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and to battle he went sending wave after waves of enemies to the depths of the underworld if his world had a underworld he didn't know he only protected humanity from the monsters beyond their comprehension

*Once she was through the portal, a dark polluted sky darkened this city of dead. It almost looked like Gotham, only worse with no heroes. As she inhaled the nasty polluted air of the Underworld a new life was brought to her eyes. Her legs became those of a demon and her horns grew along with her tail as it grew spikes down the center. She strolled her way to the large arena, near the center of the city, and knocked out a few undead beings who had the nerve to approach her. She didn't feel like killing just yet...*

*When she arrived at the battle arena, a large red neon sign read 'Six Feet Under Arena'. She shook her head at the idiotic name and entered after signing in as a fighter, using her alternate of Yoake. She could smell the iron of blood as the entered the 'staging' area for fighters. Her grin turned into a horrific smirk. Now she wanted kill, just had to wait for 23 others to go...*

Sky just lays there inside of the pillow fort, soon sitting up and grabbing some paper to start drawing something herself.

*She kept count of the number of fighters had headed out.* "17... 16 .... 15 ... 14...." *Her heart began to race as it came closer to her turn. When she was about 7 people away, she saw a hellhound sniffing at the air. She decided to try and blend in with the crowd, hiding herself from the beast. She waited patiently.*

*It was finally her turn! She strutted out to the field, her utility belt filled with bullets, shuriken, and chains hanging off of them, axe heads connected to them at the ends. She stabbed the bottom her scythe into the ground as she adjusted the gun halter she wore. Once she was fixed it, she leaned on her scythe, a smirk for her opponent who had yet to arrive.*
*Just than, the crowd went wild as a male Orc flipped over her head and into the ring. She rolled her eyes.* "Show off." *She scoffed. The Orc turned to her, a burning rage in his eyes already. He stood about 8' tall and about 305 lbs. His skin was a sickly yellow, his hair shaved on the sides. He wore only a pair of old, tattered pants with two double-sided axes in his hands. She sized him up and walked to the edge of the ring. She tossed her guns and belt off and out of the ring, she kept the halter since she thought she looked cooler with it on. She spun her scythe a few times and waited for the match to begin.*

insert random explosions as he fought which no one could feel because well duh explosions don't reach across multiple dimensions

*A gnome appeared from a balcony on the west end of the arena. He had 2 feline woman on each side of him, a smirk displayed across his face. He held his mic as if it were a staff.* "Ladies and gents! Today, we have a match up of drastic size difference! On the left, we have our raging Orc, Trevlle!" *The crowd roared as the Orc, Trevlle, juggled his axes, caught them, and let out a thunderous battle roar.* "And a... small demon by the name of... uh... oh ok.... Yoake!" The roared once again, not as loud as before though. Ichigo a.k.a. Yoake gave a half hearted wave as her smirk turned to a death glare, directed into Trevlle's very soul.* "Let the match.... BEGIN!"

*Trevlle made a flying leap toward Ichigo, axes raised above his head. She simply moved aside, watching him land face first into the ground, a slight cackle escaping from her. The Orc whipped his head over in her direction and let out another battle roar. The fight went on like this for 15 minutes.*

umbra finished his battle standing upon more wreckage that coated this battlefield this no mans land as he stared around at the carnage why wouldn't the dead here be left alone why was this place looted

