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Kensuke shows up to the group.
"If you've made your resupplies, we have to hurry along."

"So, your dad was....that kinda guy, huh? Not that I mean to pry or say anything bad about him."

"Well, you, Akari and Akutagawa really cleaned everything up. Well, mainly you and Akutagawa, anyway. Anyway, Saya and I were about to go have some lunch."

Saya shook her head, before wrapping her arm around Akihiko's shoulders.
"Well....you know, I can help too. Aki-kun is my responsibility too, after all."
Then the poking. Akihiko rolls his eyes.
"Well, you know what they teach us there, right? You don't start a fight, you end one. I can't be picking fights all the time. Saya here might kill me if I get myself messed up. Can't let her worry."

Mammon just stares at Momo for a brief moment.

Then, he takes his helmet off, silently, letting the sight speak for itself.

"Pleasure doing business!"
Weapons have been bought and will be placed in inventories.

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"Heh. Observant as always, huh?"

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"We have resources. Not in as much quantity, but..."

Saya squirms slightly at the mention of the fight, but Akihiko nods at Mildred.

"You know nobody's gonna try to come after me after that. What brings you to school for once, huh, Honda?"
"Well....I WAS recruiting for the Helper's Club. But uh....I'm not getting any real luck picking up any members...."

It was late at night in Mishima.

His eyes were on his next target. A lone man, sprinting home under the cover of streetlights, a bag of convenience store food clutched tightly. 

The half-demon grinned behind his mask, clutching a small, shadowy pod in his hand, watching him from a nearby roof, crouching.
"What a bore. You couldn't possibly make an interesting monster. But....it's been too calm here lately."
He held the pod up to his eye. The pod coursed with demonic energy, shadowy tendrils gently reaching out. They ignored him; their power coursed through his veins already, but he had mastered it, dominated it. He knew what it would bring out.

The inner demon, the monster within all men. This seed would awaken it, feed it with the power of negative emotions and desires and when the demon had had its fill...

"....well, that promise...he owes me. Let's see what kind of monster you'll make."

He moved, faster than any human possibly could, leaping between roofs to catch his target. He was nowhere near where he needed him to be, but then, it didn't matter.

"Well...this should be-"

Suddenly, a white blur flashed out of the corner of his vision. The half-demon slid back, barely avoiding a swipe from a flaming blade. His head swung towards his new companion. Another grin behind his mask.
"Well. Well. The White Knight of Mishima."
A knight in red and white armor stood before him, one hand clutching a flaming blade made of white, gleaming steel, the other behind a plain white kite shield. The gem inset in the middle of his helmet was glimmering like fire, and his red cape billowed in the night wind. He pointed his blade at the half-demon.
"You're not getting away this time. I finally caught you."
"You like my handiwork? It seems you're always just a second late. Not this time, though."
"Those people....how dare you turn them into monsters?"
"Monsters? You and I have those monsters in us too, you know. Our power comes from the same place as theirs."
"Save me the 'we're no different' speech."
"Save me the hero act. We both know what you want."

The knight clenched his sword.
"You bastard."
"Tell her hello for me."

That did it.

The knight lunged at him, flaming sword flashing through the night. The hooded half-demon barely avoided the first strike, retaliating with a sweep of his hands, sending shards of dark ice hurtling out at his opponent. Deadly silent, the knight raised his shield and ran forward, smashing the icicles aside with his raised shield, hurtling into a running leap. The hooded half-demon once again barely dodged the second blow, shaking his head as he slid away, feeling the heat of his enemy's blade.

"So. You're as powerful as they say you are."

The knight didn't grace him with a response, electing to swipe at him with a burst of light. The hooded figure didn't have time to dodge, taking the blast head on and throwing him across the roof with a yelp, landing across the roof and cracking the tiles beneath him.
"Dammit...it doesn't seem like I'm ready to fight you right now. Fine."
Pulling himself to his feet, the hooded figure ran, sprinting across the roofs of Mishima. The knight sheathed his blade and ran after him, metal clinking on stone and ceramic. The hooded figure looked around, waiting for something, anything to take advantage of, but nothing was in sight, and the knight was gaining on him.

"It seems I'll need to....break that out."

Suddenly, he dipped below roof level, disappearing into the streets. The White Knight paused, stuttering to a stop, hand on his hilt. A few moments passed.

A purple blur jumped up onto the roof from where the hooded figure had disappeared. Another Kaijin stood before him now, clad in a purple kimono, her head concealed behind a horned helm. In her gloved hand, a simple, plain katana hung with a red blade, sparking with violet lightning.

"..."

The knight visibly hesitated. He'd heard about this Kaijin. She was strong, her strikes fast. He hadn't planned on fighting two of them tonight.

