The next room, after we got to the top of the steps, was rather big. Okay, really big. Big enough to hold around fifty of the asshole ponies we were killing. Fun fun fun!

Dean shouted, "FIFTY!? THAT'S REALLY ALL YOU CAN GIVE ME YOU DISGUSTING, PIECE OF SHIT WANNABES!?!?"

I responded with, "You're right, that's hardly very many."

"Arctic Dagger" he said frustratedly, an impatient frown on his face. A giant wave of ice burst from his sword and cut into a large chunk of the ponies, freezing, cutting, and killing about twenty of them in an instant.

"Damn," I said. "Impressive. But can you not kill all of them so fast? I want to have a little fun here."

He shrugged and sarcastically stated, "Sorry, but I want to teach the boss of this piss-poor "mafia" a lesson." I rolled my eyes at his remark, as he obviously didn't care for killing the goons. Rushing forward, I started slashing at the ponies around me, killing off around ten or so as I sprinted throughout the room. When I reached one pony at the opposite side of the room, I grabbed the crossbow from his magic, slammed it into his face, then shot him in the eye. The bolt exited from the back of his head and sprayed blood and brain across the face of the pony behind him. Said pony screamed and dropped his weapon, which I kicked strongly. The blade embedded itself in it's previous wielder's ass, causing him to scream louder.

"Shut up," I said as I picked him up by his mane. I then wrapped my fingers around his neck and pulled, separating his body from his head with a wet ripping sound. There were around ten left, Dean having killed off eight or so during my spree. I noticed a pony coming up to mt left, hoping to stab at me. I let him, of course. After the blade was securely suck in my arm, I spun around and delivered a kick to his jaw. This ended with his head flying up into the air and landing on another pony, who screamed just like the previous ones. It's fucking annoying, I tell you. I ran over and clawed his lungs out, just to shut his ass up. It worked well enough. By now, Dean had killed all but one of the remaining ponies, a dark green pegasus. With a swing of his sword, the pony was cleaved in two, spilling his guts all over the floor. Nice.

"Well," Dean said as he cut off a small piece of the pony's meat, "I said I'd try some." He put the slice of flesh in his mouth and chewed for a few seconds before swallowing, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a minute of silence, he stated curiously, "Tastes like horse meat, but actually has a bit of a watermelon-y after-taste to it. Huh, guess they do taste like they're colored."

I smiled, "Seriously? Man I love watermelon, I'll have to find some more ponies that color..."

He waved a hand dismissively, "Yeah yeah, let's just get to the boss already."

"Fine, fine," I agreed, "He's probably through that door, given how many we're guarding it." I pointed to two large, double doors at the end of the room.

"Finally," He grinned, "I can teach the bastard a lesson." He strode through to the doors and pushed them open, revealing an all white pony sitting at a desk, a dark grin on his muzzle.

"Ah," He began, "I was wondering when you'd get here."

"Hmm, I feel like we've been here before. Have we been here before? Oh that's right, you're a cliche piece of shit, no wonder you're familiar." Dean said, a grin probably spreading across his face.

"Well," the boss continued, seemingly not paying attention to Dean, "it would seem you are not too competent, human."

"Oh," Dean asked, "and why is that?"

"Because, you walked right into my trap!" As soon as he said this, he pressed a button on his desk, causing a metal gate to fall over the door, blocking me from entering. This was followed by a crossbow dropping from a mechanism on the ceiling, which fired a rather large bolt into the floor in front of Dean.

"What's this?" Dean said as he bent slightly to inspect the bolt. I looked at it as well, and noticed a fuse attached to it.

"Well shit, it's explosive." I said nonchalantly, just as the bomb went off. The explosion kicked up a large cloud of dust and debris, covering the area where Dean stood. The boss, being the dumbass he is, just sat there laughing like an idiot as he thought Dean to be dead. I've know the guy for like, an hour, and even I know that wouldn't be enough.

"Wow," Oh look at that, I was right, "Right when I thought you couldn't get more cliche. You just had to pull the hidden explosive routine, didn't you? I am disappoint." The smoke cleared to reveal Dean, in all his snide glory!

