Here's part B at last.


1:06:10


Kodachi moved through the air gracefully and executed a perfect dive as she
entered the water cleanly, barely feeling the impact.

Mousse was flailing away as he did a near-version of a belly flop. He was
temporarily stunned as he changed to panda form and began to sink into the
water. Kodachi swam over to where he disappeared and managed drag him to
the surface before rousing him. Together the two headed for the shore to
dry themselves out. 

"Do we continue on, my dearest?" Kodachi asked.

Mousse-panda nodded. [We have to make sure Shampoo is all right.] He began
tromping off towards Mount Phoenix once again.

Kodachi scowled angrily at his back as she followed. He had given up on
Shampoo, yet continued to fawn over her. For his sake, when he came fully
to his senses and realized just whose heart he held, he had better start
treating Kodachi twice as nicely. Or else.


Ai, Ryouga, and Ukyou all dove into the water at the water at the same
time. The initial splash hurt, but it was something all of them could
easily deal with. 

Ai was swimming to the surface when she spotted Ryouga-bat beginning to
sink. She made a mental note that apparently bats weren't designed for
swimming. Quickly she kicked out with her legs and swam over to the sinking
form. Ryouga was far from her favorite person in the world, but he
certainly did not deserve to drown.


Ukyou paddled her arms furiously, trying to stay afloat. For someone that
had spent a good portion of her life near a seashore, one would have
thought she would be able to swim fairly well. Nothing could have been
further from the truth. She could do a passable job and could keep from
sinking like a rock, but being in water was not a favorite pastime of hers.

When no one else surfaced Ukyou began to panic. She was about to risk
trying to swim underwater when Ai broke the surface, bearing gifts in the
form of a bat and his shirt and pants. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ukyou
headed to shore, and once on firm ground set up her portable grill and
heated some water for Ryouga. Within minutes he was dressed and apologizing
for nearly drowning. 

"Don't worry about it," Ukyou assured him.

"I just hope Aki's all right," Ryouga muttered.

Ai pointed towards Mount Phoenix. "Since that's where we were heading,
let's get going. I'm sure the others will be there waiting for us."

Ukyou and Ryouga nodded in agreement as the trio set off towards Mount
Phoenix.


57:12

The Devils had split up. Most tried to find the separate groups of people
while Tessai and Mujuru headed directly to Mount Phoenix in case any of the
intruders made it that far. None of them could be allowed to get to the
Shogun. None of them.


Ranma and the girls gazed at the huge field full of the strange flowers
before them. The expanse was truly immense, unlike anything Ranma had ever
seen, yet there was something wrong about the flora. It appeared...alien,
in some way. 

"Kodachi would have a field day with this," he commented.

"Ah! It's just a bunch of flowers. Plants aren't dangerous," Aki commented
as she set off for the field.

"You never had one try to eat you whole," Ranma replied dryly as he
followed behind her, wary of any plants that might suddenly rise up and try
to devour him.

The quartet made it halfway across the field when Perfume slapped the first
bee that stung her. She was about to continue onward when something clicked
in her mind. "I think we have a problem."

The others turned to look at her, then heard the sound of buzzing come from
all around. A huge swarm of bees, wasps, and other various stinging insects
began to pour forth from the flowers. 

"Even with the amagurikan, I can't handle anywhere near this many bugs!"
Ranma shouted as he began swatting them out of the air.

Shampoo began to panic as well. They had no attack that could wipe out a
lot of bugs that came at them from all sides at the same...

"Ranma! Run away to almost the edge of the field, then use the Moko
Takabisha on me!" Shampoo shouted.

Ranma shook his head, the move allowing him to get stung several times.
"Are you crazy?! How's that going to help?!"

In answer Shampoo began to glow blue, the chi energy taking on a scale-like
pattern. 

Ranma understood in a heartbeat. "Run!" he shouted to Perfume while
grabbing Aki and heading to the edge of the field.

Aki allowed herself to be carried almost half of the distance before she
realized what was happening. "You coward! You're leaving Shampoo to die
while she attracts all of the bugs! Oww!" She smacked an offending wasp.
"Almost all of them."

"Nah! She's going to blow herself up."

"Oh," Aki said in relief. "That makes...WHAT?!!!"


Perfume began to run after Ranma when she spotted something in front of
her. It was just a fleeting glimpse from out of the corner of her eye, but
it was all she needed to confirm what she had thought she had seen. She
brought her naginta forward and used the 'Whirling Dervish' to cut down as
many of the insects as she could. Some got through and stung her, but not
enough to halt her progress.


Shampoo stood at the eye of the newly formed swarm. It was difficult
retaining control of the 'Dragon's Scales'. The bugs may have been small,
but there were enough of them that the defense wanted to strike out and
destroy them. However, the blast from her alone might not be large enough
to destroy them all, and Shampoo wouldn't be able to use the attack again.
She had to get them all the first time.

"Hurry, Ranma," she said through gritted teeth.


Ranma thought he was far enough away from the majority of the swarm and
released Aki. He summoned his confidence and allowed the chi energy to form
between his hands.

"MOKO TAKABISHA!!!"

The attack struck Shampoo dead center. The following sphere of energy that
radiated outward from her expanded to a tremendous size, vaporizing over
ninety nine percent of the bugs. Ranma found himself knocked backward from
the force of the explosion, slamming into Aki as she too was blown off her
feet.


As the sphere disappeared, Shampoo was left on her knees trying to
recuperate her energy. For some reason maintaining the control for as long
as she had had drained her worse than when she had employed it against
Mousse. The purple-haired Amazon decided she was going to have to practice
her control over the attack.


Perfume picked herself up off the ground. Her back felt a little burned
from the amount of chi energy that had hit her, and though she ached, she
could still fight. Her gaze turned to where the hunchbacked man that had
been directing the insects from behind a rock slowly revealed himself.

"A bold tactic," Mushizo complimented as he brought his battle fork to
bare. He had been far enough away to avoid the effects of the 'Dragon's
Scales' blast, and proceeded to use that advantage on the injured Perfume.

Naginta met battle fork as the two engaged in combat. Four times the
weapons clashed, four times each attack was parried. Mushizo's hopes for a
quick ending were quickly dashed. Worse, he saw that Ranma, Aki, and
Shampoo were recovering and looking towards the fight. Mentally, he
summoned more insects from around the area. With any luck he could finish
Perfume quickly and run off until the new swarm arrived and dealt with his
opponents. 

Mushizo swung at Perfume's head. She retreated long enough for the
hunchbacked man to back away and rip off his shirt. He half turned,
allowing Perfume to catch a glimpse of the hive-like hump that was embedded
in his back. Perfume's eyes widened as bees started coming out of it and
attacked. She was unable to deal with them as Mushizo once again came at
her with his battle fork.

Hundreds of stings began to wear her down as she found herself locked in
combat with Mushizo. The others were still too far away to help, and soon
the pain from the stings would overwhelm her and she would fall to
Mushizo's weapon. She had only one chance.

Perfume deliberately locked up the fork with her own naginta as more stings
assailed from allaround. She maneuvered so her right wrist was pointed at
Mushizo's head. 

Perfect.

"Say good-bye, you hunchbacked freak!"

In an instant she let go of the naginta with her left hand and twisted the
oversized bracer on her right arm. A tiny black cylinder popped out as she
shifted her hand and pulled back on a small spring-attached piece of metal,
that had been concealed, towards the end of the bracer. She released the
piece of metal and allowed it to go forward.

*BANG*

Perfume watched as Mushizo's left compound eye disappeared and a huge chunk
of flesh went flying outward from the back of his skull from the impact of
the single armor-piercing bullet her gauntlet concealed. The Devil's body
went limp and fell backwards. As Mushizo's body hit the ground, Perfume
felt the insects stop stinging as they too followed their master dead to
the ground.

"Welcome to the era of modern-day weaponry." Perfume sank to her knees as
her three comrades-at-arms at last rushed to her side.

"Are you all right?" Shampoo said as she examined Perfume. It didn't look
good. Perfume had huge swellings over almost all of her body. The pain had
to be excruciating.

"No," Perfume barely managed to get out through her puffy lips. "I have to
enter a healing trance. I learned it from an Indian shaman during my
travels. It's my only hope. Good luck." She lay on her back and
concentrated, using her body's life energy to heal herself, hopefully in
time.

The others looked at her, temporarily uncertain of what to do. There were
no other Devils that seemed to be coming out to avenge the death of their
friend, so the trio talked it over, then elected to take a chance and moved
Perfume to the woods, concealing her in some shrubs. It was a risky tactic.
If anyone stumbled upon her, there was nothing Ranma and the others could
do in the underlying brush and plants, but there was no other choice.
Shampoo gave a prayer for her friend as the trio set off for Mount Phoenix
once more.


57:12

At the same time:

Kodachi and Mousse-panda made their way through the verdant tropical
jungle. The Black Rose had already made a mental note of at least five
different varieties of plants she did not recognize. Examining them when an
opportunity presented itself was going to be a pleasure.

The pair were getting close to the mountain when Benisato almost seemed to
slither into view. 

"A new opponent," Kodachi said as she drew a ribbon. "You will fare just as
well as your associate did against us."

"I'm not a hunchbacked oaf," Benisato said as she undid the clasp on her
garment and stood, naked save for the snake tattoos that adorned her body.

"Do not try to tempt my Mousse!" Kodachi spat. "He's...mi..n..." She
trailed off as the snake tattoos moved of their own accord, capturing all
of Kodachi's attention. There was no longer anything else in her mind save
the loveliness of those gracefully flowing reptiles.

Mousse-panda stared at Kodachi, concerned at why she had suddenly seized
up. He turned to the woman standing about fifteen feet before him, the
somewhat blurry woman before him whose moving snake tattoos were too out of
focus to be effective on Mousse-panda. He drew a set of knives and prepared
to throw them at the woman when he felt a wire circle around his neck. Four
hundred thousand volts shot through Mousse-panda as he discovered he could
do nothing more than fry.

Yurimaru, hidden in the branches above his opponent, let the voltage shoot
through Mousse-panda. He was annoyed. Electrocuting someone's trained panda
was beneath him. He should be at Mount Phoenix and at Gemma's side, helping
him fight off any intruders.

The sound of electricity shook Kodachi out of her trance. Reflexively, she
hurled a razor hoop at the wire around Mousse-panda's neck, severing it.
Yurimaru raised a single eyebrow in irritation. No one was allowing him to
get his work done anymore.

The instant the hypnotic contact was broken, Benisato shifted the snake
tattoos adorning her body into living vipers and sent them forth to attack.
All four sank their fangs deep in Kodachi's limbs. She gave a squeal of
pain as the vipers pulled out, then continued forward to examine her love.
If he was dead there was nothing for her anyway.

"That should be enough to kill the ridiculous panda," Yurimaru said. "If it
wasn't, I trust you will finish them off."

"The girl will be dead in less than two minutes," Benisato confirmed.
"That's one kill apiece."

"I am not Tessai!" Yurimaru snapped. "I shall return to Mount Phoenix and
keep those other fools away from Lord Gemma. Return once the girl has
expired before your eyes." He leaped off at top speed towards Mount
Phoenix.

Benisato watched idly as Kodachi wept over the panda. She was annoyed when
the gymnast gave a squeal of joy and announced out loud that he had a
pulse. Benisato shook her head. Yurimaru was losing his touch, though how
any panda could have withstood that level of electricity was beyond the
Mistress of the Snakes ability to comprehend. It would die for certain once
she used her own personal venom on him. There was not a creature alive,
outside of Gemma, that could survive that particular toxin.

Benisato moved forward to finish the pair off when she noticed Kodachi
bring out a vial and quaff it. "What was that?" 

Kodachi smiled as she brought out another one of her razor hoops from
somewhere in her tights. "I have a tendency to use snake venom in some of
my chemical agents. I always keep a universal snake antidote on hand. It's
my own design. Now let's see if you're razor-resistant."

Benisato remained motionless, stunned by the revelation. An image of the
last young raven-haired girl she had poisoned, and who was unaffected by
it, flashed through her mind as she superimposed Kugara's face upon
Kodachi's. Benisato was so amazed at her ill fortune that she failed to
evade the razor edged hoop, allowing it to slice clean through her neck.

The last thought through the snake woman's mind was the injustice of it
all.


49:29

Happosai found the concealed cave he was searching for. It hadn't taken
much convincing on his part to get Cologne to agree that approaching
through the front entrance was just asking for trouble. He had sneaked into
lots of hidden fortresses throughout the years, and one thing he learned
from all of them was that there was always more than one way in. Mount
Phoenix was no exception.

