"We will meet back here in five hours, if you run into the demon sword do not engage it. Raise you power level and make us aware of your position so we can support you." commanded kid sternly. "Everyone okay with that?" He then questioned.
"I'm cool with that." Said Blackstar confidently. "As long as I can show this demon sword how much of a star I am! Yahoo!" He exclaimed in anticipation.
"Then let's get to work!" Said Maka calmly.
When everyone was ready, they split up into teams and searched the area. Maka used her soul perception to try and find the wavelength of the demon sword, Kid used his Beelzebub to get an aerial advantage over the demon sword and Blackstar, naturally, didn't have a tactic. He just rush in with speed and his loud mouth to try and get his attention.
It didn't take Maka a long time to pick up the demon swords wavelength and when she did began moving in that direction. It was only after ten minutes of running in the desert that she realized that she had been heading south west towards Medusa's old laboratory and her hideout. A level of tension began running through her mind as she got closer and closer. Eventually the feeling of residual madness from the demon sword was almost crushing. Maka's thoughts began troubling her.
"What's wrong Maka?" Soul asked calmly. A Familiar feeling was also running through Soul's mind and was bothering him too.
"I keep feeling Kishin souls out there." Maka Responded. "I'm only getting sparks but then they flicker and a then cut down. What's up with you anyway? your soul keeps flickering." She asked Compassionately.
"I can feel the demon sword using the black blood." Responded Soul as he placed his left hand on the scar in his chest which had faded slightly over time. "At the moment, the blood is in control of him but i can't sense any resistance." He continued concerned.
"Maybe he mastered it like you did." Maka suggested in speculation.
"I don't know, either way, we better check it out" Soul responded. As the progressed towards the demon sword they began hearing the screams on the souls that were being slain. When they got to the battlefield, they sore a huge cluster of kishin souls. "Wow, there must be over fifty souls here." Soul said amazed. "Is the demon sword really this powerful?" He asked, shocked at the concept of it's potential.
"It seems that he would be." Maka agreed. "We have to find him!" She said worried for the safety of any civilians in the area.
Suddenly, a shadow passed over them. "Maka! Behind you!" Soul shouted.
Maka swung round a guarded high to block a potential attack. Shortly after a large metallic sound came from the staff of Maka's scythe. The momentum of the attack forced Maka back and into the air. When she regained her balance and landed she focused on her attacker. "That was close, thanks soul. I owe you one. Maka said appreciatively as she held up her guard towards her attacker.
"Don't mention it" said soul in his cool and calm tone.
"Your stronger than the others..." The attacker stated calmly. "Are you a mercenary too or are you different?" He asked politely.
"I'm a teacher at the Death Weapon and Meister Academy, I am scythe meister Maka Albarn." She stated. "Who are you?" she asked him calmly.
"I don't who I am or where I am from." He stated with a touch of sadness in his voice. His hair long brown greasy hair draped in front of his young face and it swayed in the wind which passed by. His clothes were tattered and ruined as if they were rags given to an experimental subject. His top was a dull grey without sleeves with cuts, creases and large amounts of black stains across it. His feet were bare, baking against the burning sands. The trouser legs were uneven too. the right leg was mostly in one piece but the left leg was cut down to three quarters of its length and had a similar number of tears and black stains which descended down his grey trousers like tears. Wounds were dotted around his body which had previously leaked black blood onto his bruised body and arms.
"Maka" said Soul concerned. "He fits the description. Do you think he is the Demon Sword?"
"Demon sword?" the attacker asked, interrupting the conversation. As he said this he looked up towards them. Shortly after, he started to clutch his weapon in pain. The grip slowly tightening till his hand began to bleed.
"Yes." Responded Maka Responded. "A Demon Sword is a soul a weapon which attaches itself to a host soul to survive. A Demon Sword appears to souls who are over hunted and frightened or traumatized by something. Are you the Demon sword?" Maka explained and questioned carefully.
Suddenly, he rose his hands and began clutching his head. It became quickly apparent that he was going through agonizing pain. He started having flashbacks of a woman in a lab coat talking to men about a demon sword. Then a conversation between that woman and himself. From that conversation he remembered on sentence in particular. "You are the Demon Sword, and I want to help you wield it." Said the woman in his flashback.
Shortly after the flashback ended along and his pain slowly began to fade. Maka had begun to take pity on him and lowered her guard. "He is just like Crona." She said to herself softly and sadly.
