"I'll kill him" Hino urges himself. Pressing against the trigger.

  Charging forward towards the Weapon Demon, struggling to balance the mechanical sword in his arms. Missing the first shot, with DW shifting to the side. Pressing his three-barreled gun arm, against Hino's gut. "Boom" the mechanical voice spoke directly inside, leaving a confuse look on Hino as he lay on the floor-watching the Weapon Demon walked passed him-unable to feel the lower half of his being.

  "That was quick" Tapping the gun's barrel against his metallic head, stretching his arm out towards Ten. "Shall we go ahead then?".

  "I'm tired" Ten sighs, walking passed the Weapon Demon without a second in between. Back arching all the way to the back, gagging from the blood coughing out from the inside. "You ninja" he mourns, hand pressed against a large slash drawn across his chest. "I'm gonna kill you now" he turns back with a punch towards the face.

  "I though it would last another round" he sighs disappointed, staring at a smoking knuckleduster, beginning to crack. "I'm gonna have to kill you" pointing the tip of the sword towards DW.

  Repositioning his lower jaw and smiling, the demon charges. Guns blazing, swinging and striking the barrel towards the ninja as he blocks and parries everything against him. "I'm gonna rip you into pieces!" a hook opens up from the side of his arm, locking against the blade.

  Pushing pressure forward with the blade of the sword, pressing lightly against the surface of the Weapon Demon's metallic neck as subtle spark begin to fly from it. Showing his knife like teeth with his bandolier braids begin to slither in the air around the two. "Don't take my heroic spotlight!!!" Hino yells along with the engine blaring loudly as he charges forward.

  "No distractions" the Weapon Demon stretching one of his leg towards an inch from his face. Stunted from the sudden action, entrance by what was unfolding in front of him. Legs unfolding like the skin of a fruit peeling backwards, inside the leg a narrow barrel sprouted out from it. "Boom" DW mutters, firing from his leg-sending his sword out the train with Hino fumbling down on the floor once more.

  Kicking Ten aside, turning his focus towards Hino. "What are you gonna do now?" he asked towards Hino, wondering what he would so now. "Why would you care?" Hino scoffs. "You caught my interest".

  Getting up on his legs, clenching his fist together. "I still have hands to use" spitting a drop of blood from the back of his mouth. Surprised and proud at the response, "I like it" he smiles with his teeth reflecting the face of Hino on all of them.

  Running and leaping towards his foe, with fists pummeling without effect towards DW's metallic face. "That doesn't work" Ten sighs "You should stop".

  "Yeah listen to your friend" the Weapon Demon stood still, disappointed at Hino's unaffected attacks. "Balls then!!!" Hino yells, striking into the crouch.

  An echo rings through out the train. "Fuck my leg" Hino cries out on the floor, holding on to his foot. "I don't have any balls" DW reveals "This is just human skin" he points out towards Hino. Reaching hand towards Hino, sinking his fingers into his neck as he struggles. Hands throwing out towards the air, fingers trying to claw out at everything. On another compartment of his arm, another gun opens out pointed towards Hino's forehead.

  "You wear skin?" Ten asked, uninterested to do much. Ignoring Hino's struggle in the grip of his arm, the Weapon Demon turns his head a full 180 degrees. "This skin's owner was a Russian survivor during the disaster" the demon admits "I bet you never heard about that country anymore, it isn't on the maps".

  "Now shall we?" asking Hino, receiving nothing as the window their standing next to shatters. With the shards spreading everywhere as if something as just invited themselves on to the train. "I just needed time" Hino answers, holding up his returned chainsaw-sword. "How?" the demon and the ninja both asked.

  Blood was splashed inside the train, the source from the severed arm of the Weapon Demon, then something else started to grow from the truncated parts. Sharp pieces of metal and wires, wrapping themselves up around one another, a scene so organic in nature yet so alien. "Cutting my arm off" he chuckles to himself "Your fun". Pushing hard as he groans with the metal growing in size. Growing and pulsating in a shape of a cocoon.

  Right from the stump of it, five smaller looking cocoon-slowly wiggling out between the plates, spilling blood out from the gaps between. Grotesque in looks as they stretch and contorted into fingers. "What the hell?" Hino questions, gripping tightly against the handle of his weapons-wondering whether to press the trigger now. Why was he hesitating? Pressing his free hand as his stomach starting to feel uncomfortable.