He laughed to himself as he and Cologne crept cautiously along the
passageway. One thing he had learned from all of secret ways into mountain
fortresses was that they almost always carried traps.

"What's that smell?" Cologne asked.

Happosai paused for a moment to sniff the air. From the second he inhaled
he knew what it was. "Decomposing Flesh." 

Cologne nodded her head. "That's what I thought."

Happosai considered the new information. "Let's head for it."

"Why would we want to do that?" Cologne asked in surprise. 

"Because no one leaves guards around dead bodies. They can't stand the
smell for long." Without waiting for her agreement, he went on in the
direction of the smell.

Cologne accepted the 'wisdom' of the suggestion and followed. Even if
guards were present, there should not be too many of them.

As the duo reached the main cavern the sight inside made even the hardened
elders recoil. Hundreds of dead bodies filled the cavern. Mount Phoenix was
now nothing more than a giant mausoleum. 

"Monsters," Cologne whispered under her breath. That was all she could
think of. It would have to suffice.

"Col-chan?" Happosai said softly.

"Yes?"

"We're going to make these animals pay, no matter what. I've never been one
to take killing lightly, but none of them will be alive by the end of the
day."

Cologne only nodded her head in agreement. 

The two made their way past the piles of bodies. Just as they made it
halfway through, Happosai felt his leg catch on something. He looked down
and discovered an outstretched partially decomposed hand had caught on the
leg of his gi. He tried pulling it away, only to see the hand tighten its
grip. Another hand began moving, then another as all of the bodies began to
move.

Cologne lashed out at the hand clutching Happosai's leg, then leapt clear
of the now moving bodies. Happosai joined her a moment later.

"It looks like there were guards after all," he said as he saw the corpses
begin to shamble towards them.

"Too bad we don't have the ghost sweeper to put all of these poor souls to
rest properly. It looks like we'll have to do this the hard way." Cologne
began to summon her chi, cursing all the more at the scum that dared to use
necromancy. The dead were meant to stay dead. She would make whoever it was
pay. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, they would pay.


49:29

At the same time:

Zakura watched as the little fool who had dared to bleed her, and two of
his little sluts, approached Mount Phoenix. It had been good fortune that
delivered the one she wanted most to be dead into her hands. Now she was
poised in just the right spot to kill him, high above his head where tons
of rock could be used to bury him. Sometimes there was no substitute for
being lucky.

"Good bye!" she shouted down at his form nearly a hundred feet below. She
was amused to see his head whip up as she threw the explosive at the
keystone. Instantly she detonated it, causing a mini-avalanche to cascade
down towards the trio. It appeared the largest boulder of the lot was
heading directly towards him. There was nothing they could do, no time to
get out of the way, as the rocks rained down upon them. The largest one
struck the trio dead on. 

Zakura waited a moment for the dust to settle. Seeing there was no one
climbing through the huge pile of rubble, nor at the sides of it, she went
back into the mountain. With any luck Tessai would not have discovered all
of the intruders and she would get to kill a few more.


Thirty seconds after Zakura left, the huge five ton boulder stirred.
Impossibly, the rock moved up and away from the pile. A large, black figure
of a muscular woman in scanty armor, composed of psychic energy, tossed the
rock aside as if it was a pebble. Once free of the stone, the figure
retreated into the form of Akiko Yoshida.

Ranma and Shampoo could only stare at her in stunned surprise. They had
heard the story from Ryouga, but had not understood just how incredible the
sight was. And it had been the only thing that could have saved them.

"Thanks," Ranma told her, trying to keep the awe out of his voice. If only
he could do something like that, he would be unbeatable. Maybe there was a
way to increase his strength through his chi. The old ghoul might have some
ideas about that.

He placed his hand on the silent Aki's shoulder. As he touched her she gave
a soft gurgle, then her eyes rolled up inside her head as she started to
collapse. Ranma grabbed her before she could hit the ground.

"What's wrong?" he asked Shampoo as he examined Aki.

"I don't know." Shampoo shrugged. "Didn't Ryouga say something about her
never being able to use it unless someone called her by 'that' word?"

Now that Ranma thought about it, he had heard Ryouga mention something like
that. It was not like Ranma had paid that much attention to the specifics.
There were a lot of other things on his mind at the time.

"She seems to be breathing okay." He looked to the mountain next to them.
"Man, what should we do? Leave her and go in, or stay out here with her?"

Shampoo considered that. Aki was a fighter. "She'd want us to go in and
avenge her."

Ranma nodded in agreement. Shampoo did a quick search and saw no one and
nothing around that could harm Aki. Once again Ranma was forced to hide
someone he was going to leave behind. He was going to make that exploding
woman pay for what she had done to him and his friends. That was a promise.


After hiding Aki amongst the rubble, effectively shrouding her from anyone
that did not know she was there, Shampoo and Ranma searched and found a
concealed passage a little ways up the mountain wall. With one last
backward glance at where their fallen comrade was hidden amongst the rocks,
Shampoo and Ranma entered Mount Phoenix.


44:30

Tarou-bull wasn't about to walk into some trap like the others. He had
heard the legends of Mount Phoenix during his travels. Since Cologne
assured him they were quite real, that meant they would have entrances
which they could fly into. It was one such entrance he was searching for.
It didn't appear any of their opponents from earlier were able to fly,
which meant there was a reasonable chance such an entry point might not be
guarded. And if there were a guard he would crush them.

Tarou-bull flew with Akane in his arms, savoring every moment she was
there, in spite of the seriousness of the situation. More often now he was
discovering her absences made him feel as though something was missing from
his life. Time was making him crave her more than ever. Once all of this
was behind them and he won her heart, which was inevitable, he was going to
have to consider their future. Settling down seemed like a good idea to
him. Running the dojo sounded like a decent way to make a living. No, Akane
would want to run it, and that would sit fine with him. Curiously he did
not feel the need to call the shots around her. Deep inside he knew that
she wanted to take charge of things, and that was all right too. He wasn't
even dating her and he was already whipped.

And it was a pretty damn good feeling too.

Making peace with Nabiki was going to be difficult, but it wasn't like he
was marrying her. They could come out to some sort of agreement. Sort of an
'I won't ever mess with you again if you don't mess with me,' arrangement.
She'd better accept something like that, anyway. And to think, if Nabiki
had not sicced that tail on him they would never have crossed swords. He
shrugged. There was no use in trying to change that which could not be
changed. Just like his dead mother.

It was odd. Only recently had he realized that Akane bore a passing
resemblance to his mother. At first he panicked, fearful he had some sort
of Oedipus complex involving her and it hadn't been love at all. But after
some soul searching he understood that was not the case. What he felt for
Akane was true love, not some misguided attempt to reclaim something he
could never have. In a way, the idea that he might not have truly loved her
had scared him, and in the end, once that feeling passed, it eradicated
whatever doubts he might have once held. 

Tarou-bull returned his thoughts to the present as he landed in a large
hole in the side of the mountain. One that could only be reached by air.
Gently he let Akane down, then took the lead. The passageway was designed
to be slightly large for normal-sized people, which meant Tarou had to
crouch to enter. He hoped the tunnel did not extend very far into the
mountain. Any fights he was involved would end up with him having a
definite disadvantage; there was absolutely no room to maneuver. With the
way his luck had been going of late it came as no surprise when he saw the
man in old-style Japanese white robes waiting for him. 

"You shall not pass," the blind swordsman, Ututsu Mujuru warned as he held
his sword high.

Tarou-bull just bellowed loudly and charged. If he could take Mujuru out
quickly he might be able to escape with just one cut. Besides, it was only
a guy with a sword. He'd taken out plenty of men with more than that.

Tarou-bull was almost on top of him when the blade suddenly shown with a
light almost as bright as the sun. The flash caught Tarou-bull off guard as
he reflexively reared up in surprise. Mujuru used the opening to his full
advantage, cutting Tarou-bull deeply along the ribcage. He flowed from one
move to the next as he slid between Tarou's legs and cut once again. This
time the target was the hamstrings of his left leg. Tarou-bull staggered
forward and Mujuru's blow cut deep, but not deep enough to sever the
tendons and ligaments. Mujuru rose from his knees and with a twist of the
wrist, casually severed Tarou-bull's eel tail, The cursed boy screamed out
in pain, blindly flailing away and striking the rock walls, hoping to catch
the swordsman he could neither see nor hear over his own roars of pain.

With Tarou-bull effectively neutralized, Mujuru switched his attention to
Akane. Her experience in early morning duels with Kunou enabled her to
avoid the first couple of strikes aimed at her heart. The blind Devil
quickly evaluated her as having some true skill in avoiding his blade and
concentrated more intently on an attack. He had forced her on the defensive
when he sensed she'd stumbled over a rock and fell heavily to the tunnel
floor. From her position on her back she could do nothing more than hold
her arm up to ward the killing blow to her head. As Mujuru brought his
blade down on the girl, intent on cutting through the arm with the first
stroke then finishing her off with a second, he sensed something amiss.
Something about the girl that he couldn't quite put his finger on. As he
brought his sword down on her gi-covered arm, he realized what it was even
as the sword struck the limb. Her pulse was too steady for her to have
accidentally fallen.

*CLANG*

His sword was halted by something metal under the sleeve. A brief 'glimpse'
of the last moments of his previous life, and his sword being blocked by a
blade buried in bamboo, flashed in his mind as Akane's foot met his groin.
She was on her feet in less than a second, grabbing Mujuru's weapon arm and
forcing it across her knee. The arm did not break, but the pain was great
enough to make him release his hold on the weapon. He then found himself on
the receiving end of dozens of punches and kicks that were leveled at him
so quickly he did not have time to slump to the ground. The last thing he
heard was the girl crying out something about hurting her friend.


Akane at last stopped beating Mujuru. It was too difficult to keep him
upright to suffer from any more punches. For a while, Akane had believed
that she hated Shampoo, and she did, to a degree, but it was nothing
compared to what she felt to the man before her now. He had tried to kill
her friend. 

She had recoiled when she heard Tarou-bull cry out in pain as his eel tail
was severed, and wanted to help him, but instinctively knew she had to take
care of Mujuru first. When it became obvious she wasn't going to get by his
defenses, she came up with a desperate plan. Before leaving the ship Tarou
had given her his other bracer to replace the one she'd left at home. She
had protested it at first, knowing how much they meant to him, but he had
managed to talk into accepting it anyway. Somehow the way he explained
things always made sense, and she found herself giving in. It was a good
thing he had. Because of Mujuru's superior reach with his blade, she
couldn't get lose enough to inflict any damage. Eventually she came up with
a plan before he could slip a cut past her defenses. It was risky, but she
took the chance that the bracer could withstand one good sword stroke, so
she pretended to trip and let her opponent become overconfident. And it had
worked to perfection. She had taken Mujuru out, alone.

As she stopped beating on him she looked at her fists. Both were covered in
a deep crimson. Blood. In fear she examined the Devil's fallen form more
closely. From the condition he was in she understood instantly that she had
nearly beaten him to death. She had lost control.

Akane backed away in fear. She had never done that before, never come so
close to killing someone, and she found herself nauseated. Softly she began
weeping until a large hand rested on her shoulder. She turned to look into
the eyes of Tarou's cursed form and buried herself in his furry hide,
crying while praying the tears would wash away her shame.


37:49

Ryouga, Ukyou, and Ai stared at the rock wall before them. It had taken a
while, but they had finally arrived at Mount Phoenix. 

"How do we get in?" Ai asked as she looked around for some sort of opening.

"That's easy." Ryouga stepped up to the side of the mountain, pointed one
finger, then shouted, "Bakusai Tenketsu!" and blew a hole in the side of
the mountain. Two more 'breaking points' later, the trio had access to the
inside of the mountain. 

"Where do we go from here?" Ai asked as she looked over the interior of the
mountain. They were currently in a large cavern, devoid of anything other
than rock, though she did take note that a good portion of the surface was
smooth, obviously from extensive use.

"Why don't we go this way?" Ryouga started to go down one of the tunnels
that led deeper into the mountain.

Ukyou and Ai looked at one another, then rushed forward, each picking up
Ryouga by lifting up under his shoulder and effectively carrying him to a
tunnel that led upward.

"No offense, Ryouga, but you'll probably end up taking us to the center of
the earth if we let you lead," Ukyou said as the trio began searching for
something out of the ordinary.

The next tunnel led to a massive cavern full of destroyed houses. They
surveyed the carnage with a wary eye, wondering what happened to all of the
people that had been living there, when a familiar voice boomed out.

"It's about time some of you showed up."

The three looked on to see Tessai approach them, his twin bladed sword
drawn. The way he was smiling at the trio repulsed them. There wasn't the
slightest doubt in any of their minds what sort of creature the stone giant
was. 