"That's right." The attacker said as he rose. You could still hear the pain from his flashbacks in his voice. "That's what she used to call me." He continued. "When I was her experiment." As he said this he began to look up towards Maka. He moved his hair to one side with his left hand, pulling it gently to the left of him and resting it so he could see them clearly. "You are from the Academy, Right? If so can you please help me?" He asked tearfully. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore!" He screamed as he collapsed in tears. As he cried black tears rained onto the golden sand. Just when Maka began to approach him with words of comfort, his sobs transformed slowly into a murderous and psychotic. "Truly pathetic isn't he?" He questioned violently. "Asking for help from a complete stranger. Ha!" He exclaimed as he stumbled to his feet. "Now which one of you should I kill first?" He questioned to himself. He looked towards Maka and Soul. Maka put her guard up. "Should I kill the weapon first to make the wielder defenseless, or the meister first to make the weapon useless? decisions, decisions." He to himself as he tilted his head to the left slightly and slowly. The blade in his right hand began to darken till only a black silhouette remained. It then shattered into shards of the night sky and ascended heavenly through the clouds. He then open his hand slightly and then clenched as if he was grabbing something in thin air. As his hand closed, a new weapon started to form from a black silhouette. When the color began to flood the weapon, it took the form of an axe.
"That's clearly no ordinary weapon Maka, be careful." Said Soul observantly.
"I know." Acknowledged Maka. "If he hit me this far back with a small sword, who knows what that axe can do!"
"Well I don't fancy finding out." Responded Soul. "So lets end this quick."
"Right!" Agreed Maka calmly. "Demon Sword I am Maka Albarn, I have come to question you and bring you to the academy" She continued confidently as she swung her scythe round her body. "I am prepared to take your soul if you resist!" She said harshly as she stopped her scythe facing him.
He stood still and smiled as he leveled his head. "You sound so confident..." He said murderously. He then vanished as Maka blinked. Maka then felt that someone was behind her. "For someone so slow." He continued.
Maka looked back and jumped forward. "How the hell did he get behind me so quickly!?" She exclaimed in confusion.
The Demon Sword wielder then leaped towards Maka, gripping his axe with both hands, he swung for Maka. She blocked, just in time. "Maka! Behind you again!" Soul screamed. There wasn't enough time.
The Demon Sword wielder planted a strong kick to the middle of Maka's spine. She was launched into the air. The Demon Sword wielder reverse somersaulted to level himself out. He landed and then Jumped above Maka. He grabbed her face and descended quickly to the ground. They hit the ground. The impact left a large crater in the sand. The Demon Sword somersaulted out of the raining sand and dirt while Maka was left impaled in the crater. "Still think you can bring me in with force?" He questioned aggressively. "Your insolence will cost you your life if your not careful Maka Albarn. Don't underestimate me." He commanded harshly. Maka then rose to her feet, using her scythe as a support. She stood panting, black blood slowly flowed from her nose. "Well, well, well. Someone else with black blood. That's a surprise." He said happily. "This might actually be a challenge. Lets see how strong you blood is!" He continued with a psychotic smile on his face. He rushed forward. He swung and swung with relentless force and destruction. She blocked each hit as it came. This combo ended with a strong horizontal swing aimed for her neck. She blocked that too, but barely. The flung her across the desert! When she got control of her momentum. She dash forward on the offensive. She only managed to try five attacks before he Jumped backwards to dodge her fifth. While he was in air, a second axe appeared in his left hand. "Let's see how you like this!" He shouted as he began to swing both axes down simultaneously. Maka managed the block both axes with the staff of the scythe, but the Demon Swords momentum made the rest of his body swing towards her.
As he swung he readied himself to kick Maka in the stomach. "Maka you have move now!" Warned Soul.
The demon sword wielder kicked Maka's Stomach with both legs. Maka screamed in pain. The Demon Sword wielder then used the momentum of his kick to roll backwards out of the way. Maka stumbled back a few steps "I can't..." Said Maka struggling breath. "Can't keep going like this"
"We have to get Kid and Blackstar here." Soul demanded softly.
"They are too far away. We will have to use soul resonance" Responded Maka finally regaining her breath.
"I'm with you." Agreed soul
Maka begun to swing the scythe round to begin matching their soul wavelengths. Then they shouted "Let's go, Soul Resonance!" As those fatal words were said their two wavelengths became one. They began to scream.
Kid and Blackstar suddenly felt Maka and soul'd power level increase. "Maka!" They both said simultaneously. They turn around quickly and race to Maka's location.
"Kid!" shouted Liz concerned. "Whats going on out there!" She continued in exclamation.
"Maka has engaged the Demon Sword!" Kid shouted. "Maka. Please be alright." He then thought to himself.
"How dare Maka try and steal the spotlight from me!" Blackstar shouted.
"Well you better go take it back from her Blackstar!" Responded Tsubaki.
"Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" shouted Blackstar and he rushed to reclaim his spotlight.
"Hang in there Maka." Said Tsubaki calmly and collectively. "We're coming."
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