InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Snow White and the Seven 'Dwarfs'...Sort of ❯ Retribution ( Chapter 55 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: Ok, so in hindsight, I realize there is no way I can make each mini fight a separate chapter because almost every battle is like 4 people against 1. It makes it a litttttle hard trying to drag it out ten pages. So I crammed everything into this chapter. This way, next chapter will be the major one between Kagome and Kikyo.

Kagome123- Thank you! And you got them! Along with Ayame, Kouga and the slayers!


Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha, I do not own Snow White, and I am making no money off this.

Sango and Miroku

Miroku kept a close eye on Sango as they surged into battle, not wanting to lose sight of her for a moment.

Sango expertly flung her boomerang towards a group of enemy soldiers heading towards them, taking them out neatly while Miroku guarded her back.

Sango paused and looked around while Miroku sent a man flying with a thrust of his staff. “Where’s Kag?” she asked worriedly.

Miroku grunted slightly when he blocked a hit, Sango catching the sound and quickly sending the man down with a hard slap with her boomerang. “I wouldn’t worry about Kagome, she’s been taught well.” Miroku told her, absently throwing a few sutras on a demon.

Sango frowned, “I suppose. But we should all stay together!” she argued, taking out her sword and easily dispatched another soldier.

Miroku eyed Rin and Seven who were drawing their former members out of the crowd, while Ayame worked her way through the battle towards a rat like man with Kouga, Hojo and Sayo at her back. “We all have our own enemies to deal with.” Miroku said grimly, while knocking out a man about to attack Sango’s back.

“Hell yeah we do!” Hiten announced as he landed on the ground beside them, shooting a few blasts off with his staff while Kagura summoned blades of wind to do her bidding.
“We have to go deal with that bitch Yura.” he said disgustedly. “No way am I letting her get away with nearly killing my Kagura! ...oh, and you Sango.”

Sango’s eyes darkened dangerously. “Where is she?” she asked, getting a little twinge in the shoulder Yura had lovingly stabbed with thousands of hairs.

Kagura’s wrist twitched violently, as if just hearing her name made her remember the pain of thin hairs cutting off her blood circulation while hanging her above a roaring fire.

They had just a few issues to work out with Yura.

Hiten hovered a few inches off the ground, kicking an enemy in the face when he got to close. “Huh. She’s not hanging around Kikyo or Naraku like usual.”

Sango sent her boomerang flying again, the sound of the weapon slicing through the wind rang in their ears. “See her anywhere else?”

“Try looking up you naughty, naughty girl!” Yura cackled as she swung towards the four of them, wildly waving a sword while her breasts nearly fell out of her low neckline.

Miroku’s eyes went wide.

He could see the thin black hair Yura was clinging to.

“Kagura! Just above her hand.” he called out, readying several sutras.

She sent him a strange look but did as he asked, directing a blade of wind just above her, and started laughing when Yura went tumbling down.

“Can you see the hair monk?” Hiten asked, shocked.

Miroku nodded, bracing himself when he saw huge waves of hair heading their way, pushing soldiers out of its path. “Incoming! Three huge hair balls coming this way behind Yura!” he warned.

Yura scowled at him as she caught her balance. “You naughty boy! How dare you address my hair as a ‘hairball’!” she snapped, sitting almost daintily on several strands of hair while she manipulated other strands between her fingers.

Sango gritted her teeth, before sending her boomerang spinning for Yura. Yura easily brought a section of hair up to shield her, causing the boomerang to bounce harmlessly off the wall.

Yura tittered annoyingly, “If you want your little toy back, you better come and get it.”

“Hiten! Behind you!” Miroku warned, Hiten spinning around and electrocuting a whole section just in time.

When did this happen? He hadn’t been strong enough to see her hairs the first time around. What had changed?

“Kagura, aim towards the left!” he called out, his mind still racing.
His breath caught in his throat as he looked at Sango standing near him, holding her sword in a defensive pose. She looked like some kind of fierce warrior goddess...

That was it! When he protected Sango to the point of nearly dying yesterday he remembered some kind of pain and a white flash in his head. It must have been his powers expanding.

His love for Sango had made him stronger.

He grinned, ridiculously happy even in the middle of a battle. He grabbed the back of Sango’s neck and dragged her in for a fast kiss, ignoring her stuttering.

“Miroku! What are you doing? Do you realize where we are?” Sango hissed.

“That’s why is seemed like the perfect time to kiss you.” He explained cheerfully. “Now let’s go get your ‘toy’ back.”