"Surround him!" Ai shouted. 

Both she and Ukyou moved to Tessai's flanks. Surprisingly he made no move
to prevent either one of them from doing that. He stood still and just
grinned at the three of them. 

"Attack me all at once or separately, it won't make a difference. I'm going
to kill all of you."

Ai nodded at Ukyou. The chef took that as her cue to leap forward and swing
her spatula at Tessai's side. He casually moved his giant weapon in her
direction, deflecting the attack. Ukyou leaped out of range of the weapon
while Ai followed up by using her pompom explosives attack, raising a cloud
of dust from the impact of the pellets. As the smoke cleared they saw
Tessai grinning at them as though nothing had happened.

"Are you finished yet?" he asked, smiling the entire time. Watching future
victims panic was always a kick.

"You still have me to deal with." Ryouga charged forward and punched Tessai
in his rocky chest. 

This time Tessai took the attack seriously as he matched blows with Ryouga,
keeping his sword in check. As Ryouga fought, both girls saw what was
slowly happening, Ryouga was getting tired as his blows only had a minimal
effect on Tessai, whereas the stone giant's punches were beginning to take
their toll on Ryouga.

The pair waited until Tessai struck Ryouga hard enough to knock him back
several feet and stunned him, then attacked. Ukyou threw her mini-spatulas
at Tessai while Ai went for a baton attack, targeting the small missing
chuck of rock that Aki had knocked loose when she had repeatedly
head-butted Tessai. The Devil took no note of the mini-spatulas as they
harmlessly bounced off his hide. Ai deftly avoided the backhanded swing
directed at her and struck the missing spot squarely. 

Tessai shouted out in pain and batted Ai away from him and into a wall near
Ukyou. The chef saw Ai moving slowly and rushed to her fallen comrade. Ai
was just starting to get to her feet when she saw Tessai, still holding his
forehead with his free hand, hurl the giant two-bladed sword at her.

Ukyou moved into the path of the weapon without realizing it. She turned at
the sound of the spinning weapon, only to see her own world spin as she was
shoved out of the way. There was a brief cry of pain, and as Ukyou got to
her feet she saw Ai lying on her stomach, a long deep gash riding up the
length of her back right next to her spine. Blood poured freely from the
wound.

"NO!!!" Ukyou picked up the all too limp in her arms.

"I almost...managed to push you...out of the way...and dodge the blade
in...time. Would have been...quite the feat," she gasped out.

"You'll be okay," Ukyou sobbed through her tears.


Ryouga picked himself up and looked on at Ukyou holding Ai. There was so
much blood. Too much. His gaze moved from the horrible scene before him to
his opponent. The course of action was clear, and it was decided in a
heartbeat. No mercy for those that would kill his friends. He rushed
forward with his finger extended. Tessai's rocky hide was nonliving matter,
which would make the attack effective.

He found the spot he needed, right above the heart of his opponent, and
aimed for it. "BAKUSAI TENKET-"

Tessai prevented the attack by grabbing Ryouga's wrist before contact could
be made, then twisted, breaking the bone.


37:49

Shampoo and Ranma moved cautiously through the tunnels. Ranma remembered
Cologne saying something about the effect coming from the top of the
mountain, so both he and Shampoo began their climb. Through vacant tunnels
that felt hollow and empty. Through caverns that felt too silent. Through a
mountain that felt more like a graveyard than a place for any living thing.

"I don't like this place, Ranma," Shampoo said as she moved closer to him.

"It ain't nothing." His tone belied the concern he felt. The place unnerved
him too, but since it put him at such unrest his senses were unusually
heightened. It proved to be fortunate as he sensed the attack come from the
ledge above him. He knocked Shampoo out of the way as the wire looped
around his neck. 

Yurimaru knew he had his prey, one of the fools that would dare to attack
his Lord Gemma. He vowed the one in his clutches would suffer far more than
the others. He had yet to tap into the full potential of his
newly-augmented abilities, courtesy of the Shogun of the Dark. Now he sent
close to two million volts through Ranma and watched him twitch at the end
of his line. After several seconds he stopped and allowed Ranma's body to
slump to the ground. Yurimaru followed suit as he hopped down to the cavern
floor below, next to the boy's smoldering body. He moved in front of Ranma
and towards Shampoo, the Devil desiring to watch her stare in fear at him.
The master of electricity was annoyed to see not one bit of apprehension in
the girl, but rather a smirk which was directed at Yuirmaru.

"Death comes for you, you who would dare to harm my master."

Shampoo just shook her head. "I don't think so. You're too, too stupid to
hurt me."

It was then Yurimaru heard the rustle of clothing behind him. He turned to
look into the face of one very angry, and very unharmed, Ranma Saotome.

"H...How did you..." was all the Devil could get out.

"Romeo, Romeo where for art thou Romeo," Ranma said with a flourish as he
released in amagurikan into Yurimaru. The Devil crumpled into a heap on the
floor. 

"He won't be getting up anytime soon." Ranma said as he nudged/kicked
Yurimaru's body with his foot. He was about to say something else when
Shampoo glomped onto him.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she said as she squeezed him tightly.

"Yeah. That Drog demon hit me with worse, and I could take that without a
problem." If one didn't count the headache he had suffered for the next two
days.

Shampoo was almost certain that was the case, especially since she had seen
Ranma wink at her as soon as Yurimaru had stopped shooting electricity
through him, but it was a good excuse to get a glomp in onto him. It really
went far in improving her morale, and would probably help his as well.
Still, she released him before he protested her closeness. 

The duo tied Yurimaru up in his own wires, then set off once again for the
top of the mountain. As they moved, Shampoo could not help but feel more
dread as they continued. There was still time for Mr. Domino's prediction
to come true, and she had a sinking feeling there were even greater dangers
nearby. Still, she was a warrior by birth, and if she did meet her end it
would be with pride. She would make Ranma proud of her.


32:56

Cologne unleashed one more Hiryuu Shouten Ha at the collection of zombies
while Happosai unloaded a large Happodaikarin into the center. The ensuing
explosion wiped out the last of the animated dead, finally leaving the pair
with no opponents. 

Cologne and Happosai spared a moment to gaze sadly at their handiwork. They
had completely destroyed the last of the bodies of the denizens of Mount
Phoenix. There had been no other option, but the whole event left a rotten
taste in their mouths that would not be leaving for some time.

"Let's get going!" Happosai said as he searched for a way that led up. For
the first time in decades he was truly angry, even moreso then when Genma
and Soun had locked him away in that cave. At least they had a reason to do
what they did, but whatever monster was responsible for such a genocide was
going to pay with his life.


32:25

Ryouga cried out in pain as his wrist broke under the pressure. Tessai
lifted his foe up with his free hand and hurled him into a nearby wall,
which shattered under impact. From where Tessai stood, he saw water from
the makeshift aqueducts that ran through the walls of the mountain run out
from the hole in the wall and onto the floor. Tessai caught his returning
blade, then walked over to where Ryouga was buried and began sifting
through the rubble to make sure his opponent was dead. Tessai moved four
stones, then five, and failed to spot Ryouga. He scratched his head as he
looked around once more. It was impossible. He had a clear view of the
small pile of stones the entire time. Ryouga had to be there. The only
thing Tessai found was a bat amidst the rubble, but no teenage youth. 

Tessai shrugged his shoulders. Why should he waste time looking for someone
to kill when there was at least one other girl around he could do away
with? After he had some fun with her, of course. He returned his attention
to the girl who was cradling her injured companion's body. Judging from the
wound he had inflicted, Tessai figured she wasn't long for this world. That
left the one with the spatula. He watched the events unfold as the chef
spoke quietly to her companion. There wasn't much else that could put him
in as  good a mood as watching one person slowly expire in another's arms.


Ukyou cradled Ai's head in her arms, brushing the blonde's hair out of her
face. There wasn't anything she could do. Why?! Why was it so unfair? Why
did SHE have to die?

"Ukyou," Ai said  almost inaudibly. "Sorry to do this to you."

"Shush. Don't talk. It'll be all right." It had to be all right. Ai
couldn't die. She just couldn't. They had done so much and there was still
more they had to do together. There was too much left undone. Too much left
undecided.

"I don't think so," Ai said as she grimaced. "I'm sorry I have to leave
you, but I was right. It really does hurt too much."

"NO!!!" Ukyou screamed. "You can't go! I don't want you to! I need you!"
Her voice dropped. "I love you. See. You can't die if I say I love you."

Ukyou watched the smile blossom on Ai's lips. 

"That's so sweet, to hear you say that." Ai half-closed her eyes. "I'm
truly happy, for the first time in so long. Thank you. I need to go to
sleep now." Her eyes closed farther.

"Don't die!" Ukyou pleaded.

"Not dyin'," Ai barely got out. "Just rest for...a...while." 

And Ai's eyes closed.

"That's the way it works, little girl."

The sound of the voice cut through Ukyou's sorrow, though she continued to
gently cradle Ai's head. Maybe she would wake up. Maybe.

"I've been through this scene dozens of times, and I never get tired of it.
It's just hard for me to keep from killing someone outright, so it's
moments like this I truly treasure," Tessai laughed while bragging and made
a mental note to try to inflict just enough damage on people so that they
died more slowly around their loved ones. It was...intoxicating.

"It'll be all right," Ukyou said as she bent low and over Ai's face. "I'll
take care of everything. You'll see." She gently kissed Ai's forehead. The
first time she had initiated a kiss between the two. Delicately she allowed
Ai's head to touch the stone floor, then rose to her feet.

"Now I've seen this bit close to thirty times, I think," Tessai said as he
watched Ukyou closely. "This is the point where you shout out how you're
going to kill me for taking away your loved one and how I'm going to die in
agony and etcetera etcetera. And I know what you're thinking. You're
saying, 'I'm the big bad guy and you're the good guy that's pure of heart
and on the side of justice and you're going to get your revenge by killing
me.' Well it don't work that way. This is the real world, little girl. Bad
things happen to good people all the time, and 'justice' is almost never
served. I'm proof of that. I've been responsible for lots of unhappy
endings. Only once did someone actually succeed in avenging some of my
victims, and even then I've managed to come back in the end. I guess that
means it really wasn't much of a victory, now does it? So much for
vengeance. You and your little friend are going to die at my hands, just
like hundreds of others, just like thousands more, and there's not a thing
you can do about it."

Tessai paused as Ukyou began a slow walk towards him. "Don't feel sad,
little girl. Where your friend went, there's going to be a whole lot of
other people joining her." He waited for Ukyou to say something, some cry
of outrage or pain, but there was nothing. Just silence.

"So you're a quiet one. Those are pretty rare. Not much fun either." He
brought his blade up before him. "I'll get rid of you quick so you can say
hello to your little friend." Yes. It was a good idea to dispatch her fast.
He had seen dead eyes like hers several times before. He hated those kinds
of eyes. It meant that person lost the ability to fear, and they had a
tendency to be a bother to kill. 

Besides, that look was the only thing left in life that made him feel even
slightly uneasy.

The girl continued walking slowly towards him, so he stepped forward and
raised his weapon high in the air. She wasn't even making a move for her
weapon. She just continued staring at him through those dead eyes. It was
time to end it, so he brought his weapon down directly towards her skull.

Ukyou took a half step back, the blade only lightly slicing through the
front of her uniform and some of the skin underneath. It was a deep cut,
one that would leave a scar, but wasn't fatal. The blow was dodged, not
because of some feeling of self-persevation, it was simply because there
was something left undone.

As Tessai drew his blade back up, Ukyou found what she was looking for. She
jabbed her finger forward, seeking the middle knuckle of the ring finger on
Tessai's right hand, the one gripping the weapon.

She touched the spot perfectly.

Tessai's entire forearm detonated, sending rock, blood, and gore
everywhere. There was no scream of pain; the shock from the blow had been
instantaneous. He just looked down at the stump where the upper part of his
arm had been, then looked at the girl, whose white eyes were all that shone
through a face that was totally covered in blood. Tessai's blood. "Y...YOU
BLEW UP MY ARM!!!"

"Yes," the dead voice, totally devoid of any emotion, replied through the
mask of blood. "We'll start with your arm."

When Tessai had been modified, the Shogun had greatly increased his
durability, enabling him to absorb incredible amounts of damage. At the
time Tessai had been enthusiastic about the change, now he wished he had
never received his adjustment as Ukyou continued her task. Despite
sustaining enough damage to have destroyed his old body several times over,
he lived.

Tessai's screams of torment echoed throughout the mountain for some time.


27:47

Akane and Tarou-bull turned another corner in the passageways. Twice they
had to go back because the stone corridors were too small to accommodate
the cursed youth, so they doubled back and found a different way up. It was
taking them an extra amount of time, but they were slowly making their way
up the mountain.