  Clawing his fingers into the metal, shedding its layer of the wall. Watching as the demon yawns and stretches his limbs before reaching to the back of his nape-untangling a stitch behind it. "What's that?" Ten questions, pulling his sword forward watching as the demon undoes the strings-opening up a slit as he squeezes his fingers inside.

  "What the hell are you!!!" disturbed as bits and pieces of flesh begin to shake and leak, the deeper his fingers go, with the sloshing sound of flesh being move about inside. "Be quiet" the demon responded "Hang in a minute" he added, somehow choking himself before beginning to raise out what was inside.

  A visible bump was noticeable. Bulging out from his back, even the his large coat could cover the oddity as it slowly makes its way up to the top of his neck. Black in colour, covered in bits and pieces of flesh and blood vessels wrapped around its cylindrical shape. Pieces of flesh and skin drip from between the many spikes decorated around the pole like object, ending with a curved blade that raises the hair on Hino's neck.

  "Spinal-chord sword" he announces.

  "How are you standing?" Ten asked, dropping his sword on the ground. "Who know?" the demon sarcastically remarks, chopping his other arm off. "Wait what?" Hino realizes, seeing the Weapon demon's gun arm falling off.

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  "Surprised?" DW asked, looking down as Hino stumbles to the ground. Trotting towards Hino's ignoring Ten as he drags his sword on the ground as a trail of sparks begin to form. "Listen! Get up I want a round two this instant!" he orders with his severed arm fully regrown.

  "I expect you get up a thousand and one times" Princi's words spoked to him, biting his teeth as he stands. "Yeah" his tone lower then before. "I need something to kill".

  "That's why I love yaa" he smiles, pressing both his feet against Hino, staying momentarily in the air with steam bursting from his knee. Baaammm!!!! like a piston, pushing up-launching Hino with unimaginable force out the train with the sudden change of pressure-ripping the rest of the train apart into the air.

  "I love yaa Hino!!" he could hear his roar somewhere in the air. "Show me more!!!" he appears swinging his sword down at him, teeth an inch away from his face. "Your breath stinks" he managed to say, struggling to go up against gravity and the impossible weight of the Weapon Demon stacked on him.

  Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmm!!! the chains on the chainsaw-sword clashes against the metal with sparks burning their way into his flesh. His arms burn and ache, with the strength in his arm beginning to dwindle every second. "I got people to protect you hear me!!!" Hino shouts in frustration.

  "Harder Harder"

  "SHUT UP-" slamming his head into the teeth of the demon, incapacitating him before kicking himself away from the demon. With one of the knife-like teeth, imbedded in his left eye and a few other ones, broken with their shards caught between his flesh. "I'm gonna enjoy murdering you!!!" Hino yells crashing his way down on the demon.

  "I'm not done yet!!" charging forward. The feeling of weakness all forgotten with this surge of adrenaline and strength flowing in his being, as he swings and swings. "I'll cut! I'll slash! I'll chop you to a million pieces!!!" Hino chants swinging one after another without rest. Seeing an opening he swings once more. Somehow out of reach from where too hit. Had his body failed him? Did he swing to early? Was he too far?

  "Sloppy move" the Weapon Demon notices, punching the knife deeper into Hino's faces. "That should put you down".

  "No no no No!!" he panics, ignoring the eruption in his eye as he charges forward, taking a final swing.

  Shards ran passed the two of them in the air, some grazing passed by others managing to embed themselves onto them. A strong gust of air, absorbed the two of them into his sudden vortex before sending them both flying back. The broken handle of the chainsaw-sword gripped tightly in his hands and the spinal-chord sword landing a far from the two of them. "Look at this mess" the demon spoke, taking noticed of the fallen wreckage the surrounds them. Broken debris and even the landscape around had warped into a dysfunctional mess. Parts of the train's car still remained intact, now flips on its side or half buried in the ground.

  "What a masterpiece we have created. Don't yaa think so?"

  "Now what would you do now-" his words cut short with blood bursting out from his teeth. "This" Hino answered, the top of his head covered in his blood. Without hesitating, Hino strikes, throwing blow after blow, left and right, up and down, the teeth, the head, the jaw, everywhere. "I have to kill here now!!" he yells to himself. "Here!" "Here!" "Here!" "Here?".