Yura sneered down at them from her perch. “You really are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” she commented, her fingers making rapid patterns.

Kagura sighed, “Freaking Kami, get a new word already.” she complained, her wind coming at Yura from behind before she could even see it coming.

Yura cried out when Kagura’s wind sliced her up into three pieces, her blood coloring the ground below her red as she fell.

Miroku cursed when several pieces of hair shot out to catch each piece of Yura, before she disappeared in a cocoon of hair. She emerged a moment later, boosting no wounds and a dress with even less fabric.

“I do not have any more time to play pet. I have to go find the doggy with that pretty silver hair.” she told them, almost regretfully as hair quickly surrounded them, leaving Sango and Miroku only a tight circle to stand in.

Sango reached her hand out, only to recoil in disgust when she touched the hair she couldn’t see. “Ew! Is it to much to ask to wash this rat’s nest once in awhile?”

Yura’s mouth fell open in outrage. “My hair is not DIRTY!” she shrieked, making a movement to get the hair to fall on top of Sango and Miroku.

“Sango! Grab on to me!” Miroku yelled as he pulled at his prayer beads, feeling Sango arm’s clutch his shoulders before the hair dropped on them and enclosing them in a suffocating darkness.

Miroku struggled to get the cloth off his hair, the hair slowly winding itself around his body and squeezing. Sango’s hands tightened on his shoulders, her breath coming out in a gasp.
Miroku’s power rushed to the surface of his skin, illuminating him in a dark green glow.
His nose twitched at the smell of burning hair, and his ears hurt when Yura started screaming at the sight of her beloved hair beginning to burn.

The hair grabbing at him disappeared, and the cloth covering his wind tunnel went loose.

Miroku braced himself and pointed his wind tunnel directly at Yura, Sango still at his back.

Yura screamed against the powerful pull of the wind tunnel began to draw her in, before getting rid of her shock and remembering she was attached to several hairs and couldn’t get far.

Strong hands clasped Miroku under his arms, drawing him up before he could fight back.
“Forget it, she isn’t going to die like that.” Hiten reminded him, dropping him next to Sango on Kagura’s feather.

“There’s gotta be a way to kill the bitch.” Kagura commented, studying Yura’s swaying form.

“Do you see anything we’re not seeing Miroku?” Sango asked him while he kept Yura busy.

Miroku carefully scanned Yura’s hair, looking for some kind of weakness. She wasn’t invincible, there had to be something to kill her with.

He squinted at one of the mountain of hair she had brought with her, grimacing when he saw the thousands of skulls hanging off it.

A flash of bright red caught his attention, and he grinned.

“I need you three to distract Yura for me. I’ll go as quickly as I can, but she can’t see me.” Miroku told them.

They nodded, “Leave it up to us, I’ve been meaning to have a talk with her.” Hiten said, lovingly stroking his lightening staff.

“HA!” Yura cried out as she finally figured out if she allowed hair to be pulled into his wind tunnel she was safe.

Miroku wrapped his arm up, slightly worried about getting a hairball later as Kagura brought them to the ground.

Yura smirked, “There’s not much more you can do now. Just be good boy’s and girls and take it lying down.” Her fingers moved rapidly as her hair rose up to tower over them.

Miroku’s eyes locked on the red skull, “Now!” he cried, and Kagura and Hiten attacked, Sango covering them while Miroku began to climb.

“Take this bitch.” Kagura ordered, her wind slicing off Yura’s hands before a length of hair wrapped around them and reattached them.

“That’s hardly a way to speak to a lady. I suppose this means you didn’t learn the first time!” Yura commented, her hair stretching out to grab Kagura by the leg.

Sango jumped up and cleanly sliced the air above Kagura’s leg, turning back to glare at Yura as Kagura tumbled down.

One of Yura’s hands paused, and she brought a strand of hair that was actually visible to Sango to rub against her cheek, sighing blissfully, “Oh me, oh my. This hair is soooo pretty. Not as pretty as the doggy’s but very close. I can hardly wait to have your little monk man’s hair to be alll mine.”

Sango’s eyes flashed red and she twisted her wrist, one of her mini blades falling out into her palm. “You bitch. Miroku is MINE!” she roared, sending the blade flying, her predatory look turned smug when her blade hit the mark and shorn off half of Yura’s hair.

The strands of hair silently floated down and Yura numbly reached out and gently grasped them, her eyes wide from shock. Looking at the strands, Yura fell to her knees. "NOOOOOOOO!! MY HAIR!MY HAIR! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! "she cried as she clutched the hair to her chest before looking up to Sango unbelievingly, her face a mask of rage. "YOU BRAT! HOW DARE YOU CUT MY PRETTY PRETTY HAIR!"