27:39

Cologne saw that Happosai was indeed looking over the children with a care
that she had never seen him employ. She had always suspected he reserved a
small place in his perverted heart for small children, and now her
suspicions were confirmed. 

Happosai had sensed the presence of the children as the pair searched for
their unknown foe. At first the old ones suspected it was some sort of
ambush, but when they searched and found nothing other than the trapped
children, each relaxed the tiniest bit.

"<What were you poor children doing here?>" Happosai asked softly.

A young boy, relieved at his freedom, answered first. "<The bad people
trapped us in there.>"

"<They were going to hurt us,> another disheveled child spoke.

"<They said all of our parents are dead,>" a third one said in a sad voice.
"<We didn't believe them at first, but when we never saw any of our people,
we knew they was telling the truth. I miss my family.>"

Happosai tried cutting off the tears some of the younger ones threatened to
release. He vowed once again the animals that had hurt these people would
pay.

"<Excuse me, ma'am?>" One of the older girls caught the attention of
Cologne. 

"<Yes?>"

"<One of our friends, Shiira, was taken out of here a while ago by a big
scary man. He said we were never going to see her again. Could you find
her?>" The girl's voice dropped a little as she continued. "<I promised her
I'd get her out of here.>"

Cologne nodded. "<We'll find her. I promise.>" They had taken one girl out
of all the possible children. Dread filled her heart as she began to
suspect why the man would have taken only one child. One that was destined
not to return.

She gazed back at the way they had come. Cologne wanted to lead the
children to safety, but there was no time. Once again she was going to be
forced to take a chance with innocent lives.

"<Can all of you fly?>"

Every one of the children nodded their heads.

"<Then you must find the nearest way out of this mountain and fly to the
south as fast as you can. There is a village called Joketsuzoku that's full
of friends.> She handed the girl that had been talking to her a small
medallion. "<You tell them that the matriarch sent you there for protection
and give this to one of the Elders there. That way they'll know you're
telling the truth.>"

The girl nodded as Cologne told her to take part of the way she and
Happosai had come back. But she made certain to tell them to avoid the
lower levels, making up something about there being traps down there. They
should be spared the sight of the pieces of dead bodies their people had
become.

Happosai suppressed his urge to follow the children as well. It was risky
to allow the children to leave unescorted, but there was another child
whose life was probably being measured by the seconds. The pair of old
masters hurried onward, feeling something building in the air. Events were
reaching a crux, and there was very little time left. 

They had not traveled far when Happosai leaped into the air to avoid a
metal claw that came out of the shadows themselves. The claw retracted into
them, then came out of a different one towards Cologne. She casually
blocked it with her staff.

"A shadow mover," she said bluntly.

Happosai nodded in agreement. "I know what to do."

The duo avoided two other equally ineffectual attacks. Then Shujima stepped
out of the shadows themselves, or, more appropriately, the real Shujima and
twenty identical images. All began moving among themselves in the corridor,
surrounding Cologne and Happosai.

Unconcerned, Cologne nodded to Happosai. Shujima was using an illusion
similar to the Splitting Cat Hairs technique, only it was improved. Cologne
could still tell which was the real man, but what she was about to do would
make Shujima's illusions more than useless. She raised her staff and threw
it. The item whirled in a circle in mid-air, similar in manner to Tessai's
blade. The staff snuffed out all of the torches in one direction, then hit
off a far wall and came back, putting out all of the torches in the other
direction, leaving all three in pitch blackness.

"Shadow traveling doesn't work so well without shadows, does it?" Happosai
called out as he used his other senses to spot Shujima in the darkness.
Happosai noted that the master of Shadows confronted him as well, obviously
being able to see in the pitch blackness too. He brought his claw back and
launched it at Happosai. The aged one easily plucked it out of mid-air and
launched himself to Shujima, burying the Devil's own claw in his neck.
Shujima died in an instant.

Happosai sensed Cologne approaching and began speaking to her in the
darkness. He couldn't make out the features of her face, but he could
easily imagine what expression she had. It would be an approving one.

"I've had to take close to two dozen lives in my lifetime," he said
bluntly. "It doesn't get any easier, even when they deserve it, like this
one."

"That's what separates us from them." Cologne told him, though she doubted
if she would have shown as much remorse as he did. The life of ruling her
village had made her stronger in that way. She did not show what she felt
inside. "We need to continue."

Both continued through the mountain, working their way ever upwards.


25:19

Ranma and Shampoo stood at a fork in the passageway. Both avenues led
upwards, but each of the pair knew only one led to the place they wanted.

"Let's separate," Ranma said, "I'll take the right and you take the left."

Shampoo stared at him in shock. "That's a stupid idea! If we split up
that'll cut our strength in half! You saw how tough these guys are! It'll
take both of us to beat any one of them!"

"We're running out of time. I can feel it. Something's gonna happen soon."
He gained a distant look in his eye as he said that. There was some feeling
in the air, something dangerous. He tuned back in to the real world and
smiled at Shampoo. "I got faith in you. If you run into any trouble you can
handle it."

Shampoo glared at him suspiciously. Something was wrong. "What are you up
to?"

"Nothing." Ranma shrugged. "It's just that I can tell the stakes are high
and we need to cover this ground twice as fast." He tried a different
tactic. "Look. You always wanted me to treat you like an equal. Heck, you
tried breaking me in half once to drive your point home. Well, I'm finally
going to do it. Unless you think you can't hack it alone."

"I can handle myself!" she growled as she glared at Ranma. "I'm just
worried about you!"

"You know damn well I can take care of anything that comes my way!" he
stated proudly. "We don't got any more time to argue. Are you going to show
me you aren't all talk, or are you just going to follow in my footsteps
like a good little girl?"

"I'll show you!" How dare the obnoxious male imply the champion of the
Amazons wasn't able to take care of herself in a fight. She would show him.
She would take care of all of their problems and rub it in his face when
she returned. With one last glare towards Ranma, she stomped off down the
corridor he had indicated.

Ranma waited a moment to make sure she had really left, then proceeded down
the other corridor. Doing that to Shampoo had been painful, but damaging
her pride was the best way to get her to leave his side without the Amazon
becoming suspicious. Upon looking at the two passages, he had known
instantly which path their foe was down. It went beyond his ordinary danger
sense, it was almost as though something was calling to him, urging him to
encounter what lay at the end of the tunnel. And the worst thing was that
it felt familiar. He ran quickly, relying on his senses to alert him to any
traps, though in his heart he knew there was none. The path would be clear
to his foe, whoever he might be.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel which was much brighter than
that of the passageway itself. From within the corridor of stone he saw
that there was a larger area beyond. A cave of some sort. He hurried
forward, drawing ever closer to the thing that was waiting for him. 

Upon exiting the tunnel he saw a plain, brightly lit cavern, twenty meters
long and ten high. That left plenty of room to maneuver. In the center of
the room was the object of his calling. A huge man, Japanese, and with
black hair. Ranma recognized him immediately.


Gemma had waited in one of the lower caverns, not all that distant from the
main one the Shogun was using, anticipating the approach of...someone. He
had felt drawn to that spot, as though that was where he was supposed to
meet the intruder, and he knew it was an intruder. Perhaps the Shogun was
subconsciously guiding him to encounter the trespasser before one of the
other Devils got to him. That might explain the faint tingling he was
feeling. But there was a problem with that idea. The sensation was not
altogether unfamiliar. Gemma had felt it once before, he was certain of
that, but for the life of him he simply could not place it. So he waited
patiently for the intruder to come. If he was much longer, the Shogun's
spell would be complete and any fight from that point on would be moot.
Everything would be taken care of.

Gemma watched the opening from the lower passageway. That was where his foe
would appear, and after ten minutes of waiting he at last sensed the
nearness of his opponent. The feeling became more intense, and even more
familiar, as the intruder emerged from the mouth of the tunnel and into the
light. It was a young boy, Japanese if Gemma wasn't mistaken, with black
hair and a red Chinese style shirt with blue pants. At first glance the
youth did not appear familiar. Then Gemma looked into the eyes. 

"You were that girl I met on that stormy night in Japan!" Gemma declared.
The girl might have become a boy, but those eyes were the same. The girl's
soul had not changed with her body.

"Yeah. I remember you too," Ranma answered. "Tall, dark and ugly."

Gemma smirked at the insult. A young boy was responsible for the feeling
that had drawn Gemma to him? That hardly seemed reasonable, yet the feeling
had been in Japan also, just not as powerful. There was probably more to
the girl-become-boy than met the eye. Experience told the Devil to treat
the newcomer as the most dangerous of foes. "I guess I should have listened
to my instincts and killed you in Japan. I would have saved myself a lot of
grief."

"Nah," Ranma smirked. "You'd have just gotten your butt kicked a lot
sooner."

"We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Gemma, leader of the Eight Devils
of Kimone, right hand of the Shogun of the Dark, and tomorrow, the leader
of the country of Japan." The Devil did not bother with a bow.

"I'm Ranma Saotome of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. I'm the guy
that's going to make you very unhappy."

Gemma issued a snort of derision, then charged at Ranma, hoping to catch
the youth off-guard. Ranma jumped over the body block and tagged Gemma with
a kick to the head. With a speed that belied the man's mass, he grabbed
Ranma's foot and threw him into the ground. Ranma kicked free of the grip
even as he hit the ground, then rolled to a standing position several feet
away. 

Now Ranma had a chance to reevaluate Gemma. The Devil was quick, and damn
strong. Somewhere between Ryu Kumon and Ryouga in the level of strength.
Ranma decided to test the man's hand-to-hand skills. 

Gemma complied by moving into attack Ranma. As he began to throw rapid
punches and kicks, Ranma quickly evaluated the man's skill level. He was
employing some sort of technique that was all offense and no defense. It
was quite foolish, actually. Ranma was able to get eight blows in for every
one Gemma landed, although when the Devil did connect it hurt painfully.

Ranma ducked under a fist and struck Gemma squarely in the stomach with
several fists and sent an uppercut to the jaw. Amazingly, Gemma ignored the
blows as though he had not been struck and hit Ranma with an elbow to the
jaw. The youth went on the defensive for a few moments as he caught his
wind and reevaluated his opponent. Gemma could shrug off medium strength
blows, as though he had some Bakusai Tenketsu training. That meant Ranma
could really cut loose. 

Ranma unleashed a series of blows all over Gemma's body. Fists blurred into
Gemma's stomach, ribs, upper chest, then finished up with several blows to
the head. The Devil's skin was hard enough that Ranma thought he was
hitting a brick wall, but his training had involved using such things as
techniques to improve the toughness of his fists. And he continued, being
rewarded by the bloody face of Gemma. 

Ranma attacked with renewed vigor, kicking his opponent in the chest and
feeling ribs break. Ordinarily Ranma would have fought with more restraint,
but he visualized his friends and allies being hurt by this monster's
allies and fought to inflict maximum damage. With all of the blows he had
landed, and all of the bones of Gemma's he broke, he knew his opponent had
to be close to defeat. Even Ryouga at his best was not strong enough to
take that kind of damage and fight on.

A lightning-quick hand snared Ranma's. For one second he was shocked by the
smile Gemma wore through his pain. That hesitation was all it took for the
Devil to lunge forward, driving Ranma into a stone wall and hearing him
release a gasp of air from the impact. Gemma struck him with two fists to
the head before Ranma ducked the third. As Gemma's punch shattered the
stone he left it partially imbedded in the wall. 

Once more Ranma backed off and examined his opponent. He was certain he had
felt Gemma's bones break during the last series of exchanges. How could the
big man move so effortlessly through the pain?

Gemma withdrew his fist from the wall and held it before him, allowing
Ranma to see the injury the Devil has sustained from burying his fist in
the wall. It was very bloody, with a piece of bone that had burst through
the skin and was sticking out from the knuckles. Ranma watched the man
smile, wondering what he was trying to prove, then saw it happen.

The bone moved back into place. Ranma was able to hear the grind of bones
moving against one another and see the skin knit itself closed, all in less
than three seconds. Gemma flexed the fist as though nothing had ever
happened.

Ranma's mind was a whirl as he tried coming up with a tactic that might
work. Gemma gave him no time to think as he once again charged full speed.
The Devil managed to get a blow through Ranma's defense as the youth found
it increasingly difficult to avoid the deceptively fleet, larger man. What
blows he landed on Gemma had little effect, only serving to make him back
off due to the impact of the blow.

