as his back hit and bounced off of the ground, Monkey Fist lashed out blindly with a deadly kick of his own, but Kim shrunk out of the way almost on reflex. Stomping his foot after her, he slowly forced himself back to his feet, but instead of trying again, he was forced into leaping back as Ron came in with a vicious kick of his own.

Only to realise too late that Kim had once again snagged a ride. He was seeing stars from the uppercut to the jaw before the purple light even registered in his mind, his own glow dying as the miniaturised staff slipped through his fingers.

"Looks like your mystic substitute reached its end." Kim taunted, latching onto him before he could stumble away. "How about you take a shot of the real stuff?" Swinging them around, she threw the dazed villain back the way he came and right into Ron's thrusting palm. A choked gasp was all he managed as he crashed and skidded across the ground. Not that he knew it, Monkey Fist was unconscious before he hit the ground.

"That's it? They're finally all down?" Ron moaned tiredly, practically dropping on his butt himself before crumpling over. "We win? Boo…yah."

"Well…in here, at least, yeah." Kim sighed, sagging down onto her knees herself as her own adrenaline gave way to fatigue.

"And the bomb's not ticking?" Ron asked, sighing in relief at Kim's confirming hum. "That's good. We rule. Ow." He mumbled, jostling his wrist as he cheered and pulling it closer to his chest. "Do you think we can find a medic now?"

"Let's see how-"

"KIM!" Her whole body went rigid at two terrified screams. Forcing herself up, Kim whipped around to the door she and Ron had entered in just as Felix and Monique came flying in at full speed.

"Get up right now!" Monique yelled. "Spectra's coming for the kill!"

"What…" There was no time to finish that sentence, for right at that second, a translucent, horn haired woman came right out of a wall, her sword aiming right for the bomb.

Kim had no time to react, but fortunately, Monique and Felix were already moving. Even as the sword started to light up, they'd swung alongside her, each firing a green beam and blowing her right off course with a scream while the cutlass went in the other direction.

"Out of my way, you feral brats!" It was only Felix's amazing response times that saved them as an electrical blast surged right back at them, but the sudden tilt and shift had a gasping Monique thrown off-balance and left Felix trying to steady her, only for her to have to leap off anyway and roll onto the ground while Spectra shot in again, her hands already charging the next shot.

"Who are you calling feral? Try looking in a mirror." Apparently, Ron had found a second wind, for he lit up and got right in her face before Kim even noticed he'd moved. Smacking her hands up with a pair of kicks, he thrusted a clawed hand right for her face, but before he could touch her, her whole turned black and twisted around his, eliciting an ear-piercing scream as part of her squeezed his wrist before snapping back out like a rubber band and sending him crashing into a wall. Judging from the whimpering and boneless way he sagged on the floor, he wasn't getting up again.

Felix took advantage of the moment however, and managed to snag the bomb with his claw as he swooped over it, but the newly shadow formed ghost pressed hard after it, screaming wordlessly as she threw ecto beams, disk and electrical blasts all around him.

"Oh, CRAP! Someone, please help." Felix cried, recalling the claw as much as he could as he spun a full three sixty and dived to the left. Just barely avoiding three different energy attacks. "I can NOT keep this up!"

"On it!" Raising her wrist launcher, Monique barely wasted a second aiming before firing her ecto line, snagging the wisps-end of the ghost. Unfortunately, it was all for naut, for Spectra barely noticed it before she coiled and reshaped her lower body right out of it. Unperturbed, Monique followed after her, carefully firing a laser lipstick whenever Felix wasn't in line with them, but it only took a few shots forcing her back for Spectra to hiss like a furious cat and throw an ecto disk right at the approaching, now wide eyed, girl.

Fortunately for her, Kim had seen it coming and leaped, shoving both of them cleanly out of the way and rolling across the floor.

"Maybe keep a bit more distance from the out of control she beast?" Kim mused as both girls pulled themselves right back to their feet.

"But that gives her too much reaction time." Monique whined, already firing again and only stopping with a frustrated growl when Spectra deliberately put herself constantly between Monique and Felix. "Felix's luck could run out at any second!"

"Then double your efforts from a distance." Kim replied, already taking off across the room. The growing amount of debris, holes in the floor and multicoloured explosions forever going off all over the place left her scowling at how long it took to reach her mark, but as she slid behind a table to avoid another exploding disk, she smile as her fingers wrapped around the round hilt of the magic cutlass and pounced up just as Felix flew by overhead. The tip of the blade right at her nose had Spectra shrieking as she recoiled from it, leaving everyone relaxing, if only for a second, as it finally put some distance between her and Felix.

"I thought I recognised this thing." Kim commented, unleashing a few more swings before a retaliatory clawing at her eyes had her backing off. "You know, if it can hurt you, you probably shouldn't have brought it." She exclaimed with a thrust, unleashing a blast of her own at the weaving wraith.