Yura suddenly screamed in agony, letting her precious hair drift away as she clutched at her head. She dropped several inches, losing her focus as she whirled around to see Miroku firmly holding her red skull between his hands and surrounding his power with it.

“You naughty, naughty boy! Let that go!” she ordered, her fingers digging into her head with each passing moment.

Miroku looked up at her. “No.” he said simply as he flexed his fingers and broke the weaken skull into thin dust.

“NOOOOOO! KIKYO! KIKYO HELP ME! YOU PROMISED!” Yura cried as her form started to shake and tremble, before it finally spilt away into thousands of particles.

Miroku watched as Yura’s hair began to shrivel up and collapse into itself before it finally disappeared in a puff of smoke.

“So she’s dead?” Hiten asked.

Miroku nodded as he wiped his robes clean, the sounds of the battle waging around them finally becoming clear again. “She’s dead.”

Sango looked between her boomerang lying safely on the ground, back to Miroku who was still trying to get the dust off, before running into his arms.

“That was amazing Miroku. I wish my father had seen it.” she told him, holding him tightly and allowed Kagura to make quick work of a soldier about to attack them.

Kagura grunted slightly, “I wish you had let me have more of a shot at her.” she grumbled.

Hiten opened his mouth to say something, before glancing up in the sky and pausing,
“Hey guys, do you notice something weird?” he asked.

They looked up as well. “What is that?” Sango breathed, never seeing anything like it in all her years as a demon slayer.

“It looks like we’re about to find out.” Miroku said, before pushing Sango to the ground as a bright light exploded in the air.

Ayame, Kouga, Hojo and Sayo

“You better keep a close eye on Ayame hotshot. You’d be the biggest moron in the entire world to get her only to lose her two days later.” Mini Kouga warned, prowling restlessly in Kouga’s head.

Kouga gritted his teeth, knowing his demon was only pissed because he wasn’t going to be included in all the fun.

“It’s not freaking fair! Let me out!” his demon whined, panting when Ayame round housed some loser into his next life. “Mmmm, I’m so getting a piece of that when this is all over...provided you don’t let her die.”

“Where the hell is he?” Ayame snapped, running through two men with her sword as she looked around. “I saw that fucking bastard come in with her, Sayo, Hojo, you see that cowering little shithead anywhere?”

Hojo shook his head, watching his commander’s back as Sayo battled a warrior. “Not yet. But I’ll find him.” he promised darkly.

“Who are we looking for?” Kouga asked, his claws ripping down someone’s chest.

“Tesso.” The three of them hissed angrily, hitting their opponents extra hard.

Kouga flicked blood off his claws as the name slowly came back to him.

“Tesso, that’s the fucking bastard who betrayed Ayame!” his demon growled. “That fuck head could have gotten Ayame killed!!! He was gonna hurt MY MATE?! HE WOULD DARE TO BETRAY THE MATE OF KOUGA OF THE EAST?!” his demon roared.

“But wait, we weren't together at the time of the betrayal, so it wouldn't matter would it? Because if she had died she wouldn’t be mine.” He reasoned to himself pondering the matter of ‘what if’s’ “…but if he had….then I never would have gotten together with her….” He paused as the sudden horrible realization hit him….”AND THAT WOULD MEAN WE WOULDN’T HAVE HAD ALL THE SEX!!!!! ….and that's bad, because the sex is good...no, THE SEX IS GREAT!!”

He grinned as he thought back to the fun, fun nights before his turning his mind back to the matter at hand, and realizing…”…and…and that bastard almost stopped me?! Let me fucking at him!!”

“Let’s spilt up. We’ll cover more ground and find him more quickly.” Sayo suggested.

“And I’ll get Ayame allllll to myself once I kill Tesso.” Mini Kouga purred.

Ayame hesitated. “Fine. Yell when you find him. I have a few things I needs to discuss with him.” she said, her eyes flashing red.

Hojo and Sayo quickly bowed in understanding, before setting off in the opposite direction.

Ayame glared at the soldier about to attack them, smirking when his face went pale and he ran away. “Let’s go.” she barked at Kouga and led the way.

“Keep a look out for this Tesso jerk. I can hardly wait to kill him.” Mini Kouga said gleefully, looking forward for the chance to show off in front of Ayame and prove what a good protector he was.