Ranma thought about what to do. Every blow he had struck on Gemma was being
healed almost as quickly as it had been landed. It was time to do something
brutal. It was uncharacteristic of Ranma to fight someone with the intent
to injure; excessive brutality was an anathema to him, or else he would
have done something to remove Tarou and Mousse out of his life long ago,
but that was all he could think of. At least Gemma truly deserved whatever
happened to him.

There was an Amazon technique Shampoo had taught Ranma that he had never
had the opportunity to use, or the desire since it involved breaking limbs.
He caught Gemma's arm just the way he wanted to the next time the large man
came in with a punch, then twisted, snapping both the radius and ulna. A
kick into Gemma's leg was rewarded with the sound of a snap at the knee.

Gemma ignored the pain and hit Ranma with a backfist to the face. Both
bones snapped into place with moments, leaving a smirking Gemma staring at
Ranma.

"What does it take to stop you?!" Ranma gasped.

Gemma gave another snort of derision. "Nothing can stop me, boy. Certainly
not you."

"We'll see about that!" Ranma unleashed another round of savage attacks
against Gemma, who weathered the storm, landing a few blows of his own.
Ranma was eventually forced to back off in pain. Unlike his foe, the
injuries Ranma sustained were accumulating. Slowly, yet inexorably, he was
losing the fight. 

Brute force wasn't working so it was time to switch attacks again. As Gemma
charged forward, Ranma leapt over the Devil's head and grabbed a nearby
burning torch. As he landed he lashed out with the torch, striking Gemma
across the face and eliciting a small grunt of pain from the Devil. A
moment of revulsion cut through Ranma as he understood the full
ramifications of what he had just done as he saw the scorched blackness of
Gemma's face. Regret was replaced by frustration as Gemma's flesh healed
before Ranma's eyes once more. He really had thought that attack would
work.

"You're hardly worth the effort to fight." Gemma then placed his hands on
his hips and began laughing.

Ranma felt his temper fray and lunged forward, intent on teaching Gemma a
lesson. No one, from Tarou to Herb, treated Ranma like his martial arts
were a joke. 

Gemma went from his boisterous posturing to a deadly serious combat stance
as he managed to get a secure handhold in Ranma. It was then Ranma realized
that he had been tricked and that Gemma's boasts were nothing more than a
ruse to lure Ranma into making himself vulnerable to the Devil's greater
strength. It was the sort of thing Ranma would have done to Ryouga if he
had thought about it.

Even as the air was squeezed out of his lungs Ranma concentrated. His own
strength was far from insignificant, and with a tremendous burst of power
he broke out of the bear hug. However, he was too slow in getting out of
Gemma's reach as the Devil wrapped both hands around Ranma's neck and
lifted him vertically off the ground, squeezing the air out of him.

Ranma tried everything to release the stranglehold. Blows on the arms that
would have released even Ryouga's mighty grip were ignored as Gemma
continued to choke the life out of Ranma. Gemma drove Ranma's back and head
into one of the walls, causing more spots to be added to the ones that had
come from the oxygen deprivation. Ranma's resistance was becoming weaker as
he continued struggling in Gemma's grasp. He would get out of it. He was
Ranma Saotome. He always came out on top in the end.

Always.

"It's the end, boy," Gemma simply gave Ranma a flat look as he continued to
choke him. "You put up a pretty good fight, but you were hopelessly
outmatched."

Ranma would have said something insulting if he was able. Instead he
settled for meeting Gemma's eyes and staring at him in defiance. Ranma was
damned if he would give Gemma the satisfaction of fear, even at the end. He
was almost completely unconscious when he saw a gout of blood burst forth
from Gemma's mouth.

"Is that a sword sticking out of your chest, or are you just happy to see
me?" Shampoo said from her position from behind Gemma and into his ear. She
had silently moved behind him, while he was choking Ranma, and ran her
borrowed sword through Gemma's chest, right above the heart, making certain
it did not go too far and skewer Ranma as well. She brought both hands on
the hilt and drove with all of her strength downward, eviscerating Gemma as
the sword cut clean through the ribcage and hip, coming out around Gemma's
left thigh. He was effectively cut in half from the chest down.

Shampoo left the sword on the ground as she moved to examine her beloved.
Ranma was gasping for breath and trying to ward Shampoo off at the same
time. 

"Let me help!" she said as she forced his hands away and tried to hold him.
She made a mental note that that macho attitude of his had to go, or at
least be modified a little, or they were going to have some difficult times
ahead. Assuming they were going to have some times together.

"Akane was right. You are an idiot!" Earlier, once Shampoo had calmed down,
she realized Ranma had set her up, no doubt in some misguided notion he was
going to protect her from danger. She had hurried back at top speed and
arrived just in time to see Ranma begin to close his eyes. Rage filled her
as she instantly felt the urge to kill Gemma for what he dared to do to her
beloved. And she had followed through on that urge. Hopefully Ranma would
not alienate her for it. He had the oddest notion of what was right and
wrong in matters of life and death, and might chastise for not trying to
come up with a less final solution, never mind if it was the right thing to
do.

Shampoo listened to Ranma begin to complain as he caught his breath, and
was about to explain to him just how angry she was, when she noticed
Ranma's eyes widen at something behind her. She was shoved by Ranma and
found herself skidding several feet away. She recovered enough to see the
impossible. The man she had nearly sliced in two had risen to his feet,
apparently untouched, and had tried to run her through from behind with the
very sword she had used to 'kill' him.

"What is he?" she said in awe.

Ranma ducked the sword swung at his head, then managed to disarm Gemma with
a blow to the arm. "I don't know, but nothing I've tried to hurt him with
lasts! He just keeps healing!"

"I'm indestructible." Gemma caught Ranma in the stomach with his forearm,
winding him.

That snapped Shampoo out of her stupor as she launched herself at the big
man. She struck him in the back of the legs and head repeatedly, inflicting
enough damage to knock out a dozen men. Gemma's bones simply moved back
into place as he attacked Shampoo all out, landing several blows as she
began to grasp his battle strategy. 

Ranma lashed out at Gemma's back this time, forcing him to turn his
attention away from Shampoo. It was no surprise to him to see Gemma
continue to recover from the blows almost as soon as they landed. Even with
Shampoo helping to hurt the Devil, it still wasn't enough to prevent him
from shaking off the effect of their combined attacks. 

What compounded the problem was that Ranma began to feel himself slow down.
Gemma's all out attack style pressed Ranma to move quickly to keep from
being hit, burning up a lot of energy. His attacks used up a great deal of
power as well, but it was a wasted effort since his opponent had yet to
even slow down from any of the blows Ranma landed. Gemma's regeneration
abilities did not seem to tire him out in the slightest. There had to be
something he could do. Then it came to him.

"Shampoo, use that Amagurikan kick!" Ranma felt a twinge of remorse over
what he was about to do, but he saw no other option than to use what might
very well be a fatal technique on Gemma.

Ranma and Shampoo crossed each other's paths, setting up Gemma between
them, one at his front and one at his back. The Devil's reaction was too
late as Ranma hammered in the same spot on Gemma's chest, even as Shampoo
nailed him from behind in the exact same spot with the 'Kick of Doom'.
Neither paused as they brought fist and foot into Gemma hundreds, and then
eventually thousands of times. Gemma's flesh was broken and Ranma had to
shut out the fact his fist was within another human body, pounding away at
the insides as blood splashed onto him. Eventually his attack was rewarded
as he broke past the rib cage and seemed to strike an object within the
chest cavity, and he could have sworn he felt the bottom of Shampoo's foot
at the same time. He blanked out his mind for a moment and tried not to
think about anything as he stopped striking at Gemma and looked to see his
handiwork. He fought down the urge to vomit as he saw the gaping hole in
Gemma's chest.

Then Gemma lashed out with a back kick towards Shampoo and a fist to Ranma
at the same time. He connected with both, driving both of the youths back.

"I told you, I cannot be stopped." Though the pain in his chest from where
the duo and pulped his heart hurt painfully, but the damage was already
healing itself and would be completely gone in a few more seconds.

Ranma didn't give him the opportunity as he summoned his confidence to form
a glow of blue between his hands and unleashed a more focused than usual
version of the Moko Takabisha at his opponent's heart. The chi blast struck
Gemma right on target, exiting through Gemma's back and almost striking
Shampoo. Ranma watched as Gemma's eyes rolled into the back of his head and
he fell over, motionless, a large gaping hole in his chest.

Shampoo tentatively walked over and lashed out at Gemma with her foot.
There was no movement from the fallen man. She looked to Ranma. "Maybe I'd
better cut off his head and make sure." That was when Gemma's hand locked
around her ankle and pulled, knocking her off balance and onto the ground.

The Devil quickly rose to his feet as Ranma came in for a leap kick. Gemma
threw Shampoo's form in front of him, leaving Ranma with no choice than to
twist in mid-air and try to avoid Shampoo. He was only partially successful
as he avoided landing the kick, but could not prevent his body from
crashing into the Amazon's. The impact left Ranma temporarily stunned and
nearly drove Shampoo into unconsciousness. 

Gemma brutally hurled Shampoo head first into a nearby wall. As she slowly
slumped to the ground the Devil quickly returned his attention to the more
dangerous of the foes and grabbed Ranma by the throat once again. 

"That hurt, boy," Gemma intoned menacingly as he stared deep into Ranma's
eyes. "You'll pay for that." 

It was Ranma's turn as Gemma drilled his head into a wall, once, twice,
three times. Gemma paused long enough to survey the bloody damage he had
inflicted. He took a moment to smirk, then barely had enough time to block
the attempted blow Ranma directed to his face.

"That was a mistake!" Gemma drove Ranma's head into the stone wall
repeatedly, and when the stone started to break, picked out a new spot to
continue. He did not plan on stopping until all that was left was a bloody
ruin in his hands.

{GEMMA!!!}

Gemma released Ranma as he held his own head in pain. The Shogun had never
given a mental command that inflicted agony before.

"What?" he said through the feeling that needles were being driven through
his brain.

{There is no time for delays! Get up to the cavern outside of my area
immediately! There are two people approaching, and I sense great power
within them! Power enough to possibly pierce my protected chamber!}

Gemma looked to Ranma's crumpled form. There should be enough time to-

{NOW!!!}

Gemma recoiled from the pain. He would run up to the upper cavern
immediately and deal with the intruders. Ranma could be killed at a later
time. 

The Shogun continued to speak to Gemma's mind as the Devil ran to get to
the main cavern outside the Shogun's final room. {They are too powerful for
you to do away with them quickly. There is an alternate plan I have come up
with that will keep them occupied long enough for me to complete the spell.
I have already summoned Zakura, so here is all you will have to do...}


19:39

Slowly Shampoo got to her feet, her head continuing to ring painfully. And
that annoying sound had just disappeared too. The initial explosion she had
been caught in on the way to the mountain must have done more damage than
Shampoo had originally had thought if Gemma could knock her out with such
an insignificant blow. Well, with only one really powerful blow aimed at
her head. 

As she stood up she spotted Ranma's still form. Her heart seized up as she
slowly went over to him. He couldn't be dead. He was Ranma. Slowly she
turned him face up and saw the injuries he had sustained from having his
head driven into a wall close to a dozen times. Numerous facial injuries
were evident on his features, but she could hear a shallow breathing come
from his mouth. There was nothing she could do to help him. The healing
technique her great grandmother had taught her relied upon utilizing one's
chi, and she had used all she could spare when she employed the Dragon's
Scales defense. 

She tried making sure Ranma was made as comfortable as was possible given
his condition, and turned to take the passage she knew Gemma had left
through, the one that led further up the mountain. Someone was going to die
for what had happened to Ranma. Shampoo swore she would find a way to kill
Gemma, no matter what. Everything could die. She just had to find the way.


18:12

Gemma hurried through the ankle deep water as he made his way to the
uppermost cavern. There must have been yet another thunderstorm above Mount
Phoenix. Early on the Bird People had made modifications to the mountaintop
so that it would collect rainwater and allow it to flow into the mountain
and down through the system of aqueducts and towards the populated
interior. At first Gemma had wondered why there was an elaborately carved
hole at the bottom of the passageway where it leveled off. It was only
after the first of the Shogun's summoned thunderstorms that Gemma learned
of the purpose behind them. 

Unfortunately all the water did for him was slow him down. He was becoming
concerned about making it to the top before the intruders did, when his
ankle got caught in an unseen hole and he fell into the stream of water. He
regained his footing and rushed at top speed to get there, wary of any
other unseen inconveniences. 

He made it up the rest of the way without incident. As he reached the main
chamber a quick scan indicated that there was only one other in the room.
Zakura must have taken one of the other two alternate ways in. No others
had arrived yet, and the two huge bronze doors remained as they had since
the Shogun had uncovered them. Gemma took note that Zakura was gazing into
the seemingly bottomless chasm. He silently walked over to her.

