In her left, Maka held her sword. In her right, she held human-turned-scythe Soul.
“What the hell?” Soul growled.
Maka hummed, words on her lips waiting to spill. Without warning, a crazed grin worked their way on her face as she rushed in headfirst.
With her left-side sword to parry the monster’s fist, Maka swung out of the way to prevent being
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