He really shouldn’t have shouted.  While the soldiers by the vehicles didn’t react immediately, someone else with equally as good hearing as Kenta dropped in.  A bolt of electricity ran up the ground towards him.  It washed over his body disrupting the control of his plasma as it lost form.  The volume fell away before changing into a gas.

It was enough force to knock Kenta off his feet.  “Damn…”  A numbness swam through his muscles making it difficult to move.  He forced his head to move.  Who attacked him?  It couldn’t have been the UN, they were normal.  Who was the bastard that betrayed them?

Slowly out of the shadows, a Japanese man in a UN uniform stepped out.  Electricity sparked around his arm as he marched forward.  “Surrender peacefully and there will be no more violence.”

“Bastard, you sold us out to the UN?”

“This is the only way to peace.”

“The hell it is!  We won’t know any peace with the way they’re treating us.  So go to hell!”  Kenta found enough of his control back to push himself up to his knees before the man stood before him.  Electricity bounced over his forearm glowing blue over his uniform.  It painted Kenta’s face in an azure highlight as he stared up.

“I tried.”  He raised his hand up as the sparks brightened with intensity.  A moment of hesitation drew in time before he struck down only to hit air.  Kenta’s body fell through the ground disappearing from sight of the soldier.

Kenta gasped, blinking around seeing himself in the backyard of someone’s property.  He turned to see Yuki reach down to help him up.  Accepting the help, they quickly embraced knocking a hand against their backs.  “Sorry, man, I had to.”

“I know.  Family is important, no matter the cost.”

He squeezed in the hug fighting his emotions.  “They’re taken!  I couldn’t…  Yuki!”

“We’ll save them.  We’ll just need to find the right moment.”

They separated and Kenta nodded.  He stiffened up a little as he forced down the heat.  “I will save them.  We will.”

Chapter 635 – Heated Faith

“Nothing will stop me!” Kenta shouted back to the woman with the apartment finally settling.  He extended his hand out calling on his plasma once more with a spark as it extended out.  His hand closed over the formed hilt as he clasped his free hand over it slamming his fists together.  In a quick sweeping arc, he drew out his hand cleaning the shape into a blade, a katana.  “No more of her little games!  I’ll fight how I know!”

“You fight alone.”

“I am never alone!  Never!”  His body shook with images and thoughts passing through him.  He glared across at the teenage girl.  It was settled.  His emotions wouldn’t allow him to take any other course now.

Kenta charged in swinging with both hands to bring his full force down.  His plasma formed katana sliced into her enlarged forearm.  It actually sunk in deep, but not before she batted him away.  She grabbed him up by his chest and extended her arm knocking him through a wall into another room.

A blast in front of him around her hand went off loosening her grip.  Kenta escaped before crashing into another wall.  He coughed and staggered away feeling the stress on his chest.  ‘Damn…’  Around him, the furniture of the office was thrown into the corner from his crash.

He wiped away the blood raggedly staring through the destroyed wall at the girl.  His chest rattled from the last hit, but his blood still boiled.  Kenta tightened his grip on his weapon.  A deep scream came out of him as he charged back at her.

A failed slash into a dodge put him on her rear.  Yet that didn’t even last long as she whipped around with her enlarged arm.  He dropped to the floor, but that only set him up for her follow up.  Her foot came down on him.  Kenta protected himself with his katana the best he could, but her weight only increased.  It made his eyes widen as he felt her foot get heavier suddenly.

She was going to crush him.  Somehow like before he felt she weighed the same as a car maybe more.  And it was increasing even more.  Each second that passed, he groaned as his blade and arm pressed closer to his chest.  The floor behind him complained with the weight.  It wasn’t designed for the pin point pressure applied.

Kenta felt some sweat building up as he didn’t know which would give in first.  Would the floor collapse or his ribs?  He didn't have the strength or position to be able to lift her off him anymore.  Even rolling out of the way was impossible.  He looked around the room to see if there was anything he could use.  But what could help him get a truck off his chest.  It would all just break.  He had to do something himself.

The crushing pain started to wash away the rage giving him more clarity.  He already recognized the situation that he was in, but the sober mind put that in acute attention.  Worse, it made him lose more of his grip and panic.  Her foot smashed against him as his katana evaporated.  His arms remained his only defense, for as much as that mattered.

He looked around again with his mind clear only to hear something crack.  The deep guttural sound made him uncertain if that came from within or below.  ‘Shit!  She’s just going to kill me!  This psycho cultist bitch…’

Fear bled through his body replacing the anger.  He questioned if he could even produce his plasma at the moment.  His whole body ached and felt hot with sweat.  He ground his teeth trying to find any strength in his arms as the pressure increased yet again.  ‘How the hell am I supposed to deal with someone crazy like this?!’

