Yuna's head broke through another concrete slab. She had lost track of how many floors they had devastated by now. Tirr beat her all over the many floors through the building, but now and then she could land a hit on him. His blows were by no means as strong and precise as they were at the beginning of their battle.
She coughed and spat out concrete splinters as she struggled to her feet. As her opponent also reached this floor, he slipped and had to cling on to the ground. Oh, yes, he too had a lot of trouble. He pulled himself up and stomped, heavily breathing, towards her.
"How about a break?" he asked exhausted.
"Don't tell me you're getting tired."
"I think I'll just tear off your damned head."
"If it only was that easy, right?" Pissed off, he gritted his teeth.
The girl was further beaten up until she broke through the roof. Immediately, the rainwater flowed through the breakthrough. An avalanche of gravel rolled through and thundered into the floor below. She rolled over the wet gravel and licked a few drops of water from her lips. She was dying of thirst, which she hadn't noticed so far.
Tirr's pranks reached through the hole and tried to find halt in the gravel. He pulled himself up to the roof. He had indeed lost all caution. Like a child, he struggled to climb up. That was her chance. She clasped the sword, straightened herself, and hurried over to him.
He hurled a handful of pebbles at her, but they bounced off like bullets from her. Yuna couldn't be stopped. Now to cut off his head would end this thing. She took out and slammed, but the sword stopped at his neck.
"Muscles ...", Yuna thought disappointed and annoyed about herself. He grabbed the blade with his free hand and hurled the huntress over him. She bounced head on into the gravel and slid across the ground. She got up and marched back to him. Meanwhile, Tirr had pulled himself to the roof and stood up. Both were panting for air.
"I'll throw you ... from this fucking roof," Tirr gasped.
Yuna took a deep breath. "Whatever."
They shuffled towards each other. She had wounded his left hand, both knees and the left elbow. His leather clothes had cuts and cracks everywhere. Her school uniform, on the other hand, was still unharmed. Dirty but undamaged. She had some scratches and bruises on the head and the free forearms. And her stockings also were ripped at some spots, but she had more of them. Sweat ran from her forehead and burned in the scratches, but that was all right. Soon it would be over.
Tirr took out and swung his left fist in her direction. The girl ducked and pushed the sword tip into his left armpit. The Oni growled, but all elan had left him. The huntress swung the sword above her head, but missed him.
They staggered apart and gasped. The monster stepped towards her, hit her and hurled her back a few yards. He took a deep breath and wiped his face. The girl came to her feet and stared at him, full of hatred. She needed only one well-placed hit, then she could kill him.
"Why won't you die, you fucking bitch?!" he yelled in a shrill voice.
"Why won't you die, you miserable bastard?" Yuna replied dryly.
He rushed towards her. Apparently he still had a few reserves, because he moved again a lot faster. But what good did this for him? He could hardly wound her.
Yuna clenched her hand around the handle of her father's sword. No. The handle of her sword.
She gathered all her strength, cried out, and rushed at him with her sword raised. She just had to hit his head, then he'd be done.
A lightning tore the sky apart as they met. Tirr's right hand wrapped around Yuna's neck. She missed his head again. To her surprise, she noticed that he didn't stop, but ran on. She was convinced that madness would sparkle out of his eyes if he had anymore. With a widened eye she stared at the tumors in his face. He really wanted to throw her off the roof. She fished with her left hand for the Wakizashi, tore out the blade and rammed it sideways into Tirr's skull. Abruptly he stopped.
"Shit ..." he murmured.
"I've got you."
"Looks like it."
An undefinable feeling swept through Yuna. She had won. She had defeated Tirr. She had succeeded. The nightmare was over. She could go home. She could enjoy her bath and her chocolate and the kisses of her lover.
Yet, Tirr didn't loosen his grip.
His totally disturbed, cackling laughter came from his throat. "Do you know what, little one?"
Surprised, she opened her eye. "What?!"
"If I have to go, I'll take you along."
Panic took possession of the huntress. Tirr started to move again and stormed on. Why the hell didn't he fucking die already? She tore the Wakizashi out of his head and stabbed him again.
"Forget it." They reached the roof edge and he jumped down with her.
"Shit ... shit ... shit ..."
When he heard the flutter of her hair, he began to laugh. "Fuck you, whore. You're dying too."
"Why won't you fucking die?!" she yelled, tugging at the handle of the Wakizashi.
"I'm probably tougher than I seem."
Yuna tore the Wakizashi out again and drove it back into his skull. The monster laughed furiously. She looked down over her shoulder. She couldn't even see the ground, surrounded by all the rain. They plunged into a gray background, while the brightly colored Oni mists danced around them. That was way too high. Not even she could survive this fall. Except ... Her gaze was fixed on the face of her opponent. She had to kill Tirr somehow before they hit the ground.
This time she pushed the blade into his neck. His resistance was broken. That was her chance! While she clung to him with the Wakizashi, she put the Katana on his neck and began to saw.
The insane Oni laughed about her efforts. Desperately, she hacked on his neck. The floors on their side passed them faster.
"Urg ..." Blood ran out of Tirr's mouth. Yes, she did it. She could do it. "You're really ... unique ..." Tirr's head broke loose from his body and his laughter disappeared in the roar of the wind.
Yuna stared at the grinning grimace hovering above her. "For real? That's it? All my efforts for nothing? Do I have to die now?"
Tears came to her eye. She had given everything. Everything. For what?
She thought of Wataru. He would probably lose her. It broke her heart to think about what he had to go through. And she would never see her sister Yui again. There was no more chocolate from Me for her, and Nisha would lose her new friend. Ayumi would have to bury another sister. And she hadn't apologized to Hikari.
She had saved everyone and had to give her life for it. She was probably a real heroine.
"That's so unfair."
Resigned, she stowed both her Katana, as well as the Wakizashi in their respective sheath. She didn't let Tirr's remains out of her sight. Was this monster still alive?
The body of the Oni began to dissolve. Bright and colorful radiant sparks left behind a dazzling tail in the sky. The particles circumnavigated the girl as she continued to race to the ground. She held out her arms to the light.
"Please ... don't let me die. I don't wanna die. I want to live. I want to see my friends again and just lead an ordinary life."
A smacking sound accompanied her as she hit the soaked ground. Her body drifted into the ground and darkness took possession of her.
It was over.