Ayame froze, her body going tense. “There he is.” she hissed, her fists going tight.
Kouga studied the creature with his back to them, hunched over nervously. He hadn’t noticed them yet, he was just trying to avoid getting killed.

Ayame forced herself to relax her body and open her palms up as she called up her power. “Let me clear the area.” she muttered to herself, before shoving her arms out. The ground moved under the soldiers feet, sending them all flying but for Tesso.

Tesso whirled around, fear bright in his beady little eyes as Ayame crouched on the ground next. He turned back around and attempted to run away, but before he could even take a step, the ground roared and a large circle of earth shot up into the air, carrying Tesso, Kouga and Ayame along for the ride. Ayame finally stopped the ground when they were so far up the fall would kill them.

Kouga causally leaned over and checked out the view from above. The fight below looked like it was being fought by ants.
“Damn is our woman powerful.” Mini Kouga said dreamily.

Ayame slowly stood up from her crouch, smiling coldly at the trembling Tesso. “Hello Tesso.”

“You’re...you’re supposed to be dead.” Tesso stuttered, his knees shaking. “Kikyo had you killed years ago.”

Ayame beamed, “She lied! As you can see, I’m alive enough to be able to kill you.”

Tesso fell to his knees, “Please Queen Ayame, spare me!” he begged.

Ayame sneered, “Not so proud and mighty without Kikyo to back you up are you?”

“Please Queen Ayame!”

Ayame rolled her eyes at Kouga, “Is he really serious?”

Kouga cracked his knuckles, “Want me to get rid of him for you?”

Ayame drew her sword, “No, I got it.”

Tesso suddenly went very quiet. “That’s how it’s going to be then?”

“How else did you think it was going to go?” Ayame asked.

Tesso smirked, showing off stained and broken teeth. “To be honest, I was hoping it would come to this.”

Tesso’s already strange skin color turned grey as he dropped down to his hands and knees. Hair broke out all over his face and hands, his limbs melded together and separated while he started to grow larger.

Ayame and Kouga backed up, disgust showing on their faces, “Ew, he isn’t really turning into that is he?”

“I really hope Ayame isn’t one of those woman that scream and get scared. Though it might be kinda nice if she could cling to us...”

Tesso started to laugh once he had finally finished transforming, “Tremble in fear!” he said raspily. “But it won’t help you escape my wrath!”

Ayame stared. “Moron, you’re a giant rat. Get over yourself.”

Tesso glared at them, sticking his long nose in the air while his long, pink tail thumped in annoyance. “You’re just jealous.” he shot back, his grey furry body trembling in anger.
“Of not being a big, dirty, disgusting, creepy looking rat?”

He chomped his over bite at them. “Shut up!” he ordered, and started to stomp towards them.

Ayame studied Tesso as he marched towards them, gnashing his teeth together and acting like a idiot. “We should go for the eyes, that bright yellow color is creeping me out.” she shuddered.

Mini Kouga sighed. “Man, we have the greatest woman in the world.”

“Then once he’s blinded, stab the neck or the chest. Whichever is closest.” she ordered, giving herself a mental high five.

Kouga’s claws extended, ready to pluck Tesso’s eyes out and lay them at her feet. “Got it.”

“...is it just me or does something seem weird about this?”

Ayame raised her arms again, and thousands of leaves shook themselves off nearby trees and flew to her, circling around their battleground like a green whirlwind. Tesso snapped his teeth at her, while his fur slowly started to stand on end.

“See? Like that. That doesn’t...feel right.” Mini Kouga paused. “This isn’t going to be as easy as it looks.” He predicted.

Ayame clapped her hands together, before opening them and blowing softly.

The leaves stopped moving for a spilt second before they surged directly at Tesso, their suddenly razor sharp points glinting in the light.

Tesso smirked again, as his fur expanded and every single one of Ayame’s leaves bounced harmlessly off him, scattering across the ground.

“...fuck. Kill him as quickly as you can.” Mini Kouga urged, jumping up and down in Kouga’s head.

“It won’t be so easy to be rid of me.” Tesso laughed, his tongue flicking out to lick his nose.

“Ok, so it looks like we’re going to have to get up close and personal with him.” Ayame muttered to Kouga.

Tesso suddenly started hacking before a long trail of saliva spat out of his mouth.

Ayame grimaced and stepped back out at reflex, not very shocked Tesso was this
disgusting.

What did shock her however, was how the ground under the spit bubbled and eroded, turning the ground a unhealthy black.

Tesso started to chortle again, “As you can see, Kikyo was kind enough to give me a few gifts when I entered her service.”

