[story] The Rabbit's Yarn, Into the rabbit's hole we go

*Watches as one of the fire colums burst out right in front of him*

Hey! I almost had the issue sorted out, and then this happens. Oh well, time for a high risk game of hot-potato.

*Pulls out a metal bat and positions himself in front of Hatsu*

Don't underestimate the squirrel!

*Swings at the black orb of fire and with a loud smash, sends it back at Canti twice as fast*

*Hatsu summons a catgirl cheerleading squad for Cinky, then ponders Canti.*

"Am I going to have to spontaeneously aquire superpowers in order to take this guy down? I hate doing that..."

The ball of fire passed through Canti's image which distorted immediately and then reverted back to fire and vanished. Moving around behind Cinky and Hatsu, Canti held up his hand and fired off a beam of black flames at them both. Almost as soon as the attack had been launched though another figure appeared behind Canti and shoved a sword through his neck. Black flames began to sprout from the sword immediately but soon them and Canti were all pulled in. Swinging the sword down to the ground, Daemon grinned vanished into his own shadow leaving a massive pipe bomb behind.

"A bomb!?" maldrul jumped up from his prone position on the ground.

The kitsune then ran over, took the pipe bomb and swallowed it whole. There was a muffled explosion as maldrul's stomach distended for a moment then returned to normal. Small whiffs of smoke escaped from his nostrils as he belched flame.

"That's some spicy-a meatball!" he said in a ludicrous Italian accent.

Hatsu blinked. "Is your stomach made of iron or something?" He'd make a great garbage disposal unit....

Then the strange group heard police sirens coming. They ran and ran until they found a a city park with soccer fields, baseball fields, playground equipment and other park-ish things in it. Cinky's cheerleading squad were all taking turns petting the robosquirrel like he was some kind of cute doggie.

"You didn't have to drag me you know... If it weren't for the helmet hear, I'd be half concussed..." Arwael groused, lying haphazardly in the muddy field. "So... Mr. Easybake Oven is gone but Duke Nukem there is still going."

"... somehow, I don't think we'll be getting anything done in peace, much less a quiet drink in the club, while he's around. Suggestions, anyone?" Arwael sat up slightly, face in palm. "Should hopefully be easier to deal with... but then, why did he keep throwing bombs at us, if the Black Flaming Fellow was his target?"

"Because he could? I have no idea. Let's go down to the pipe bomb supply store and ask him," Hatsu asked, looking serious.

*Looks up from his catgirl massage*

"Are you talking about the one on 'Oh-shit-not-this-street-again' avenue or the other one at the corner of 'Explosions' and 'Even-more-explosions'? I tend to frequent the one at 'Explosions' only because I think make bombs with a better boom. And let me tell you, a good boom is hard to find these days."

"Hm..."

The boy pondered the catgirls as they caressed Cinky. "By any chance, would you allow yourself to loan one of those catgirls to me? Because of all the happenings, I have a feeling I might need a bodyguard of sorts..."

Dark stared at the man who calls himself Chaos and replies "Okay the names Dark and i know you just woke up but have you seen my stupid demon cat?" Dark then feels a pain in his neck meaning that his cat has just died, again...
"Damn it and i just got used to this body" a sharp light escapes from Darks eyes and mouth that go and blow up another building. "Damn it. oh well they seem to have alot of explosions around hope it helped out someone somewhere" looks back at Chaos "What benefits do i get as your aprentice?"

Daemon appeared within the base he once shared with Grim and company and sheathed his sword before sitting down. Taking a knife from the table he slashed a hole into the paper on top of the table and smiled. "That is one story teller down. Now we just need to kill the rest. I believe this time it will be your turn to head out there Jack."

From across the table a cruel grin splits the darkness and a middle aged man began to laugh. Rising up from the chair in one fluid motion, every section of Jack's clothes clinked with the sound of metal. "I bet they are all going to be delicious. I can't wait to rip them to shreds." With that he vanished into the shadows leaving the rest of the table behind him. From the other chairs some chuckles are heard and leaning forward an elderly Russian smiled calmly. "I assure you gentlemen, the Ripper is a very thorough worker even with all his quirks. I myself hired him a bit over a year ago to dispose of some trash trying to weasel its way into my school."