  "This should be what you would doing" the demon spoke, catching Hino's punch. "You were exciting. I give you that" he added "But can you do this" he laughs, sinking his fingers into his knuckles, snapping them all. "Ohh you think that's painful? I'll show you something more!!!" he laughs, twisting his arm-allowing the pain to bite down against his arm. Sticking out from his elbow, the snapped bones of his forearms laid spit apart for him to witness. Now without his body recovering from the damage......

  "Now ain't that lovely?" the Weapon Demon ask-listening to Hino crawling around the dirt, in agony. "HEAL!" "HEAL!" "HEAL!" he continued to cry towards the ground. "Grow a pair" the demon retorts, striking down Hino before clobbering him again and again. "Come on you got another hand" he yells, punching his lower jaw "Get up!! Entertain me!!" he continues to strike against his head. Dripping off the end of his lips, blood and cracked pieces of teeth spilled over.

  "What are you gonna do next?" he asked, blocking his view of the afternoon sun above them. Holding back tears with his remain arm, clawing onto the Weapon Demon's coat. "This" he cries out, ramming his head the jaw once more-"And this!!" he cried out, throwing a punch.

  "This again" sighing, catching another punch. "Don't you get sick of losing a hand?" before sinking his teeth into it. "Tell me isn't this art?" he continued to spout over Hino's cries and pleads. Guiding his metallic bulky fingers between Hino's with a width that fits tightly between already mangled fingers. "Ain't this beautiful?" he asked sinking his teeth back into the areas that still hold themselves together. "No stop!! Stop!!!" the words couldn't leave his mouth, fallen caught between fits of intolerable agony and the begging for death to just reach its palms out.

  "Why aren't you smiling?" the demon question, perplexed at the lack of reaction in Hino. "Why aren't you laughing!!" stomping on the ground "Don't you enjoy this?!!".

  Swept by the wind with the grass ruffling around them with the smell of burnt remnant mix in between. "Do you see that over there?" the Weapon demon pointed out towards a few set of buildings so far out, its shape thin as a line drawn on a piece of paper. "I think that's where your friends are at"-catching Hino's attention. "Honestly I don't want to go over there, does low idiots can handle all that" the demon sighs, lighting a cigarette from a build in lighter in his finger.

  "You know. You must have made Morrigan very scared to have him send me over, you know that?" the demon laughs, swallowing his cigarette down. Clapping his hands in a gesture of thankfulness, wearing a morbid grin on his face-drops of blood seem to slide down from the tip of his jaw as he crouches over Hino. "We made such a wonderful experience don't we?" he asked only to receive a chipped tooth spat at him.

  Ignoring it he continues speaking, somehow facing nobody else as he spoked. "You know I wished this could last forever? Well I finally though of an idea. Want to hear it?"

  "Yeah ok, I'll begin now. I'm gonna split you apart and since you can't heal, the feeling is gonna be exciting for you. First you bone would slowly feel like their about to pop then you muscles will stretch out like a rubber band as you feel every fiber beginning to snap. One strand at a time.... "

  Clapping his hand as he clears his throat. "Then your skin. That's the last one to break apart. Finally I'll keep you alive, semi-conscious, no body but you will get to see what I will do" he clinches his fist high. "First I'll scoop your brains out and preserve them, then I'll slaughter every single life you have ever touch or will touch and finally..." he chuckles to himself, pressing against his stomach "I'll rebuild you"

  "So we could play.....forever and ever"

  Unclenching his jaw, with the chain on either side of his jaw beginning to turn-widening the chasm that laid dark within it. More gears began to turn and grind themselves, echoing out into a melody of a massacre with the barrel of gun poking itself out in daylight. "G00D 3YE! H1n0" a radio like voice announced, coming from a speaker somewhere in his chest. "S13EP W311. 4 M3"

  Reaching out. His mangled hands, trembling. "Is this it?" he asked, unable to see with the blood covering over the remaining good eye he has, now only seeing a shadowy figure looking down at him, in a crimson view. Standing behind this figure, a hooded figure, a head above the one that crouches down toward him, with such an abrupt present he could react or mutter out anything.

  In a quick flash, the first figure collapsed to the ground, now only the hooded figure was watching over him now. Had death finally answered his prayers?