Dean rushed forward, much to the boss's shock, grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the wall. "You know, there's one thing a mobster never does." He then smashed his fist into the wall, creating a hole his hand disappeared into.

"You want to know what that is?" He grins feraly. His arm came out, gripping a metal pole. "It's not betraying family." He jabbed the front end into the knee, creating a loud snap. With Deans hand gripped tightly around the Blanca's throat though, the stallion couldn't make a sound.

He leaned forward and I heard him whisper into the stallion's, "I want you to remember my name as you're tortured in the deepest pits of hell. DEAN. FUCKIN'. MARCELO." He jabbed the pole into the other knee, again creating a loud snap.

"Does it hurt?" Dean asked with Mock-sweetness. He then stabbed the pole into the stallions stomach. "DOES IT!?!" He shouted with an insane look in his eye. He backed up, and began to charge energy into his leg. He then rushed forward and lashed his leg out towards the stallions head. "INFERNAL RAPTURE!" The stallions head exploded into chunks of skull and grey matter.

"Tch, Piece of shit wannabe..." Dean deactivated his wraith blade and began to walk away. All of the sudden, he turned around completely, cold air visible around him.

"RRRRRAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!" He let loose a roar of pent up rage and created a giant fist of ice that completely smashed and squished what was left of the corpse, turning it into a gooey paste.

Dean gave a half insane, half satisfied smirk.

"How's that for overkill you sonofabitch..." The mobster growled.

I stood there in shock and awe as Dean easily cut the gate down with his weapon and stood before me. He snapped his fingers and asked, "Hey Sarah, you still with me?"

I slowly came out of my trance and turned to lock eyes with him. I then spoke in a half dazed voice, "I... I think I just came...."

He leaned back a bit, his body slightly glowing blue, "Um... Okay?"

I shook my head and turned around, "Uh, yeah, let's just.... Let's just go now..." I started walking through the large, blood and gore filled room again, still in a bit of a daze. Unfortunately, I was cut off from my wandering by... Something. A man of some sort arose from the ground in front of me, an angry scowl on his face. He was wearing a long, billowing black robe that obscured any physical features he might have, as well as two heavy plate gauntlets on his hands. He stretched his arm out to his side and a ball of shadow amassed in his palm. The ball condensed into a longsword, which he grasped tightly and held out in front of himself.

A voice, little more than a whisper, resounded in the back of my head. Most likely Dean's as well, because his eyes moved back and forth, looking for the source, "It seems you defeated my puppet... No matter, he was fool." There was a short pause, followed by the voice speaking once more, "I am Magnus Argentum, human ambassador."

Having been snapped completely out of my trance, I responded to the figure, "Aaaaaand, why the fuck should I care?"

"Because," He answered, "I can help you, young girl."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Look at the man behind you," He said. I did, not really getting the point, "Think about him, he was a criminal in his world. Men like him aren't the most trustworthy sort... How do you know he isn't planning to end you when you're no longer useful to him?"

Really? He's asking that? I already know I'm not that useful to him, he could've done this whole thing without me! Oh well, I'll play along anyway, "I don't know, now that you think about it..." I rubbed my chin in mock thought.

"Yes, that's right," He said as he leaned his head down to speak into my ear, "Why not end him now? Get rid of him before he can get rid of you..."

I heard Dean say, "Don't even think about it."

After putting on the most serious face I could, I looked Dean dead i the eyes and asked "So, Dean... What the hell is this guy, and how do I kill him?"

A grin spread over my... I don't know if this is the right word but.. Friend's face, as he activated his sword. "Easy," he said, "Like this." He was suddenly surrounded in blue fire, and I could feel his raw power increasing dramatically. "Move out of the way, please." I stepped aside, letting the cloaked thing be the only hing in his way. He rushed forward and slashed alongside the figure, stopping just behind him. Large icicle things followed behind him and slammed into the cloaked being, causing him to freeze in a large chunk of ice. Dean then followed this up with an upward slash along the side of the frozen enemy shattering it into countless pieces.All that remained of the being was a ball of dark energy, lying on the ground where the ice once was.

"Icicle Disaster"

"Well done." I whirled around to see Death standing behind us, "I honestly expected Sarah to fight him, or be swayed by him, but you did well."

