"Am I just lucky that the new queen of Pluto is just one little kid with good enough weapon language, but nothing compared to me? That Harun of mine trained you I suppose? The perfect assistant being your enemy must have killed you a while ago, and then I came along, what could you have even done?" Psycho chuckled menacingly.
"Either way, Pluto has failed this time against me, thanks to you and your 'princess rescue team'. I just am done with Pluto… now this land will be where my research will prolong. Think of the possibilities… hundreds could take down Pluto. When Pluto will be my weapon… I could just be the Rahambose of history. My motives are good like his. Dragon or not, it doesn't matter now." Psycho finally seemed to have finished his monologue.
"You talk a lot," Kara said.
"Well, you just haven't seen my lot yet, and are down at my first, Fake Queen," Psycho scoffed.
"You are right though, I'm not a queen," Kara said and sat up, with one of her hands resting on her risen knee. "Not a good queen of this land, not a good one to take right decisions. I was given a choice to make a queen out of a new friend, and here I made her a failure, just like me. Even my friends don't consider me to be a queen, they know the truth. As far as that blabbering goes, even a guy wouldn't call me his queen, as I just am not a good one at that. I just am not a good queen."
"I know how it feels to have lost at battle. Unlike me, you have no other chance," Psycho laughed. "Or…" he said and walked a few steps behind and looked away, there were swords engraved in his back. "You can go on, run away. I just will let you live a life of misery and regret. You can either choose to live on crying every day or just die or come back foolishly again to fight me. Just go away, I pity your existence."
"Actually I wasn't finished on my blabbering," Kara said.
"What is it?" Psycho grumbled and turned around looking frustrated, as if he were woken from a pleasant dream.
"As the queen topic came along, there is one thing," Kara said standing up. "Do you know what queen I would make good?"
"Oh please do enlighten me," Psycho scoffed.
"A War Queen," Kara said.
Kara lifted both her hands and gave Psycho 'the finger(s)' and two long swords appeared near her hands, which she caught.
The swords had darkness at their edges and emptiness inside, they looked like a drawing of a sword with a bold outline and crystal clear transparent material, filling the gap. It almost looked like it was empty inside.
Psycho just was shocked and stood frozen. Kara took the chance and charged at him slashing so hard at his hand that the sword engraved in his left arm popped out of the flesh and fell.
"You are… alive?" Psycho asked without flinching.
Kara didn't reply and just slashed towards Psycho's face and he finally flinched.
"Why, are your fears coming true? That you will be killed by your own great creation…?" Kara asked smirking at him.
"What a joke," Psycho let out a breath.
"What?" Kara asked, losing her smirk.
"You think… that I care? You think I'm afraid? You think you are my best creation, princess? Well, you are wrong… you are nothing! You are not my best creation… I'm," Psycho hissed and pushed Kara away, staining her with his blood.
Psycho reached for his back and took out a sword engraved into his back.
He didn't look raged or in pain, he just held his sword tight with his left hand and pointed it at Kara. Kara knew that he wanted her to come to him and she did, putting both her swords between herself and Psycho. She slashed at him and he just pushed her swords away with ease.
"Try again princess," Psycho taunted.
Kara hit hard with one sword and pushed down Psycho's sword with the other, disarming him.
Psycho just grinned and slashed his right hand towards Kara, cutting a cut on her cheek. Kara just groaned and kicked him, he barely flinched and stood straight again. Kara ran up to him pushing him away and kicked him, making him stumble down to the ground.
"Oh, you did not make me," Kara said, shaking her head.
"Oh but I made myself," Psycho laughed.
Kara felt something approaching her, 'swoosh' a sound approached from sideways, she quickly jerked backwards. A large axe passed in front of Kara from her left side and dropped down a few metres to her right.
Kara quickly turned to her left side and detected another Psycho, this one was more buffer and brute like, with deep scars and dark blood bruises on him. The Brute one reached out to the handle of the axe engraved through his chest and plucked it out.
"There is another one behind you too, Kara," a voice came, it was Nightrale.
Kara looked behind her and another Psycho approached, kicking away the axe on the ground, towards the first one.
This one had spears pierced into his shoulders whose rusty spearhead came out through his wrist. This one however looked like a drained Psycho, under-weighted.
It was like a game difficulty : easy (spear) Psycho, medium (first) Psycho and hard (brute) Psycho; but each one being a master level at the said difficulty.
"He looks long and rusted," Kara let out a breath.
"More alert than funny," Nightrale said and landed besides Kara, facing the brutal looking one, as Kara faced the spear one.
"In any case can you make me some armour too?" Kara asked without losing track of the spear guy.
"You think I can? This guy could kill himself if that could kill me," Nightrale said.
"Yea this guy would give holes in my body and not in a sarcastic way!" Kara said.
"Can't deny, but we need a queen for Pluto, this battle could decide," Nightrale suggested.