*The Orc, frustrated, went for an attack on Ichigo. She went to dodge but tripped over her scythe, Trevlle's axe cutting deep into her shoulder. A small whimper escaping from her mouth, than a demonic growl, as if from the pits of Hell itself, echoed in the arena. The crowd silenced for a moment than cheered. Ichigo pulled herself up but before she could stand up straight, the Orc drove the end of his axe's handle into her back. She tightened her grip on her scythe and sliced at his chest with it. When she saw the blood dripping from his chest, she smirked proudly.* "Hah! Take that you @$%*#!!" *The Orc gripped his chest, coughing slightly than looking down at Ichigo, or at least where she was. As he looked around, a shadow fell upon him. When he turned around, a feral Ichigo had her scythe above her head, a smirk revealing her razor-like teeth. Before Trevlle could do anything, Ichigo swung and with a clean slice, his arm lay there on the ground, motionless. The crowd went crazy over this.* "H-how? H-how you move so fast? Me not e-even that fast!" *As Ichigo went to respond, she heard the howl of a hellhound. She whipped her head around to see the flaming beast sprinting, full speed, straight for her. Great! I'm caught between a rageful @$%#ing Orc and a damn Hellhound! *She kicked Trevlle in the chest, sending him flying far from her. As for the Hellhound, she planted her feet firmly, held her scythe, and stared straight into the eyes of the beast. As it came closer, the beast made the mistake of staring right at Ichigo. The hound froze in place and began to turn to ashes. Ichigo turned back to the Orc who had been racing towards her. She rolled her eyes, yawned and swung her scythe so as that it would slice him in half at the waist. As he fell, lifeless, the gnome sat up from his throne on the balcony.* "Whoa! Did you see that one! Seems that our tiny one is a feral one, yeah? Well, ladies and gents, Yoake is our champion of the day!!" *The crowd cheered and started shouting 'Yoake! Yoake! Yo-! Ake! Yoake!' Ichigo bowed and left the ring, feeling satisfied.*

*Once she had left the arena behind, a group of woman stood before her. Upon further sight, she realized it was all 6 of sisters. Ichigo's shoulders drooped as her eldest sister, Hokori, approached. Before Hokori could even speak, Ichigo had opened up the portal to the bar and hopped through, clothes having blood splattered over it and her shoulder gushing blood. Once she was through, she closed the portal, turned to the bar, and smiled proudly.*

he was there even more damaged then last time and this time one could clearly see the spot where in battles prior he had lost his right eye which usually was covered by an eyepatch but now the eyepatch was gone

*As Ichigo faded back to her normal half demon/half human self she saw Umbra who was clearly damaged/injured. She walked over to him, using her scythe as a walking stick since her back still throbbed from the Orc's axe.* "Hey there. Tough one, huh?" *She went to go chuckle and winced/coughed from the pain of both her shoulder and back.*

"its no matter i'm used to the pain" it was sad how true it was rarely did he feel pain as he sat down his armor falling off of him in shard as he sighs maybe it was time to try and turn an impossibility into a possibility

*She nodded as she looked back at where she came through the portal. An obvious displayed on her face though she tried to hide it. So, in order to hide the fact that she was scared, she strolled outside the bar, plopped down on the front steps, watched her wounds bleed. Because the fact was, she didnt care. She liked how it'd scar up and she was never taken care. She doesnt eve know how to really ask for help. When she looked up, the Moon was at its highest, a small grin pried at the corners of her mouth.*

he followed and without a word began to bandage her up even as ghostly black energy congealed around his wounds sealing them and healing him as he bandaged her up before he turns and stares at the moon "i was up there alone for centuries once..."

*She jumped and went to go swing at him with her scythe, but stopped when she saw it was just Umbra. She sighed as she let him bandage her up.* "Really? What was it like?"

"tormenting" he remembers the chains binding him the pain of the chains digging into his flesh the smell of the moon stone's and the white of the walls

Eric was sitting in one of the booths , he was doing some work on his laptop. He was so focused on his work he didn't notice anything that was happening around him.

*Ichigo looked down at ground, following a rolly-polly with her eyes.* "O-oh... I'm sorry..." *She laid her scythe down beside her, and stretched, wincing from the pain in her back.*

he accidentally drags ichigo through time well through his memorys of her seeing him on his knees alone in a gold and white room bound in chains from head to toe encased in his armor

Rose was was sitting at the bar again finishing her cream soda that she ordered

A Figure in some leather armor and a leather hood comes walking in, wearing a leather cape and having a sword sheathed on his hip, with a dagger sheathed on the other. The figure takes a seat down at one of the tables, and takes a cloth out to clean off his dagger and keep it nice and clean.