"It looks like its another group that's dominated by summoners." The man who had spoken was a middle aged warrior with jet black hair and was so extremely burly.

"Shouldn't you be happy Nyasha? You're a summoner yourself, I don't understand why you have to sound so disappointed when more summoners pop up." Another middle aged man spoke out.

"Obviously people like you don't understand." Nyasha started. "The more summoners there are that means more work for me, and that will also create imbalance in our army. Imagine an army full of summoners and no proper warriors."

"As much as I hate saying this I agree with Nyasha." An old frail looking man spoke. "But there is nothing we can do about it. Its not like we can forcefully choose an ability for them."

The people who were observing the battle were always bickering with each other, except for one man.

Compared to the other people in the room this man looked weak. Even the frail old man looked more formidable than he did. Even though his eyes were on the battlefield, unlike most people who were scanning the whole battlefield he only focused on one point.

Beside him was a very beautiful girl, this girl was non other than Maka. She had noticed that the middle aged man kept staring at one particular boy. At some point she was even intrigued by how the boy was fighting, but she lost interest when she saw that even after killing so many people he still was not able to awaken his ability.

She had looked away for at least half an hour and had expected the man to do the same, but to her surprise the man kept staring at that one boy. The only difference this time was that he was looking at the boy the way a beggar would look a gold.

"Why are you so interested in that one particular boy?" Maka asked. "Its not like he stands out. He is good fighter but so are the hundred other people down there. Even his fighting style seems kind of cowardly at times."

"Hahaha..." The middle aged man laughed and then said. "That's where you are wrong...he is the best of the bunch actually. He's gonna survive this."

"Oh!... You're that confident in him. Do you mind telling me wh-"

"Actually let me rephrase that." The man said cutting Maka off. " He might be the only one who survives."

Maka didn't have the time to be shocked because as soon as the man had finished his words a deafening scream reverberated throughout the battlefield. This agonizing scream caught the attention of every single person who was observing the battle below, and when their eyes landed on that side of the battlefield they couldn't help but be shocked.

...

Down on the battlefield, Taku who a minute ago was on a killing spree, was now clutching his head in agony. Every part of his body felt like it was on fire whilst at the same time he felt as if he was constantly getting zapped by electricity.

He felt as if his body could collapse at any time. Veins popped out across his body as he eyes turned bloodshot. At the beginning he felt like screaming and so he did, but at present he felt like just putting his fist through something. Be it a punching bag, a table, a wall or even... A skull.

To him only the fourth option was available to him, so he quickly turned around and without even thinking twice he charged towards the closest person and smashed the poor victim's brain. The minute he did so he felt an incredible bloodlust wash over his brain and caused his thoughts and emotions to be muddled. All he wanted to do at the moment was kill.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Taku let out other scream as he charged again towards the closest person. Everywhere that he passed blood was spilled. At the moment he felt like the current battlefield was his playroom and the people were nothing more than toys just waiting to be tossed around by him.

He had currently killed at least thirty people but he felt no fatigue at all, instead he actually kind of felt excited. At the moment his cowardice was nowhere to be seen, all that he had left was ruthlessness and excitement. He had all the money in the world when he was on earth but the feeling he had now were he couldn't even properly control his body, was a thousand, no ten thousand times more satisfying than having money.

He wanted to kill, he felt as if thats all could do, he felt as if in his life killing was the only thing that made sense.Taku looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him and felt a warm feeling creep up to his heart, it felt almost as if he had found the home he had searched for all his life.

"Hahaha..."

After maliciously laughing for a while Taku began moving again. As he moved he failed to notice that on his arms and legs layers of smoke began to appear on his arms and legs. At first the smoke was barely noticeable, but the more he killed the thicker it became.

He grabbed one unfortunate boy and threw him towards another,and then charged out towards them without giving them time to react. Taku punched towards the chest of the boy who was in the air, but to his surprise the little resistance he was expecting didn't show itself, instead he felt as if he was punching through melting butter.

Tsssss

Before he know it his fist had completely gone through the person's chest and had arrived right in front of the other guys face. The second boy was so so scared he lost his ability to move. He just stood there looking at the incoming fist whilst cursing at himself for being too weak. He also couldn't help but curse his bad luck for meeting a monster like Taku, because right now he was the only one who could properly see what was happening to the boy who had been thrown to him, that boy was melting.

Yes, melting.