"It's almost hypnotic," Zakura said softly and with an emotion Gemma had
not heard pass from her lips ever before. It was the sound of awe.

"Indeed," he agreed. "The intruders will be here soon."

"What shall we do when they get here?" Zakura asked.

"Don't worry," Gemma responded flatly. "I have a plan."


17:40

Shampoo raced as fast as she could up the passageway. There was no way she
would allow Gemma to elude her. His death was at his heels, even if he did
not know it. She was almost to the main cavern when she slipped, falling
into the water and triggering the transformation. Shampoo-kun raised
himself back to his feet and rushed forward once more. He could practically
smell Gemma before him.


Gemma and Zakura turned to see the newcomer splash his way through the
passageway. He had locked his sight on Gemma as soon as he cleared the
opening. Shampoo-kun gave a battle cry and ran straight for Gemma.

"He doesn't seem like he's all that dangerous," Zakura commented as she
drew several throwing blades from her cloak.

"There is something that is familiar about him," Gemma said as he made a
closer examination of the charging youth. The clothing was similar to the
purple-haired girl that had attacked him before. He bore a strong
resemblance to the girl as well. Perhaps they were brother and sister. They
had the same eyes.

Shampoo-kun launched himself in the air towards Gemma. He was halfway there
when Zakura at last threw her blades. The male Amazon had no choice but to
dodge in mid-air...and right into Gemma's waiting arms. The Devil grabbed
Shampoo-kun by the throat and choke-slammed him into the rock floor, next
to the pit. The rock underneath the back of Shampoo-kun's head buckled as
the world went dark once more.

Gemma maintained his choke-hold in Shampoo-kun, waiting for the boy to make
a move. When none was forthcoming he cautiously let go and fell into a
defensive stance, suspecting some kind of trick. When there was still no
response, he turned to Zakura. "That was too easy."

"I agree. Perhaps he was cannon fodder."

"If so, he did not do his job well." Gemma was about to bend over and crush
the windpipe of his fallen foe when two diminutive forms bounded into the
room from one of the other passageways. Gemma spun around, and realized
instantly these were the two that he had been warned about. Both he and
Zakura prepared themselves for what was to come next.


15:28

Happosai heard Cologne give a sharp intake of breath when her eyes fell
upon Shampoo-kun's form. His heart went out to her. Had he any children,
and they were in a similar predicament, his response would have been the
same. 

"The boy's still breathing," he reassured her.

"I know." 

He could tell by the tone in her voice she was now prepared to do anything
to remove whatever obstacles were between her and her great-granddaughter.
Happosai turned a more careful eye towards the duo before him. The woman
was powerful, but insignificant when compared to he and Cologne. The big
man was different. He wore the confidence of one used to dealing with
power. There was also no question he radiated more power than the woman he
was next to, but it still did not feel like it was anywhere near enough to
pull off what had been done to the weather and who knew what else.

Gemma stared at them. "You are the two whom the Shogun warned me about. I
believe he was correct when he said I would not be able to stop you in time
with only my own prowess."

"The Shogun?" Happosai asked. 

"Yes," Gemma said in a tired voice. "The Shogun of the Dark. I know you've
come here to kill him, so you can drop the pretense of ignorance. You're
not fooling anyone."

"To tell you the truth," Happosai answered. "We didn't have the faintest
idea there was a Shogun of the Dark anywhere near here."

"Do you mean to tell me you just stumbled onto this place?" Gemma scoffed.

"Why yes, that's exactly what I meant."

Gemma raised an eyebrow at that. There wasn't any point in the old codger
lying. There was going to be a fatal showdown no matter what. "I actually
believe you. What a strange world we live in that you would be drawn to
this place, here and now, right before the great change. How unfortunate
you are too late to do anything about it."

"And just how do you intend to stop us?" Happosai asked as he watched
Cologne ever so slowly inch her way towards Shampoo-kun. There was no way
she could get there before the big man would notice, but every inch could
make the difference between saving Shampoo-kun or being an instant too
late. Besides, he still needed to have Shampoo pose in some sexy lingerie
for him.

In answer to Happosai's question, Gemma turned to Zakura, placed a hand on
her shoulder, and drew her in close. "This is where you come into the
plan." In an instant he drove his hand into her chest, ripping into the
flesh and beyond. He took no notice of the look of betrayal in her eyes as
she died in his arms, instead he continued to force his hand into her chest
as though searching for something. 

Happosai and Cologne were momentarily stunned by the action. It was
Happosai who first found his voice. "What was that supposed to accomplish,
huh? Are you trying to intimidate us with the fact you'd murder your own
people in cold blood?"

"Hardly." Gemma's eyes lit up as he at last brought out the object he had
been seeking. He withdrew his hand from the dead woman's chest, pulling out
a black pumping blob. 

"See?" he said without a trace of humor to the corpse. "You did have a
heart after all." Gemma returned his attention to the two ancient ones,
taking note the old woman was edging her way closer to him. It did not
matter. She would not be able to move fast enough to prevent him from doing
what had to be done.

"What I intend to do is stop you from interfering in my master's plans with
this." Gemma held Zakura's heart before them. "I was informed that I would
not be able to delay you long enough with my own abilities. Hard to
believe, but who am I to refute the Shogun? So he came up with a plan, a
simple one. When my associate," he pointed to Zakura's body. "Was altered,
all of her explosive power was centered into her heart. I intend to crush
that heart, bringing this entire cavern down around us."

"That'll kill you too," Happosai pointed out as he saw Cologne edge to
within striking distance. She was still too far away to prevent Gemma from
crushing the heart before he could use it. Happosai had to keep the large
man talking so he could buy her time.

"I'm immortal. Nothing can kill me. I'll just be incapacitated for a while
until the Shogun digs me out. And if you should survive the rockfall, by
the time you emerge the world will be ours. Trust me when I tell you you
would be better off dead."

Happosai saw the muscles in Gemma's arm tensing up, and Cologne was still
too far away to get to him in time. Happosai considered a desperate gamble,
but it might distract Gemma long enough for Cologne to be able to prevent
him from crushing the heart. "Maybe  I can offer you something valuable in
exchange for not blowing us all up."

Gemma's eyebrows raised at that. "Something greater than ruling Japan?"

"Yep. The most precious thing in the world." Happosai hoped Cologne was
close enough since this was probably the one time they would be able to
surprise the Devil, but judging by her distance from him it seemed
unlikely. He went into his gi and brought out a white bra. "These were worn
by the empress of Japan herself. Aren't they beautiful? Surely they're
worth one little island nation."

Even Gemma, in all of his years, had not expected such an...offering. He
was shocked for the briefest of moments, and it was during that instant
that he was tackled from the side and knocked backward.

Happosai stared in surprise at the help from the unexpected quarter. He had
seen Cologne tense up and prepare to spring at Gemma, when Shampoo-kun rose
up from the floor and struck Gemma like a small missile. The impact of the
youth knocked Gemma backward, but had not dislodged the heart from his
grip. 

Gemma was teetering off-balance, trying to regain it by pinwheeling his
arms, when he realized what he was falling back into. He spared a glance
over his shoulder only to see a gaping abyss beyond. With a surge of
strength he attempted to maintain his balance and prevent himself from
falling into the black pit. Time seemed to stop as every moment became an
eternity, Gemma feeling himself on the edge of salvation or perdition. He
felt himself almost regain his footing...then lost it as the boy's mass
proved just a little too much for him to overcome. Both Gemma and
Shampoo-kun, who was still gripping him by the waist, went over and into
the dark void.

A surge of fear went through Cologne as she saw Shampoo-kun go over the
side with Gemma. She rushed over as quickly as she could, but was too late.
Both figures were falling at top speed, dwindling rapidly. 


Shampoo-kun had tackled Gemma in a half-daze and was surprised to find
himself suddenly falling forever. Instinctively he released Gemma and
lashed out with his foot, hurling himself away from Gemma and towards the
side of the pit wall. Shampoo-kun had almost regained his senses when the
briefest instance of pain struck him in the back of his neck and his fall
stopped abruptly. He paused for a moment to regain his bearings. Had he hit
bottom? He tried moving his head, but discovered he could not. It did not
feel as though anything was immobilizing it, so he tried using his hands to
remove any obstructions, but found they would not move either. Worse, he
could not feel them at all. His legs were the same way. 

An explosion came up from the below Shampoo-kun, temporarily distracting
him. Once his mind returned to the situation, a feeling of dread began to
build as he realized he could not feel anything below his neck, and the
memory of one brief instant of pain, and where it had been located, as well
as the fact there was now no longer any pain from that area, made him
slowly come to understand what might have happened to him.


10:24

Happosai knew he wasn't any good at sentimentality, but he tried to
reassure Cologne as she gazed, expressionless, at the abyss. He placed his
hand on her shoulder, but if she felt it she made no outward sign of it.

"There's no way she could have survived."

Cologne continued to gaze. Still no emotion passed on her face. It was
almost thirty seconds later when she at last spoke. "I have to know."

"Col-chan," he tried to soothe her. There was no need for her to have to
see the crushed form of one of her progeny. From the height he had fallen,
there would be nothing left of Shampoo-kun. Nothing recognizable, anyway.

"I have to know!" And with that she began hopping down the side of the pit,
deftly using her cane in some obscure technique to catch onto seemingly
insignificant cracks along the sides of the pit. Never once did she
hesitate or show any signs of fear as she seemingly defied gravity and
rushed down, deeper into the eternal blackness.

Happosai shook his head, then followed using a similar technique but
without the cane. Happosai noted that the Shogun had managed to buy himself
some time, just not in the manner the fiend had anticipated. The old master
prayed there was enough time for Cologne to make her peace with what had
happened and recover enough to assist in gaining revenge against the man
that had caused all of their problems and cost so many their lives.

By his estimation they were two hundred feet down when Cologne shouted out
excitedly that she had seen Shampoo. Happosai hopped down to the ledge that
Cologne had stopped on to see Shampoo-kun's form was indeed there, one arm
and leg dangling limply over a ledge barely large enough to support his
body. The sounds of crying were coming from Shampoo-kun as he spoke to his
great grandmother. As Happosai drew closer he made out the words through
the tears. The dark-haired boy was saying something about not being able to
move.

Happosai moved onto the ledge with them. The look Cologne gave him said all
he needed to know, though she told him anyway.

"Her back is broken in several places. The damage is too great. There's
nothing I can do for her. Do you know anything...?" 

As she trailed off he saw the look of pleading in her eyes, another thing
Happosai had seen only when they were both in the bloom of their youth. He
was no lay healer, but there were some tricks he had picked up over the
years. He used his chi to carefully examine all of Shampoo-kun's body,
centering the most intense scrutiny on the area of the neck and back. The
were several breaks, the worst being located high in the neck. if it had
been a little higher Shampoo-kun would have died instantly. As it was,
Happosai wasn't certain he was going to survive anyway. "There's nothing I
can do either."

"<Y...you  mean I can't move ever again?>" Shampoo-kun barely managed to
get out.

"<There is some way,>" Cologne tried to reassure him. "<We just need time
to discover it.>"

"<Time is something we don't have,>" Happosai reminded her by looking
upward. "<If we don't do something soon, that Shogun fellow is going to do
whatever it is he's been up to. We have to stop him. We're the only ones
left that can.>"

"<DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!>" Shampoo-kun cried out. He didn't want to die
alone, like Mr. Domino said. He had to get out, had to survive.

Cologne's stare almost burned a hole through Happosai. "<I won't leave her
here. She has to come back up with us.>" Her gaze softened somewhat. "<I
know a way I can get her up to the top quickly. I just need you to see to
it we don't damage her spine anymore than it already is. Can you do that?>"

Happosai considered it. "<There is a way, but it's risky. It might not
work, or it might cause her muscles to seize up so her heart stops or she
can't breathe.>"

"<If we leave her here she'll die anyway. Do it.>"

Happosai sighed. There was a life on the line so he was going to have to
risk it. Slowly he eased his hand underneath Shampoo-kun's neck and used
his chi in combination with a pressure point to stiffen the muscles while
preventing the bones from shifting. In theory it should work. In reality
any part of it could fail. It was not the sort of thing he had practiced a
lot with.

"<I need you to provide some hot chi, Happi,>" Cologne commanded as she
began to glow blue in power.

"You sure don't ask for much, do you!" Now he was going to have to try to
do two things at once. Even for him it was no simple task. Concentrating he
released the hot chi as she asked. As soon as it permeated the air around
them he saw her prepare a modified Hiryuu Shoutan Ha, without employing a
spiral. Slowly he felt both himself and Shampoo-kun start to rise in the
air.