"And maybe you should try landing a hit before you get cocky!" Spectra snapped back with a blast of her own. It missed the target, but hit the ground hard, the resulting explosion blowing Kim off of her feet.

Sadly, the ground Felix had made was quickly lost after that. He'd almost made it through a door and into the maze of the building, but a barrage of ecto blasts had him forced off target and jerking sporadically as he basically flew up the wall. His cries quickly joined the bangs and booms through the air as smoke and debris pelted him from all around, forcing him into a dive as the dust and smoke gathered around him. Thanks to his new position, Monique was able to get between the two and went wild with the lipstick in one hand while the other fumbled with the thermos, but Spectra merely phased through the floor and shot up a second later with a brutal fist slamming into gut. Her weapons went flying in different directions as Monique's feet left the ground, choking and gasping. Crashing back down, Monique couldn't do anything but struggle to breathe.

"Monique!" Scrambling back up, Kim headed toward the downed girl, only to have to duck as Felix was forced to dive over her head, the bomb almost smacking her skull as he passed, and immediately had to shrink to avoid the following blast. Reverting her size, Kim had to concede to ignoring her friend as Spectra swooped by, easily avoiding her sloppy swing. As much as she hated it, there was simply no time.

A fact that only became even more dire a moment later, for as Felix was pressed into a corner, one of Spectra's disks finally hit one of his hover engines.

"Oh CRAP!" His hands dancing over every control switch and stick he had, a hyperventilating Felix tried to pull himself into some semblance of control, but it was clear to everyone that there was no hope of it. The chair was wildly thrashing, spinning and spiralling all through the air as it headed for the ground.

"Felix, get out!" Kim cried, running as fast as she could after him. Catching her eye, Felix gave her a wild nod and hit a few more buttons, having his claw fling the bomb out of its grasp and the line of another blast and shooting a wild one of his own at Spectra before moving his hands to his seatbelt. Struggling to calm his breathing, he waited just until his chair tilted on the right angle before snapping it open and flinging himself as far from it as possible, right into Kim's waiting arms, mere seconds before it crashed into a table.

"Are you ok?" She asked, carefully setting him down.

"Fine, forget about me!" Felix ordered, already raising his wrist and firing another beam. "The bomb's still in play and so is Spectra."

It was a good thing the bomb was durable. The damn thing hit the ground and thumped across it, but it still looked perfectly fine and inactive. However, Spectra wasn't wasting any time going after it and would have well and truly destroyed it by now if Felix's shots weren't colliding with hers. He was right. As much as she hated leaving yet another of friends down and defenceless in this mess, she had to move now, or they were all dead.

Fortunately, it didn't take much to get between the ghost and her target again, but now that it was immobile, defending it was almost impossible. Following Felix's lead, she fired her own blasts at Spectra's, but she didn't have nearly as good of a reaction time and it wasn't long before the ghost was right on top of her once again.

Leaping back as Spectra tried getting around her, she lashed out with a series of slashes, but the hissing shadow ghost twisted and reshaped her body around them. Wordlessly shrieking, Spectra tried more energy blasts, but those shrieks quickly turned to pain as blasts from Felix had them exploding in her hands, finally giving Kim enough of an opening needed to land a slash across her shoulder.

"AARRGGHH!"

"AAHHH!"

"AAAARRGGHH!" Kim's whole body felt like it was on fire as raw power exploded from the injured, raging ghost, the blast catching Felix too before fading, blowing both of them away. By some small miracle, the blast was too high to hit the bomb, but with Felix hitting the back of his head on the ground and Kim sliding across the floor and into Monique, losing the cutlass in the process, there was no one left in a position to protect it.

"N-n…" Struggling to pull herself back up, Kim could only moan as her body failed her, collapsing once more as Spectra recovered. 'I can't stop now! Come on body, move!' Sadly, it wasn't interested in her orders. She could only watch on with rapidly rising panic as Spectra's hands started glowing again.

"After you fry, do me a favour and DON'T COME BACK!" Kim couldn't even breathe as the blast was fired, right at the centre of the bomb. In that moment, all she could see was the blue light and the explosive it was careening toward. It was like everything else, every sound, every chair, even her friends had disappeared, like the world had abandoned her as her last seconds alive played out.

She never even heard the obnoxious roaring of a motor bike as it surged through the room like a rocket, only finally noticing it as it curved straight in between the bomb and the blast.

The resulting explosion of that slammed into her senses though and her sense of reality finally kicked back in with enough force that she actually managed to force her body to curl protectively around Monique's as burning debris flew everywhere.

"Oh, what no-ARGH!" Spectra started, only to scream as Henry burst through the smoke with a kick right to her face. Instincts kicking in, she phased through the floor again as she fell, mere moments before the ground where the bomb was exploded, only for her to snarl as she realised that it was already sliding safely across the room before barely dodging an open palm thrust to her gut. Though, dodged wasn't exactly right, for a choked gasp still left her lips as what looked like green electricity fluttered over her body. Even though his fingers merely grazed a single whisp, that seemed to be enough contact for Henry Spectre Deflector.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Spectre screamed, weaving around like paper in a tornado as she struggled to avoid the furious flurry of attacks Henry threw her way. "You're supposed to be DEAD AND GONE ALREADY!"