“Always look at the surroundings.  Think about the problem and what the end goal is.  Don’t focus on how to escape, think back from the success and see yourself acting.”  The voice of Chiharu echoed back to him, giving him a little bit of the fury back in return.  It pumped some blood back into his arms resisting the girl.

Kenta coughed a bit, spitting out some blood.  “Damn, brat!”  He got a strange look from the girl even as he ignored her.   The image of the training that the kid forced him through pounded through his skull.  It made her voice bounce around like she haunted him.  “I’ll never live it down…if this is my end!  She won’t have the last laugh on me!”

Strikes and routines slammed into him over the weeks resurfaced.  She got back into his head.  It frustrated him, but surprisingly didn’t make his emotions flare nearly as much.  Angry as she made him, just seeing was enough to want to fly at her.  But her words spoke to him.  “Shit…”

She was right.

He hated it.  Hated her.

Dammit!

He closed his eyes, focusing on his dilemma.  ‘The goal, not the problem.  Goal, problem.  The goal is to win!’  Kenta felt a subconscious slap as though Chiharu was displeased.  ‘I need to be free from this so that I can keep fighting.  I got to get out from under her foot.’

The end result was obvious, such that he hated himself for repeating it.  But it was part of the process.  His mind thought about his options.  ‘Escaping, understanding my strength isn’t the answer.  Remove the floor and I can escape.’  Once he said that, his eyes opened wide.

Now he was slapping himself for being so blind to such a simple and obvious solution.  He saved a curse for the kid later on as he focused his mind on the immediate problem, his chest being crushed by a giant foot.

Kenta grit his teeth together and braced himself as purple light flashed around him on the floor.  A series of small detonations went off cracking the floor.  It groaned under him as the foot brought the rest of the pressure forcing his body through the floor into the apartment below finally freeing himself.

Before the girl could do anything more, he evaded out of sight if she had a follow up.  He pressed himself up against the wall coughing again feeling his chest with his hand.  Dull pain spread throughout him as the sharp pressing faded away.  “C’mon breath.  You got a fight still dude!  Against the beast woman…”

Speaking of the beast, a sudden almost bullet-like object punched through the ceiling.  He snapped his sight up trying to figure out what happened.  It was different from her usual attacks, assuming it was even her.  She had never attacked with anything but her body before.  “A gun?  Really?  Now?!”

He jumped away even though whatever it was didn’t hit near him.  The hole in the floor steamed a little and went much further than he would have thought for a bullet.  Then another shot went through the ceiling making a larger hole the size of a baseball.  Debris flew in his face as the ceiling was ripped apart from the impact.

Even with his move the second hit came closer, like she narrowed in on him.  “The hell, that’s no gun!  You lobbing bowling balls at me, you crazy cultist bitch?!”  He heard an odd sound only for another hole to appear as he leapt out of the way.

Kenta crashed into a cupboard of the kitchen he originally sought for shelter.  But now a third hole punctured the floor and wall.  With a better angle, though haphazardly laying in the cabinet, he could see the hole.  It went through out of sight, managing to break through at least two floors of the apartment, maybe more.  Though stranger still was after the first two which looked round this didn’t have the same shape.  It looked jagged and rectangular.

He clawed slowly out of the shelving trying not to give out his position.  She seemed to have a good ear somehow.  ‘That’s not her body like before.  It’s like with her shrinking wounds, right?  But what the hell is she doing?  That sort of strength…it’s not just throwing…’  Kenta glanced back to the ceiling seeing the girl through the last hole she made before it blocked out suddenly.  “Shit!”

Diving through the kitchen, he reformed his daggers cutting an “X” through the wall as he punched through.  Behind him half the kitchen floor disappeared with the last strike.  Kenta rolled over the floor of whatever dark room he fell into.  He quickly stopped himself to look back where the little bit of light was pouring in through the large gap.  “Crap…how the hell am I supposed to fight against a chick that fires artillery at me?!”

Suddenly through the hole in the ceiling, the moonlight dimmed as he knew what happened.  He swore heavily through his teeth glaring at the shadowed figure of the woman he became so familiar with tonight.  Kenta shifted his plasma back into the katana shape as its glow filled the dark room with a faint purple-red hue.

“Can’t throw worth shit, so had to come down here to face me?”  He fixed his sword in front of him preparing for whatever craziness that the girl had planned.  All that worked for him now was bravado.

However, that did nothing for her.  Suddenly, the wall exploded in debris as a large chunk flew at him.  He tried to dodge, but the mass took out his katana along with smashing into his shoulder.  The force flung him back against the wall, cracking it and spraying blood up the wall.  “Shit…”

Pinned against the wall, half his body stuck unwilling to move for him.  Kenta panted, having trouble feeling his right arm anymore.  He stubbornly forged his katana in his left hand as the light splashed over his body.  Blood sprayed over his clothes with skin exposed and unclear how deep it went in the blood.  “This ain’t over!”