Cologne began to perspire as she concentrated furiously on keeping the
winds steady. If they moved too violently even Happosai would be unable to
keep Shampoo-kun from dying. Higher and higher they went. Cologne found her
concentration failing as they rose towards the top. The strain was proving
more than she thought she could handle. The mini-cyclone faltered and she
found all three of them begin a slow decent towards the bottom of the pit.

"<NO!!!>" Summoning every bit of skill she had she exerted herself to the
fullest, forcing herself and her passengers up at twice the speed of
before, ascending above the mouth of the pit and to the floor of the
cavern. Cologne sank to her knees in exhaustion.


4:30

Happosai started to move towards her. Cologne saw the movement and regained
her composure, appearing on the outside like the matriarch she was. "I am
fine. Exerting that kind of precise control is tiring, that's all."

Happosai shrugged. "Not bad. I could have done better though."

Cologne kept her commentary to herself and bent down to examine
Shampoo-kun. As she used her chi to help evaluate her great granddaughter's
condition, she sensed the full extent of the damage. For all of her careful
handling on the way up, the matriarch had still added to the injury, the
spine shifting ever so slightly on the way up. But there had been no other
way. Shampoo-kun could not have remained where he was.

Happosai turned from the two and examined the huge bronze doors before him.
They were magical. He could feel tremendous power rippling forth from them.
"I'm going to need your help knocking on these doors."

Cologne turned from Shampoo-kun and gazed at the doors too. "Magic wards
and protections. We could try to circumvent them."

"Except I don't think we have enough time." Happosai scratched his chin in
thought. "We'll have to try brute force. You feel up to it?"

In answer Cologne's aura flared around her. Happosai nodded in agreement
and did the same. The two of them combined should be able to shatter the
doors. He possessed more raw power than Cologne, but she had a precision
that he lacked. For a moment he was remorseful that things hadn't worked
out between them. They could have been unbeatable together. Too bad she had
been so close minded about the underwear thing.

Shampoo-kun temporarily forgot about his predicament as he bore witness to
a display of power the likes of which he had never seen before. Both old
masters gave off huge battle auras: Happosai's was red while Cologne's was
blue. He saw his great-grandmother's hair raise itself on an unfelt wind,
and Happosai shimmer with force. Then he saw them release their power.

Happosai red aura lashed out first, eliciting a loud boom which deafened
all in the room, but the doors seemed unaffected by the display. He kept up
the attack, allowing Cologne's blue aura to strike as well, though it was
more focused, and encompassed only the door's handles. Still there was no
reaction. The doors remained intact.

Happosai was amazed; not an easy feat for anyone to do to one that had seen
and done as much as the old master, but the Shogun had achieved it without
even putting in an appearance. Happosai continued pumping every bit of
energy he had into the twin bronze doors before him. They had to give in,
had to break. Nothing could withstand the sheer amount of power he was
unleashing. He turned slightly to see Cologne. She had remained silent as
she continued to unleash her own power at the door. She had to be almost
out of power. Between the dead bodies, raising Shampoo-kun out of the pit,
and what she was doing now, she had to be close to the breaking point. And
without her power assisting him he was never going to get through the door.


He had to do something immediately. One powerful, if risky, gambit. Still,
if he had wanted to play it safe he would not have set out on the course he
had taken his entire life. So he released nearly all of his chi in one bolt
of pure force. 

As he unleashed it he felt a sharp pain in his chest. That was not good.
His body was too old, and such tremendous use of power could possibly cause
irreparable damage. If he had been in his prime there would have been no
complications, but if he allowed himself to use too much of his chi or lost
control, he would be little more than the helpless little old man he
appeared to be.

As the bolt struck the door, he felt the magic around them dwindle away.
Slowly he allowed his aura to die off, and saw Cologne doing the same. The
cavern was silent as Happosai sensed the last of the magic disappear. With
the last remnant of the energy gone, the doors opened on their own. Beyond
the door he saw a dark passageway that twisted out of sight almost
immediately.

"Well, that was exhilarating. Let's go." He began to move for the doors
when he saw Cologne remain standing next to Shampoo-kun. She looked old.
For the first time since he had made his reacquaintance with her she looked
her age. But what was worse was the look in her eyes as she gazed upon
Shampoo-kun. It was a look of helplessness. 

"I can't go, Happi," she said softly. "I won't fail her again. I'll remain
here."

"I understand." There was nothing else to say. He'd simply have to take
care of matters personally. Besides, that meant he could get full
satisfaction from dealing with this Shogun of the Dark all by himself.
There was a feeling of joy in that. He lacked the energy to bounce as he
usually did, so he settled for moving at a brisk pace down the corridor.


Cologne gazed sadly at her great grandchild. She had failed Shampoo at
every point during the whole sordid affair involving the Nanniichuan. First
in blindly obeying the law, then later when she did not try hard enough to
obtain some kind of cure for her, and later still when she did not take
appropriate steps to protect Shampoo from her fellow sisters. Failure after
failure with nothing remotely resembling a victory, and now whatever
destiny Shampoo had to fulfill was over. The time for denial was past as
Shampoo-kun's breath became more ragged. He would expire soon. Cologne's
own flesh and blood was going to die before her eyes, and she was helpless.

Cologne had been spared the sight of her only daughter's death. It had been
while she was in a training journey, bettering herself in the art. Rain had
never had good health, so it was not that much of a shock for Cologne to
discover upon her return that her daughter had died of pneumonia. Still, it
had hurt deeply, not that she openly showed it, not even to her husband.
Cologne kept it to herself, all the pain and regret. And the most horrible
thing about Rain's death was that she had not had a chance to say good-bye.

Now she was going to outlive more of her offspring. Shampoo was so young.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Cologne was going to set up Shampoo's
life so it would be a long and assured one. A life of respect and
importance where she would make a difference. A life meant to be enjoyed. 
All cut short because of a madman and his insane plans. 

Or maybe it was that damned spring's fault.

Yes. All of the problems of late could be traced back to that. Law or no,
Nanniichuan was going to be vaporized the first opportunity Cologne had. IT
was responsible for the ruination of so many lives. IT caused Shampoo's
life to be cut short, and IT would exist not a moment longer than IT had
to. Hu Chiang may have been practically worshipped as a goddess, but she
had been wrong in leaving such a dangerous thing intact. No longer. IT was
destroyed, if not in fact yet, but soon. Very soon.

"<Great grandmother. Don't cry.>"

Cologne looked down at the boy before her. The first time she understood
that the male before her was Shampoo, she had loathed the form. It was
something that had taken her great granddaughter and all of her potential
away from her. It was evil and needed to be destroyed for what it had done.
It was an abomination that should not have existed, and would not if the
matriarch could have done something about it. But no longer. It was
Shampoo. As much as Shampoo's girl's body was Cologne's great
granddaughter, so was the man before her.

Cologne finally reacted to what Shampoo-kun had said. Crying? She didn't
cry. Then she felt the tear on her cheek. She was crying. How...unexpected.
Offhand she could not recall the last time she had cried, but under the
circumstances it was all right.

"<Then I shall not,>" Cologne answered. There was a look on Shampoo-kun's
face that wasn't there before. At first it held panic when the old woman
had spotted the body on he ledge, then denial. But when they brought
Shampoo-kun back out of the pit, he had gone quiet. Now there was a
different look upon his face. No fear. No panic. Just an easiness. It took
a moment for Cologne, in her emotional state, to identify it. 

It was acceptance.

"<The one responsible for this is beyond those doors, isn't he?>"
Shampoo-kun asked.

"<Yes. But don't worry. I won't abandon you. I'll stay with you until...>"
She found she could not finish with '...until the end.'

"<No. He has to be stopped, and there's nothing you can do to help me
anymore.>" 

Cologne heard no fear or sorrow in the raspy voice. It was getting
difficult for Shampoo-kun to speak. "<I won't abandon you, child.>"

"<You didn't. You never did.>" Shampoo-kun answered. Then amazingly,
smiled. "<I...prepared myself in case this happened. I'm just glad I took
that bastard that hurt Ranma with me.>" He felt pride in that. Gemma had
paid for his crimes. "<There's several things I want you to do for me, then
you should go help the little pervert.>" 

Cologne shook her head. "<He can handle himself. My place is to stay at
your side.>"

Shampoo-kun tried to shake his head, then was painfully reminded of his
paralysis. "<I'm going to die soon. It's getting harder to breathe, and
it's only going to get worse. But you can still help the others. The
Shogun's minions were powerful. He's going to be even worse, and the
pervert didn't look so good.>" Shampoo-kun wanted to grasp his great
grandmother's hand for emphasis, but that was a desire that eluded him.
"<If we fail because you stayed here with me, how can my soul ever know
peace?>" It was odd how he could talk so matter-of-factly about his
impending death. He wondered how could one have such a feeling of serenity
so close to the end.

Cologne found herself admiring Shampoo-kun's spirit, in spite of the sorrow
of the situation. Was it wrong of her to feel such pride now? "<You are
certain?>"

"<Yes.>"

Cologne nodded, and she hoped the spirits would show as little mercy upon
the Shogun's soul as she was going to show upon his flesh. "<What is it you
want me to do?>"

Shampoo-kun spoke as quickly as he could. His strength was failing. "<I'm
not sure how Ranma's going to react to my...>" she searched for a tactful
word. "<...absence. Please make sure he doesn't do anything rash. He's
really got some odd ideas in his head about the way things should be and
what he should do when things go out of control around him. He can really
be stupid sometimes, even for a male. I still can't figure him out, even
after all of this time,>" he lamented.


"<What else?>" Cologne asked, mentally vowing to do what it took to keep
Ranma healthy and intact.

"<Kasumi's a lot more sensible, so she should be all right, but keep an eye
on her too. And tell her I'm sorry for leaving her like this.>" Shampoo-kun
considered remaining silent about the next thing, but realized there was no
longer any reason to hold anything back. "<Tell her that weekend we spent
together was the most wonderful of my life.>"

Cologne refrained from asking exactly what was meant by that.

"<Tell my parents good-bye,>" Shampoo-kun said, then it was time for the
last farewell. She barely managed to choke it out, it hurt so much to say.
"<Tell Ranma that I loved him. Make sure he knows. And say that I'm sorry I
didn't tell him sooner. I wanted...>" he trailed off. There was not enough
time to say everything. "<Tell him I always loved him, even if it took me a
while to understand that.>"

Cologne nodded once more. She heard the finality in Shampoo-kun's voice.
There was only one thing left.

"<And last, I want you to change me back into a girl.>"

Cologne shook her head at that. "<The change will kill you!>"

"<It'll speed up what is already going to happen. I want to die with the
body I was born with. Please.>"

How could she deny a dying request? Cologne brought out a flask of water
she had been keeping, in case it was needed to change Shampoo, and used hot
chi to warm it. Her hand almost faltered as she held it above Shampoo-kun's
form, told herself it was her great granddaughter's final wish, and poured
it.

Instantly Shampoo-kun's form switched back, the backbone compressing and
spinal cord taking further damage. Ragged gasps came from Shampoo's mouth
as she felt her lungs failing her. She did not want her great grandmother
to see her like this. Not like this.

"<L...leave,>" she barely managed to get out.

Cologne nodded and moved to follow Happosai's trail. Shampoo did not want
anyone to witness the end. Cologne understood, but someone at the end of

the tunnel was going to pay.

No matter what.


:25

The Shogun looked desperately down the darkened corridor. He could sense
the approach of one of the powerful ones. Gemma had failed him! The fool!
The much-vaunted leader of the Devils of Kimone was going to know an
existence so tortuous he would beg to be placed back in his Golden Hell,
and never receive it. He would pay.

:20

But that was for later. What mattered was the one that was coming down the
corridor. The handful of puny traps within the corridor only slowed him
down, but not enough. They were designed only to allow the Shogun time to
prepare for unwelcome guests. Anyone powerful enough to get through the
doors would have to be dealt with by the Shogun personally.

:15

But that was assuming the Shogun had some power left, and that he wasn't at
such a critical juncture. 

:12

He looked down at the unconscious winged girl that shared the center of the
elaborate design with him. She was the sacrifice necessary to fuel the
spell, and there was only a matter of moments before he would drive the
dagger through her heart and all of his dreams would come true. 

:10

He was afraid to take his eyes off the corridor. His magical senses were
gone. He had enough power left for one blast, nothing more, and as long as
he watched the only entrance, nothing could get past and interfere with the
spell. Why was the one taking so long to show himself? The Shogun could
kill him and be done with the whole matter. Why couldn't Gemma have held
the powerful one's attention for one minute more?

