I held out my hand and began to concentrate on the scythe floating. At first nothing happened. I then closed my eyes for a couple of seconds to concentrate harder, only for me to open my eyes and see that the Giant Scythe didn't move one inch.

I was going to go for another attempt at pulling the sword out of my chest, but before I could, a rat jumped in front of my face. I froze in confusion as to why a pitch-black rat was in front of me with a cool-looking scar on its right eye. I was going to go back to attempting to pull out the sword, but the rat stood up on its hind legs and began to speak perfect English.

"Try again," the Black rat said while looking me in the eye.

"Huh?" I said in confusion.

"Try to control the scythe again, but this time do not ask it to come back; order it to," the Rat said as he pointed at the scythe. I looked behind to see if I was the only person who was experiencing this, only for me to see Sebrisha throwing a mixture at Cleaner, which sent him flying 6 feet back. I need to hurry. I put my hand on the sword's hilt and did one last tug on it before I went back to attempting to control the scythe and began imagining the commands in my head.

Come here, scythe.

The Scythe did not move.

Please come here. Scythe

The Scythe still did not move.

Get over here.

The scythe wiggles in my direction.

ERCHOMAI.

The scythe then speared itself right to me like a bolt from a crossbow.

"Alright, now get ready to catch it," the Rat said as he hopped out of the way. But I didn't catch it, didn't even try; instead, I moved my body a little towards the scythe and let it hit me. The scythe hit the butt of the sword in my chest and straight up launched the sword out of my chest. I let out a laugh of pain while concentrating on speeding up the recovery of my chest, and finally got back up while clutching the Scythe.

I looked over to Cleaner, who had Sebrisha lifted by her throat, then proceeded to pull out the cross from my side and cast blinding faith towards Cleaner again. The light managed to distract Cleaner enough for Sebrisha to kick him in the chest and break free from his grip.

"I'm not done with you yet," I laughed as I picked up the sword that was on the ground covered in blood and threw it at Cleaner's feet. Cleaner looked at the blade, then let out a bit of a chuckle before picking up the sword and charging at me with his blade in a thrusting position. I brought the scythe down to my foot and readied myself for a move that might risk me losing my left arm..... Again.

Once the cleaner got within 4 feet of me, he went for a lightning-fast thrust, which I managed to parry with my left arm by smacking his sword upwards. The cleaner quickly recovered and tried to attack me again by going for a vertical chop.

"Parry this freak!" Cleaner yelled in anger as he tried bringing the sword down.

"Gotcha," I yelled. I punched his arm before he completed the chop, causing me to completely interrupt the cleaner's chop, and before he could recover is when I went on the attack. I brought the scythe up from my foot and performed an upward slash and managed to completely sever Cleaner's left arm off.

I then grabbed him by the head and began to carefully break and rip apart Cleaner's legs so he would no longer be a danger to us. I was going to just drop him down, but then I remembered something important. I brought my head close to Cleaner's chest, shook him a little bit, and, sure enough, I heard something that shouldn't be in his chest. I was going to dig in Cleaner's chest to see what it was, but Cleaner opened his own chest before I could go through it, like he knew what I was thinking.

 Dang it.

But the thing that was in Cleaner's chest wasn't some mythical crystal or a magic totem; it was a very old pocket watch that looked like it came right from a history museum.

"Is this it?" I asked disappointingly.

"Yeah, now could you put me down lightly?" The cleaner asked with a disappointed tone as well.

"Oh, okay," I said as I gently put Cleaner down on a trash hill against his back. I examined the pocket watch closely to see if it had any symbols or any technological enhancements attached to it, only to not find out anything other than it tells the correct time; it also looks pretty fancy as well.

I looked over to Sebrisha, who was examining the blood-covered sword that belonged to Cleaner. During her examination of the blade, she randomly picked up the blade and then licked it like she was taste-testing a 5-star dish.

"Ew," Cleaner said as he was also looking at Sebrisha. Sebrisha ignored him, then went up to me with somewhat of a serious expression, even though I can't see her actual face behind the mask and then proceeded to ask me a weird question.

"Are you a Lycan?" she asked as she grabbed my arm.

"What's a Lycan?" I asked as she lifted a bottle from a mixture bottle with a syringe on the end of it.

"Doesn't matter. Do I have your permission to extract blood from you for the upcoming fight?" Sebrisha asked with a serious tone, she looks so puny; that's probably due to me growing 1 1⁄2 feet due to this cursed suit.

"Sure," I said. And as soon as I said she is, she immediately stuck me with the syringe, after the bottle was halfway filled up with my blood, was when I realized what Sebrisha had said to me.

"Wait, Future Fight, did you and Roby not deal with Washer before you got over here?" I asked, but before Sebrisha could answer, an explosion went off on one of the nearby trash hills in the direction Sebrisha came from.

"Nope, but don't worry, I have a plan that will take her down in under 2 minutes," Sebrisha said as she pulled me down to her level and began whispering her plan in my ear before injecting me with another mixture syringe bottle.

"Alright, you ready, Pazzo?" Sebrisha asked me as she took the syringe out of my arm.

"No," I said with a sigh.

"Too bad," she said as she got into position. For some reason, I have faith that this plan is going to work despite me only meeting her 45 minutes ago.