“Fucking hurry up and take care of this bastard NOW!” Kouga’s demon roared in his head.

Kouga growled softly in agreement, before jumping in front of Tesso to rake his claws down his face.

Tesso giggled, only feeling a tickle when Kouga tried to tear into him and responded by digging his yellow teeth deep into Kouga’s arm.

Kouga cried out, the acid saliva burning his arm and tricking into the injury Tesso was gnawing at.

“Kouga!” Ayame screamed, rushing up and kicking Tesso hard in the mouth.

Tesso released Kouga and reared back, roaring from the pain while Ayame grabbed
Kouga and dragged him several feet back while he was distracted.

“Here.” she palmed one of her leaves lying on the ground and slapped it on his wound.
“Hold it there, it should help.” she whispered down at him before standing up and in front of him.

“Hey hotshot, see anything wrong with this picture? YOUR supposed to be standing in front of HER.”

“Leave him alone. This is between us two.” Ayame ordered, her entire frame quivering from rage.

“Then he can sit out!” Tesso snarled, before hacking again.

Ayame raised her hand and a wall of dirt shielded Kouga while she flipped out of the way, forcing Tesso to move away from Kouga if he wanted to attack her.

Kouga was nearly wet with sweat, the acid in his veins eating through him. Kami, he never knew something could hurt so much...

He blinked his bleary eyes, trying to gain his focus back so he could help Ayame.

“Finally! A good idea! You know what’s a even better one? TRY HARDER!”

Tesso spat, and Ayame jumped up, only getting a speck on her leg that burned like fire. She landed on his back and tried to drive her sword through the tough fur, but only resulting in dulling the blade before Tesso bucked her off.

She shakily landed on her feet, almost losing her balance but through stubborn will stayed up. “Is that all you got Tesso?” she mocked. “I can’t believe Kikyo ever wasted
her time and powers on you.”

“I told you before to fucking SHUT UP!” Tesso hollered, stomping towards her. He started hacking again, Ayame’s cue to jump up and get out of the way, before his tail snapped up and slammed her to the ground.

“AYAME!”

Tesso curled his body around slowly, Ayame scratching her claws over his tail, trying to get out from under his grip. He grinned, looking like a madman while he allowed saliva to drip down out of his mouth while he got closer and closer to Ayame. The ground sizzled and steam rose up, the smell of burnt earth making Ayame’s eyes water.

She let out a chocked whimper when Tesso allowed a drop of saliva to land on her upper thigh, preparing to open his mouth and wash Ayame down with his acid spit.
“Fucking hell, DO SOMETHING!”

Kouga forced himself to get to his feet, swaying with the effort. The world spun, and the acid in his body seemed to burn hotter.

“Fuck this.”

Kouga suddenly felt himself get yanked out and shoved to the back of his head while his demon took center stage.

Mini Kouga roared, drawing Tesso’s attention away from Ayame as blue marks slashed themselves down his cheeks, his claws grew into wicked points and his fangs reached down over his bottom lip.

“Let. My. Woman. GO!” the demon launched himself at Tesso, easily tearing off the tail pinning Ayame to the ground and punching a claw through one of Tesso’s yellow, beady eyes.

Tesso screamed in pain, releasing all his saliva over Kouga’s legs. Mini Kouga took it without even a whimper as he ground his finger further into Tesso’s eye, hoping to get to the brain and spilt that apart to.

But as he started to ponder just how long his claw would have to be, Ayame slammed her fist on the ground, and all the forgotten leaves laying under Tesso picked themselves up and drove sharp edge first into his soft underbelly.

Blood burst out of Tesso’s mouth. Curiously, Kouga allowed Tesso to fall to the ground as his throat rattled and he gasped for breath.

The fur sunk back under Tesso’s skin and he grew smaller until he looked nearly human again. His one eye looked back up at them as it grew darker, “Damn...you...” he whispered before going completely still.

“Kouga?” Ayame breathed, her eyes filling with tears.

Mini Kouga grinned lecherously at her, “Heya sweetheart. I’ve got sooo many fun things to do before Kouga takes over again. You know your about to be mated to a really boring guy?”

“Oh Kouga your legs!” she said in agony.

Surprised by how distressed she seemed, Kouga glanced down at his legs. Huh. The acid Tesso spilled on them was slowly eating through his flesh.

If he looked close enough he could see a glimmer of bone.

“Sit down you moron!” she yelled, yanking him to the ground so he could recline against her as she frantically place leaves against his wounds.