But if he was in the way of justice, then....

"Oh, dear. You always get so easily fooled."

[Now Playing: Theme of Scathach ~~Flash Control~~]

A flash of black steel and purple light soared past the white knight and slashed at the new Kaijin, purple light cutting through the hooded figure's illusions as he fell backwards, lashing out with a whip of black shadows. The shadows found no purchase; his opponent was too fast.
"How the hell did you...."
The black Kaijin settled next to the White Knight. She was clad in black armor, her face hidden behind a violet, crystalline visor, and the ends of her arms were as blades, splitting apart at the end into triangle blades to act as fingers. Her legs were also blades, ending in sharp points, and behind her, wings of purple energy faintly glimmered, propelling her off the ground.
"My, my. You should really be careful, Gawain. What would you do without me?"
"That illusion was convincing, Scathach."
"....so, you two are working together? My....I should've seen that coming. The White Knight and the Princess of Calamity."
"You'll make a woman blush. Partner, shall we?"

Without a response, Gawain stormed forwards, drawing his blade once more to strike at his opponent, while Scathach followed up, hands turning once more into blades.

The air briefly smelled of ozone.

Suddenly, a violet slash rent the air between Gawain, Scathach and the hooded figure, casting the approaching pair back with a burst of lightning and electricity. Another Kaijin appeared, clad in a purple kimono, her head concealed behind a horned helm. In her gloved hand, a simple, plain katana hung with a red blade, sparking with violet lightning. This was the real article.

"..."
"Durga. Thank God you got here, I-"
"Save it. He wanted me to save you, Andras."

Grabbing the hooded figure by his arm, Durga soared off into the sky. Scathach yelled wordlessly, a violet lash of energy appearing from the tip of one of her arm blades as she cast it upwards to catch the retreating pair, but the horned Kaijin replied with a slash of her sword, lightning striking where sword and whip met. The black Kaijin yelped, drawing her whip back and wringing her injured appendage.

"Til we meet again, Gawain."

The pair disappeared into the night. Gawain exhaled, sheathing his blade.
"I almost had him."
"Don't worry. We'll get him. I believe in you."
"One year of chasing ghosts and I finally had him....but...."
He stared into the distance.
"If he's allies with Durga....it's going to be hard."
"Don't sell yourself so short. You're just as strong. And you got me."
"....take this seriously."
"I am. Besides...I'm here for another reason. It's late. We have school tomorrow. Come on."
"....I'll keep looking. One more hour."
"Fine. I'll look with you. But one more hour."

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Elsewhere in the city....
Durga and Andras touched down in an alleyway, the two Kaijin slipping into the shadows to avoid being seen.

A tall, robotic-looking Kaijin approached them, clad in blue and white plates, a single red eye staring at him as he towered over both of the new arrivals.
"The hell were you doing up there? I had Hana looking all over for you."
"Sneaking around, possibly."
"Hey. I was looking for Akuma, okay? You know those things can just....show up, you know?"
Durga stared at him. While her face was hidden, Andras could tell she was staring daggers at him.
"....come on. That's not fair."
"If you didn't find any, let's just go. No point sticking around in these forms. Come on, let's find somewhere a little less public to change back."

The tall Kaijin sprinted off. Andras simply chuckled, staring at Durga, before following him.

Durga clenched her fist.
"...."
"....he....never sits right with me."
From the shadows, a cat-like Kaijin approached, her voice light, and the material comprising their body resembling dark, smooth metal.
"Did you catch him this time?"
"No. I don't know what he was doing up there. It didn't feel right. A bunch of other Kaijin showed up."
"....does he know you're suspicious? You have to tell him."
"He's too trusting. Besides...without proof, all I can be is suspicious."

The cat-like Kaijin patted her on the back.
"Maybe next time, Hanako."

Aside from, well, a mild tingle, Freya's blood does nothing to Keith.

"I....don't know, Jarvis. Hellrealm demons aren't supposed to be resurrected with holy magic, but....I can try. I owe it to them to try."
Serena closed her eyes, extending her hand over the ashes.
"True Resurrection."

The ashes glow briefly. Suddenly, several pillars of water begin to flow upwards from the ground below, enshrouding and swirling around and through the ashes, as the ashes dissipate. The waters form into the shape of the burned demons, swirling and shifting as they take form, and in a single instant, the water falls to the ground, revealing the incinerated demons, brought whole again. They look down at themselves, looking at their reformed bodies, before staring at Serena.

"wao"

To save face, she grins confidently.
"Hmph. I knew it'd work all along. I am a Goddess, after all."
"Impossible. That's....holy magic. That would....that's never worked on demons. How....?"
Serena shrugged.
"I dunno. I just....did, I guess?"