:8

He should have arrived by now. Either the last trap had claimed the
intruder's life or he was waiting for an opportunity to strike. All he had
to do was come through the opening and die.

:5

Come through the opening.

:4

Come through the opening.

:3

Come through now.

:2

It was the moment of truth

:1

Now.

0

After five thousand years, the time had come. He could contain himself no
longer. The Shogun of the Dark raised his dagger high, then took his eyes
off the corridor to bring the dagger down directly into the girl's heart.
If it was off the sacrifice would not work. 

Then the Shogun saw a blur of red burst from the corridor. He sent forth
his blast, narrowly missing the figure by more than an inch.

It might as well have been a mile. 

The red blur moved faster than the Shogun's eye could follow, snatching the
girl from the center of the circle without ever touching the ground, save
at the center with the Shogun. Before he could further react the blur
leaped out of the circle and latched onto a nearby wall. He had not touched
any point of the magic circle. It was still intact.

Now that the blur had stopped, the Shogun identified it as a small
troll-like human. And he had the girl. No sacrifice. No spell. And he had
to activate the spell within the next two minutes or it would take another
five thousand years for the conditions to be right again.

"Listen to me," the Shogun intoned. "I will grant you whatever wish you
want if you give me the girl."

"Get real!" Happosai scoffed. "I'd never allow you to hurt a pretty young
thing like this for some insane scheme for power!"

"Please!" the Shogun pleaded for the first time in five thousand years. "I
will give you all the women you want! Power! Glory! Wealth! Fame! Your
youth! You can have your own country! Your own continent! Any of those
things! All of those things! Just give me the girl and it's yours!"

"If I wanted any of those things I'd have taken them for myself," Happosai
declared, while making certain the girl was all right. "You have a lot to
answer for. First for the deaths of all those people that used to live in
this mountain, and then for some pretty young girls you've harmed! I'll
just take this one to safety, and then I'll come back and deal with you."

The Shogun's mind raced. He could not step out of the circle without
ruining the spell. There was no magic left in him. He could not take back
the sacrifice. His minions were gone. He could wait another five thousand
years, not a real option, or he could do the final alternative.

No choice at all.

The last act the Shogun of the Dark did in his lifetime was to plunge his
dagger deep into his heart. 

Happosai's eyes bulged from what the Shogun had done. Was it some kind of
trick to catch him off guard, or had the masked man really killed himself?
Happosai watched red blood flow from around the knife and onto the ground.
It appeared real, but he was not going to get any closer until he somehow
made certain. Maybe the Shogun was invulnerable to bleeding to death or
something.

Happosai started to leave with the girl when he heard a faint whisper come
from the Shogun's form. It was only one word, but seemed to whisper
directly into Happosai's ears. Just one last word before the Shogun of the
Dark breathed his last.

"Maelstrom."


Within the mountain, Yurimaru and Mujuru's life forces suddenly lost their
link with their bodies, and each one died, their souls returning to the
Hell from whence they came. The Shogun had not been lying when he had told
them they lived only by the grace of him.


The life energy from the sacrifice followed the path of magic the Shogun
had laid forth earlier. It would travel forth, unseen by all but the most
powerful occultist or mage. In seconds the energy covered the miles to its
destination: Jusenkyou.


It was four thousand three hundred years ago, approximately four months
after the Goddess Azura stumbled into one of the pools, permeating it with
her essence but not killing her, that Jusenkyou became 'alive'. The sheer
power of the Goddess somehow mutated with the unusual magic of Jusenskyou
and the shadows of the souls of those that had drowned there formed an
awareness. A unique form of magical life that lacked physical form, but was
alive nonetheless. It was a sort of group collective, at first hundreds of
minds, human and animal, later close to a thousand as various pools began
to be templated with others. It was aware of itself and its abilities, and
it was aware of the true source that fueled the 'cursed' springs of
Jusenkyou. Not Jusendo, which had strange properties that added to the
effects of the springs, but to the thing that was linked to the chi
reservoir beneath the earth, and to the pools, all of which were linked to
the reservoir. It was what provided the energy that allowed the pools to
remain in their magical state and allowed the thing that was Jusenkyou to
live. Fortunately, the thing was unaware of the collective intelligence.
Somehow the collective knew if the thing became aware of its existence it
would try to destroy the undesired product of the springs. So the
collective did nothing.

It was content, remaining as it was with a new creature being added to the
collective every now and then. It could sense things beyond its borders.
All around the world, in fact, but it did nothing. There was no reason to.
It simply was.

Then, five years later, came the young girl in blue robes whose upper face
was shrouded in eternal shadows. She plunged her entire arm into the Spring
of Drowned Aardvark, but nothing happened. Somehow she had remained
unchanged. And when she had plunged her arm into the spring, she
communicated directly with the collective consciousness. 

She said, "Gaze into the weave of fate that you are a part of." And it was
as though the collective's 'eyes' were opened for the first time. The girl
had given it the ability to see the probabilities that flowed from it, and
others that could affect Jusenkyou itself. Lines of fate became a whole new
world for the collective to understand. And it was in danger. There were
those that would enslave the springs for their own ends, or inadvertently
destroy them in mad schemes of conquest and power. Or just by accident
while tapping into unknown forces. 

The thing that was Jusenkyou began exerting control over its surroundings.
It could always have done such things, but had no reason to before. Now it
had to act and react to preserve its existence. And it did so, keeping out
many that would have stumbled upon the valley and tried to abuse its
powers. Those that could not affect the springs at all were allowed to come
and go without being influenced, while yet others were summoned from the
far corners of the earth and ended up in a certain cursed pool to help
ensure the preservation of the springs in a myriad of ways. No cures would
be discovered by those until they fulfilled whatever function was required
of them, and all too often they chose divergent paths that failed to
produce what results Jusenkyou wanted. It could only influence the lives of
those whose destinies could end up in Jusenkyou, but it did so as often as
it was able. Somehow, despite those failures and some of the outside world
discovering the whereabouts of the springs, it managed to survive. 

That was until Herb did the unexpected and prevented the Jusenkyou cursed
assassin, Shang Lung, from killing the Shogun of the Dark. That had upset
everything. It was an abysmal chance, somewhere around one in five
thousand, that Herb would interfere. Jusenkyou had seen to it that the
Musk's ancestry, and specifically Herb's line, was bred with the traits of
dragons, their inherent self-centeredness helping to influence Herb and
keep him from interfering. But he had, and with the Shogun alive,
Jusenkyou's chances of survival were reduced to almost nothing. 

It was ironic that Herb eventually randomly came to Jusenkyou and received
his own curse, but by then his existence was irrelevant. His continued
presence could neither help nor hurt Jusenkyou in the long run. The only
remote thing that could happen was that he might inadvertently aid in
avenging the destruction of the springs, and it was an even more remote
chance than him interfering with Shang Lung. The avenger was destined to go
to Jusenkyou, thanks to Herb's interference ironically enough. So when the
time came it gave the possible avenger the curse it would need to succeed
in its task. It had also given that avenger a gift it might exploit should
it prove successful in its unknowing mission of vengeance. It was the least
Jusenkyou could do for its last chance at revenge.

The collective did not give up hope. It tried to prevent its destruction by
cursing individuals so that their paths of destiny might interfere with
that of the Shogun, like The Great Grond and others, but they all failed.
If Herb could stop them, the Devils would have been able to do it was well.
Fate allowed no deviations there. And now the last option had failed. The
Shogun had cast the spell. After over four millennia of life, it was over.

The life-force of the Shogun of the Dark went through the ground and
directly to the true source of Jusenkyou. That was all it took as the chi
reservoir was drained of all of its energy within moments. As the last drop
of chi was drained and the reservoir ran dry, Jusenkyou felt the magic that
fueled its life ripped away, the source at last achieving its goal. And as
the last link between it and Jusenkyou shredded, the collective that was
Jusenkyou gave voice to itself for the first time since it had come into
existence. 

It screamed with a nearly a thousand different voices, loud enough for
people a hundred miles away to hear. Then it ceased to exist.


Deep within the earth, far beneath Jusenkyou, the thing that Tajamata Nital
had sensed and had ended up costing him his life, felt energy fill it. For
the first time in five thousand years full awareness returned to the
slumbering one. 

Deep within the earth, an eye opened.


The Jusenkyou Guide and Plum rushed up from their basement and outside to
see what the horrible noise had been. The ringing sensation in their ears
from the screaming was only now finally starting to fade, but the memory of
it would haunt them for the rest of their lives. Nothing should have been
able to scream like that. It defied the fundamental laws of nature. 

"<Poppa,>" Plum said, obviously scared. "<What was that?>"

"<I'm not sure.>" The Guide was about to say something else when the earth
suddenly shook, knocking both he and Plum off of their feet. Slowly they
rose, only to suffer another shake.

"<It's an earthquake!>" Plum shouted.

A third shake, more powerful than the others, hit. "<No,>" The Guide
answered carefully. "<It doesn't feel right. It's more like a large impact.
Like a rocket being blown up or-->" He was cut off as a fourth, then fifth
shake hit. Once more he regained his feet, then stared in shock at the
scene before him.

Almost two miles away, at the far end of the springs, a gout of brown and
black earth and stone shot up through the air, destroying many of the
springs. As some of the dust from the eruption cleared, he saw that the
black part was neither earth not stone, but something long and snake-like,
with a blue glow around it, that extended from the ground itself. It waved
around in the air, hundreds of feet high. It began to get longer as more of
the earth was shattered and more of the snake-like thing burst forth from
the ground. There was no head on it, rather it ended in a point, but
appeared to the Guide as though it was a thing alive, never mind the fact
there was nothing on the earth that could possibly be that long.

As his mind was reeling from the thing before him, he felt the most
powerful shake yet hit practically under his feet. He grabbed onto his
daughter, only to feel the rumbling continue rather than drift away. He saw
the ground not more than twenty feet away from him begin to swell, then the
earth there split apart as well, destroying the springs of Drowned
Hippopotamus, Female Bengal Tiger, Television Game Show Host, and Mongoose
fighting Cobra all in one motion. At last the Guide understood what it was
that had burst from the far end of the springs as a black thing raised
itself from the earth. It was not some kind of snake. 

It was a tail.

And right before him was the head on the other end of that creature that
the tail had been connected to. It was huge, glowing blue, ninety feet wide
and as far back across, and its mouth was large enough to effectively
swallow a bus whole without a problem. The Guide could do nothing but stare
in mute horror as the rest of the body rose from the earth, destroying well
over four fifths of the springs as it emerged into the light for the first
time in five millennia. 

As it dragged the rest of its body out of the earth, it stood on two of its
hind legs, then it spread wings, over a mile in length, high in the sky.
Without bothering to tense its muscles, it simply launched itself to the
skies and took off, wings flapping and aiding in gaining height. As two
point three miles of the black-scaled, blue glowing creature took to the
skies and headed towards the focus it could sense, one word was heard
within the minds of everyone within a hundred mile radius. 

{FREE!!!}

Maelstrom, the last of the Dragon Kings, was awake once again.

And the world would never be the same.


Mount Phoenix:

Cologne had been making her way down the corridor, almost to the Shogun's
cave, when she heard the voice in her head. She paused, trying to
understand what had just happened, when she sensed something powerful
beyond comprehension approaching.


Happosai was still staring at the Shogun's corpse when he heard the voice
in his head. He wondered if it was safe to leave the small cave when he
sensed the arrival of something radiating pure power.


Shampoo's vision was getting darker as she lay there. Mr. Domino had been
correct. She was going to die alone in the dark, suffering, and without
ever hearing Ranma say those words she had so longed to hear from his
voice.


Tarou-bull barely managed to squeeze out of the passageway as he forced his
way into the cavern which contained the bronze doors that had once led to
the Shogun of the Dark. Akane muscled her way past him.

"If you weren't so big and couldn't fit through those passageways we'd have
been here a lot sooner." She looked the room over for any opponents, then
spotted a still figure off to the side of a large opening in the floor. "Is
that Sh-" The rest of her question was cut off as a huge rumble came from
overhead and the top of the mountain collapsed, sending tons of rock into
the upper caves. 

Akane stared in shock at the rapidly descending ceiling. The last thing she
was aware of was being hurled to the floor. 

Then nothing.


Maelstrom landed hard upon the top of the mountain, then roared at the
skies as he made himself comfortable on the top of the center of the
magical focus: Mount Phoenix. His hatred knew no bounds as he gazed at the
world before him. Soon, humanity would be made to pay for its crimes, and
all of them would suffer tortures no human mind could comprehend. 

Soon.


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Special Thanks to:

Ryan Anderson
Jim Bader
Ben Follis
Jason Liao
Lord Talon
Gary Kleppe
Miashara
Wade Tritschler