"Not a good time," Kara said.
"Just move you both," a muffled voice came.
Kara and Nightrale tried to see who it was but the fallen (first) Psycho came charging towards them with the axe, before they both could even flinch. Kara and Nightrale magically moved sideways the next second. Mana landed down kicking the Psycho back down.
"Three for three… just go," Mana said, panting.
"How did you…?" Kara and Nightrale collectively asked.
"Disc miracles, repeated dialogues, now go!" Mana said as the two discs came back to Mana and stuck to her fists again.
"Cool…" Kara and Nightrale said, still looking at Mana.
"I really might end up being the queen," Mana sighed.
"You may want to count on that," Nightrale said looking at her side (brute) Psycho.
"Jinx to that," Kara said looking ahead at her (spear) Psycho.
"Finally a battle for me, I and myself," Mana said and charged at the (first) Psycho.
Kara and Nightrale charged at the Psychos ahead of them too.
Mana caught hold of the axe's handle and kept on pushing (first) Psycho backwards.
Kara shielded herself by putting both her swords together.
Nightrale tried fighting off her (brute) Psycho with her bladed sword but he easily deformed it with each hit on the sword with his axe, Nightrale still didn't give up.
"You are good," Nightrale said.
"Well, you aren't better," (brute) Psycho hissed.
"You might just give up, or this will go on forever I swear," Mana said still pushing (first) Psycho.
"I do not need a weapon," (first) Psycho said and threw away the axe towards (brute) Psycho, Mana was tampered and backed away. "I am the weapon!" he took a sword from behind him and charged.
(Brute) Psycho detected the fallen axe and picked it up in his another hand and turned towards Nightrale. Nightrale just sighed and stood her ground, protecting herself using her blades as her shield. He just charged at Nightrale and kept on breaking the blades from their formation, making way to Nightrale.
"Thanks for making the brute, more brutal. However pun-filled I sound, this is serious!" Nightrale complained trying to hold off (brute) Psycho.
"Let's switch then," Mana said.
Just as (brute) Psycho neared Nightrale, Mana floated above and landed in between them. He was shook of how Mana just stood there still, but just grinned at her and lifted both his axes and rushed them towards Mana. Mana just swung both her hands towards the sides of the axes and stopped them midway. Luckily she was wearing leather gloves or she'd have had a deep cut.
"Funny idea with a possible bad outcome," Mana sighed.
"How dare you?" (brute) Psycho hissed at Mana.
"No idea, let's find out," Mana said looking him straight in the eye.
The discs left Mana's fists and stuck to both the axes. The axes moved sideways crashing into each other. (Brute) Psycho let go of the axe and they flew far away and fell down. He groaned and looked at Mana once again, deciding on a move.
"Weapons… I hate weapons," Mana said. "Sorry, that was my genes again," she sighed.
"I'm… a weapon," (brute) Psycho hissed.
"Heard that… now in a new way, nothing impressive," Mana shrugged. "Let's see how good you are though."
Mana taunted him to come and fight her, he charged at her.
Nightrale was onto (first) Psycho, sword-to-sword.
Kara was still defending herself and pushed back (spear) Psycho, watching her friends doing better than her.
"So, you want to play the who is the real Psycho game?" Kara asked.
"We know who is… and in the end we will win, so no point in your games," (spear) Psycho said.
"Worth a shot man, worth a shot," Kara said and charged at him.
"Where is Tacy?" Mana asked looking (brute) Psycho in the eye, Mana was holding both his fists.
"Oh your friend, she made a good choice coming to us. She is our one way, our makeshift," (brute) Psycho said.
"I asked," Mana said and pushed Psycho backwards. "Where is…" Psycho stumbled and bent on his knees "my friend…" Mana kicked his knee caps and made him kneel down "you imbecile!"
Mana bent both his fists and a slight groan left (brute) Psycho's mouth as a breath.
"You can't ever end me. Also you don't fear me. I wouldn't have told you even if I knew where she was. But even I have no knowledge where she is, but she is important to us," Psycho said.
"What?" Mana asked without missing a beat and still holding him steady.
"I wouldn't even expect you to understand that," Psycho scoffed. "Your friend is lost into a place we don't know of. Our experiments worked in the end and that's all that matters to me," Psycho said. "She's better off dead by now."
"No… Tacy… you are lying," Mana said letting go and backing off, trying to find Tacy's location mapped on the ground.
"Why would I bother even to cook up a story…? Your friend is better off dead by now, all she is now is our makeshift," Psycho said with a grin.
***
Magpie heard the conversation between Mana and (brute) Psycho through her microphone; she still was fending off the last left out Psycho-blades from reaching the castle, who were still at-most a thousand in number.
A tear escaped Magpie's eye and she stopped moving, even her blades fell down to the ground with her, and broke; all the Psycho-blades surrounded her.