"And you should have stayed that way!" Henry snapped back, aiming a chop for her neck. Flinging herself back, Spectra threw a flurry of energy disks, blowing Henry away with a scream with one while the others went around him after the bomb again, only for every single one of them to be met by a fireball, courtesy of a red dragon head leaning over an upturned table.

Forcing him to dive to ground via lightning blast, Spectra made a beeline for the explosive once more, only for her path to be blocked once more by the green spiral of the Fenton Peeler.

Taking a few deep breaths as Jazz jerked away from the retaliating beam, Kim forced herself up onto her arms and dragged herself over Monique as best she could. Even as Jake wheezed out a few more fireballs and Jazz raised her weapon again, Spectra was making too much distance. Henry had clearly been running on his final fumes before too, for even he was struggling just to get his face off of the ground. He did manage to move the bomb a few inches to the right once more as a shot broke through their defences, but that only made him fall flat on the ground again, his grunting the only sign that he was even still trying to help. They were out of help and running way too low on miracles. There was only one way they could possibly stop her now.

Fortunately, the one way was rolling around right in front of Kim and, in her psychotic fury, Spectra had completely forgotten about it.

"Come on, come o…yes!" Smiling in relief as her fingers wrapped around the cylindrical metal, Kim almost sank flat into the floor as the tension left her body. Summoning whatever strength and sheer willpower she had left, Kim forced herself into sitting on her knees as she checked over the device, her smile actually growing as she found it still fully functional, before taking another deep breath and focusing back on the fight. She'd only get one shot at this. If she missed, Spectra would obliterate Kim immediately. So, fighting every instinct she had telling her to fire now, Kim watched as the battle went on and slowly aimed for what she prayed was the most likely direction Spectra would take.

She didn't have to wait long. Jake only got out a couple more fire balls before one final attempt had him hacking up smoke as he collapsed. Jazz kept trying, but stumbling away from a few retaliatory shots from Spectra gave the ghoul all the time she needed to close the gap, grab Jazz by the arm and toss her right out of the room. Landing with a hard crash in the corridor, she wasn't getting up again either.

"Finally!" Spectra hissed, a deranged smile spreading across her face as she flew right above the bomb, her hands glowing with a ridiculous amount of energy as she raised them above her head. "See you all in Hell, you wretched BRATS!"

'OH CRAP!' That was not what Kim was expecting! That was not the route she planned for. She was quick to respond, already pushing the button, but she knew it was too late. Spectra's blast would land long before she'd be-

"HAAA!"

"Not a Chance!" Kim gasped loudly, a small smile forcing its way onto her face as the bomb suddenly flew to the right while Ron landed a fist on her face. The energy was still released, but with her focus completely broken, it shot right through the ceiling. It was a perfect display of just how overpowered the beam had been, for you could see the blue sky above them. That probably wasn't good for the structural integrity of the building.

Still, that was a problem for later. Their help was wonderous once again, but both Ron and Henry were both clearly out now, the former crashing into the ground and the latter sinking lifelessly where he lay. Fortunately, Spectra looked ready to pass out too after that one and had no chance to respond before Kim adjusted her angle, consuming her in the blue light of the Fenton Thermos' vortex.

"W-w-what? No!" The light vacuum effect seemed to pull Spectra partially back to her senses, but it was too late. Even what energy she tried to unleashed as she struggled was simply sucked into the Thermos with her as she moaned and groaned all the way into it. All she could manage to do was send Kim one more blood thirsty glare as her head was sucked in. An act that Kim actually found herself feeling proud of causing as she snapped the lid back in place.

"So long, bitch." Kim got just one more moment of satisfaction out of that before falling once again back to the ground. Sweeping her eyes over the area as she fell, she checked over everyone as best she could and just let herself relax into the fall when she saw everyone still in one piece. She was too tired for anything else.

"Is everyone down there alright?" Another voice made it to Kim's ears a moment later, but by that point, she was too far gone to make out who it was. Forcing her eyes open just a crack, she tried to see who it was, but all she could see were a few blurry figures coming from the sky before they closed once more.

A voice responded, but who or what they said was well beyond anything Kim could hope to understand. All she could register was the firm, but gentle arms that wrapped around her and the reassuringly warm, living body of someone picking her up as her mind slowly faded.

They'd done it. The place was a mess, but the threat had been dealt with. Her friends were safe, the criminals were all taken down and she and her friends were getting help. It was ok to rest now.

AN: I was pleasantly surprised by how much traffic this story got after the last update. I wasn't expecting anything really after so long, so thanks for that. I hope you enjoyed the final battle. Just one chapter left to go.