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	Tiny strikes a fighting pose, a pistol in one hand, threads drooping off the other, a sorta mix between Alucard, and Walter...however, he presses a finger on his right hand, his gun hand, to his ear, hearing something Asura can't. "...apperently, you're no longer the head of my to kill list Asura. That's good. Go take Maka home, I'm sure her brains regrow...right? I mean, you did turn her into a Kishin, if I remember right...anywho, Cya, got to go see if an angel's feathers make good pillows..." He says, before seeming to sink into the ground like a specter. However, Asura could see he is making a b-line towards a group of people, including a Demon, Issac, some of his friends and...oh no....
	As Khaine and Issac began their barter, all of them could feel it. A disturbance, one in the very fabric of where they stood. A being, bending the rules of what held things together, rushing though the soil, like a shark though water.....and it was about to surface. Moving nearly to fast to keep track of, Tiny springs from the soil, no explosion of soil behind him...where does he spring forth from? Directly under Khaine's feet, his pistol aimed at Ilyndriel, his intent to have a singular bullet rip though her skull, and destroy her brain, and her, in a flash. It all seems to slow down, as the hammer begins to click downwards....









Click. Bang.



Gunpowder expands, a round being forced down the iron barrel at immense speeds....But, another factor was at play. A voice spoke, a wavelength crashed, as a wave of anger, and adrenaline would find its way into Asura, Issac, and Khaine. The fury, of someone seeking vengeance, for a crime most foul. This burst, this rush, is what allows Issac to swing his blade,  sending the bullet skittering away from his friend, and into one of the insect warriors behind him, the shot exploding with an exceptional amount of force, ripping apart the insects, save for Issac. The flames pass over him, singeing his clothing, but little more, him shielding her. Khaine is free to do with this momentary rush as he pleases, but a voice deep down tell him....stab the man coming out of the ground. Rip him apart...piece by bloody piece. To destroy him. To make it so no amount of regeneration would save him.
	
	Asura's anger subsides rapidly, as if it'd not been meant for him, he being caught in a relative explosion. Looking around for the cause....Maka's body is violently convulsing, as the man from before is squatting down beside her, seemingly repairing her brain with a pair of tweezers, a strange potion, and, weirdly, his own blood. "Man, even with complete "Brain" death, her body is still stitching itself back together...and her spirit is radiating such pure...Hate....I'm honestly jealous...." He...or, she, says, her voice betraying her true gender. Asura notes, this person feels partially familiar. As if he'd known them, or someone close to them.....but he does learn one thing, should he use his soul sight on her....

She's a witch.