"Soooooo, what's this?" Not really bothered by Death appearing, I picked the black ball up and turned it over in my hand.

"That," Dean answered, "Is a soul. But it's a Sentiment's soul, not like any regular ones you'll ind. Eat that, ad you'll gain dominance over whatever power it holds. By the looks of it, that would be shadows."

"Oooooooohhh, is that how you do those ice things then?"

He just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmmmmaybeh."

"Hmph, fine then asshole, don't tell me..." I looked at the soul for a few seconds before placing it in my mouth.... Oh my God was it amazing. I felt a surge of power, followed by a really, really, really fucking cold feeling. Seriously, I thought my body would freeze over.

"Damn.... That felt amazing..." Dean and I stood in silence, Death having left, until I asked, "I'm guessing that fire stuff was the restriction level thing you were talking about?"

He snapped his fingers in mock annoyance, "Dammit, you catch on fast." He gave a chuckle before continuing, "Anyway, yes it is. I guess I could tell you how to release the first level as a thanks for helping me kill all these wannabes."

"Oh, uh, alright. Thanks." I was a bit surprised by his willingness to actually tell me, so I payed attention.

"Repeat after me," He said, "Now releasing the first limiter."

"Now releasing the first limiter." I repeated. holy shit red fire out of fucking nowhere!

"Limiter one, removed." He finished.

"Limiter one, removed!" The fire burst outwards a bit before dispersing, leaving me feeling much more powerful than before. I held up my claw, which I subconsciously activated it seemed, and noticed some differences. The spikes along the bone were slightly longer and curved a bit, while the claws themselves curved slightly inwards and had elongated some. There were also little wisps of black smoke trailing off of my body.

I was feeling really excited at the moment, and almost started bouncing around in glee, but then I was overcome with the oddest sensation. I felt like I exploded, to put it simply. Well that and I could see from about ten or eleven different places all at once. I then noticed how hungry for meat I was, and looked around. Noticing a mostly whole corpse, all of my perspectives launched at it and started devouring it. When there was little more than bone left, my perspectives massed at the spot I started at, then reformed into my body.

I stumbled slightly and put a hand to my head, "W-what the fuck just happened?"

"Uh," was Dean's slightly confused response, "I think you just turned into a flock of ravens and ate that pony's body."

"Really?" I asked while facing him. When he nodded, I smirked and said, "Cool, I'll have to think of a name for that later."

"Alright then," he said, "I think now is as good a time as any to part ways. Let's get out of this house, and I'll leave once we're outside."

"'Kay." We walked downstairs in silence, and found that Ardiente had woken up by now.

"No estoy hecho para este tipo de mierda..." I heard her mutter.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

After staring at me for a few seconds, she bluntly stated, "I am not cut out for this type of shit..."

"Ooooooohhh, explicit violence and murder not your thing?"

"No," she said, "but tearing someone apart and eating them? Not something I'd thought I'd see."

I was about to respond, but Dean cut me off, "Wait wait wait, did  I just hear you right? Did a pony actually just say someone instead of somepony?"

"Um, si?" She said confusedly, "When translated, the word is someone... Why?"

He shook his head, "Never mind, it's not important." We exited the building in silence, not finding anything to talk about.

When we we're standing on the doorstep, I turned to Dean and held my hand out for him to shake. "Well," I said, "it was interesting meeting you. And thanks for not killing me when we first met."

He shook my hand with a grin, "Nice meeting you too. And no problem, I wouldn't kill such a pretty face for no reason."

I growled at his remark, "Are you trying to piss me off? I don't know if you've noticed, but I am not pretty. In any sense of the word."

Dean just gave a laugh, "Sure, sure. Listen, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to give me a call." He started to walk away, but stopped and looked at me once more, "Oh, and don't sell yourself short, you really are a beautiful gal." He then suddenly vanished, making this annoying "WOOBWOOBWOOBWOOBWOOB" sound or whatever.

I noticed my body was glowing red, much like his was when I made that comment earlier. "Dammit...." I looked down to see Ardiente staring at me with a neutral expression.

She then averted her eyes and said in a barely audible voice, "Well, he's not wrong..."

I gave a loud, heavy sigh, my body glowing even brighter than before, "Dammit...."

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