[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

Kiara was speechless, her hands over her mouth in horror. What could she say? She had just watched someone-No, just watched [i]herself[/i] tear her way out of the skin of a girl she had been counseling. Watched [i]herself[/i] speak in such a manner. Watched [i]herself[/i] reveal that she was the one who had killed the girl, who had been responsible for all of this...

How did someone react? How did someone respond to something so awful, done by what could only be themselves?

"Hold your tongue."

Benienma's small frame was trembling with rage. That skin... that was all that remained of Saikawa Mary. The poor girl had been killed and turned into nothing more than a disguise. The enma was not one who rose to such anger easily, even when faced with battle against truly evil opponents. But to speak ill of the dead. To use their remains as a tool to conceal one's identity. To unabashedly take pleasure in recounting their death. The thing that sat before them, no matter her resemblance to the kindly nun who had been assisting them, was nothing more or less then pure evil. Her existence was like a black tar staining the world.

Her grip tightened on the hilt of her katana.

"You recognized me as an enma, didn't you?" she asked, "Then you understand that there's only one fate in store for you, that's the ultimate judgement of Benienma!"

Magical energy surged through her small frame, suffusing her entire being as she prepared to unleash her ultimate strike of condemnation. A blow made to cleave through those judged as the ultimate among sinners. Nothing less could be allowed for this atrocious thing. This black spot of pure evil. This murderer who took pleasure in suffering. She'd cut her down in an instant. She'd deliver the Judgement of Hell and sever her very life apart!

But before she could exact her judgement, a very familiar face ripped his way free of the floor itself.

Benienma's eyes widened for a moment. She had suspected that Hijikata hadn't died, but...!

"You... you add the enslavement of a Heroic Spirit to your sins?!" she snapped, switching into a move defensive stance as she kept her position between the resurrected Berserker and herself. Even if he had been her opponent, the redheaded girl had recognized Hijikata's skill and pride even in their short bout. To see him dragged up as a mere puppet...

"... Mastah, Sessyoin-san, Liu-san, get yourselves to safety," she said, readying her small body, "I won't let either of them to follow. I'll strike her down here and now!"

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