Mini Kouga turned his head to the side and breathed in Ayame’s scent, finding it was hard to care about much else when he was finally this close to her.

He waggled his eyebrows, “If we can get back to the cabin I have a handy little trick with some whipped cream I want to show you.” he told her suggestively.

Ayame let off a chocked laugh, “If you survive this, I promise you can do anything to me you like. Tie me up, drip honey on me, throw me off a cliff, whatever you want.” she swore, trying to hold back her tears.

Kouga smirked, “It’s a deal...expect for that last part.”

Ayame jerked, staring at something in front of her. “What’s that?” she whispered, holding Kouga to her tighter.

A few yards away from them, a ghostly looking woman hovered in the air, a purple light surrounding her. Her arms were spread up and out, her eyes closed and her mouth moved silently.

Her eyes shot open, and Ayame ducked her head while covering Kouga’s when a sudden light exploded across the sky.



The Slayers

The slayers hunched over their birds, flying silently and nearly invisibly into battle. The sounds of the fighting below them hardly reach their ears as they focused on their current task.

Revenge.

The leader of the slayers scanned the fight, looking for his prey. He smiled predatorily once she was spotted, and motioned for the slayers to start circling her before beginning phase one.

He gestured for them to close in, the slap of rope meeting hands as it was tossed from one person to the other his only acknowledgment was seen.

He looked back to watch several groups of slayers hold a rope tightly while the center one secured it around their waist.

He nodded and the ten slayers tied to their tethers gracefully flipped off their birds. They somersaulted and twisted and turned as they fell, looking as if they were dancing in the air. He could barely see them as they hit the ground and tugged on their ropes, quickly tying then rolling them together as the slayers still in their air released them.

The leader gave a sharp nod of approval as the ten slayers skillfully wove their way around the fight, easily avoiding getting stomped on.

Once they were in position, he gave another nod. Time for phase two.

The slayers urged their birds overhead of their target, waiting for just the right moment.

Their leader reached into the bag he carried across his neck and took out a bomb that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He struck a match against his boot and used the flame to lit the fuse.

Casually, he stretched his hand out and dropped the bomb, watching in satisfaction as it dropped straight down into their target’s blouse.

Pop

He allowed himself to grin when he heard Urasue’s yelp all the way from his height and watched when she frantically started beating at her chest where the bomb exploded.

“Now!” he ordered, and his slayers began to release their own bombs on top of Urasue.

Pop. Pop. PopPopPopPopPop

She walked backward several steps, craning her neck from side to side to see who could be throwing the tiny explosives at her.

The slayers from above followed her, not letting off their attack while the slayers on the field began driving her towards the forest with every stab of their tiny knives in her ankles and legs.

“Oh! Kami, what is this?” she wailed, slapping at herself.

The leader gestured to a group of five slayers waiting by for his order. At his nod, the ground forced their birds into a swan dive straight for Urasue.

The birds chirped loudly and angrily as they went for Urasue’s face and hair, cruelly pecking at her at the slayers urging while the others continued their own attacks.

Urasue clutched at her face and screamed, turning around and running straight into the forest, the slayers helpfully guiding her along.

The leader and the remaining slayers in the air followed closely, eager to watch the final phase play out.

They settled their birds on branches, enjoying the view of Urasue crying and begging as she ran, the ground slayers close on her heels.

Their hearts sped up in anticipation as she ran closer and closer to her own trap.

Closer and closer. Closer and Closer. Closer and closer.

Snap

She let out one last wail as her body weight caused the fake ground to collapse under her.
Her scream echoed off the tight walls of the cavern longer then the sickening sound of metal piercing through flesh did.

After a moment, everything went silent. Their bodies felt so strange...

Their leader’s eyes widened. “Get off the birds!” he ordered, and threw himself off, his people quickly following.

They easily crashed into each other, lying in a heap on the forest floor.

Someone groaned. “Get your fucking arm off my stomach.”

“Lose the leg first jerk.”

Wearily, the leader crawled out from under the pile of people, glancing up and noticing the distance between the ground and the tree branches was much shorter now...
“We’re back!” he announced, jumping up and holding his hands out so he could admire the size.

The slayers cheered, jumping up and down and hugging each other in their happiness.

Their leader drew his sword out, “Now let’s go show them what real warriors are made of!” His suggestion met with more cheering, and as they marched back to the battlefield under the thick cover of trees, they missed the bright light expand across the sky.

AN: Can anyone tell I was listening to the Mission Impossible theme song when I wrote the slayers part? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!