There was a second or two where nothing happened. Soul was certain that Giriko was just toying with him for now, and a cat always allows its mouse to recover before lunging once again. He set himself against the inevitable response, ready to fight to the end. Suddenly, a soft wind and a gentle light drew both Soul and Giriko's attention. Soul glanced over his shoulder to see that his meister was the source of the odd energy.
" he whispered, hoping this meant she was returning to normal. The intense look in her olive eyes answered his unasked question. He smiled softly. There she was, the woman he loved. She reached for his hand and he was eager to give it.
" She started with a guilty voice. Soul didn't need to hear it though.
"You don't have to say anything." He transformed and settled gently into her petite gloved hand.
"Looks like your engine is finally revved up." Giriko commented, starting his own bizarre engine with a pull-cord anchored in his thigh. The sound was deafening and his power washed over them in waves but Maka held fast, unmoved by the display of strength.
I waited for Arachne for 800years
Don't make me wait any longer."
Again, Giriko kicked out his legs, sending chains to slice the young pair.
The fight was fairly even at first. But, it slowly became more one sided with Giriko attacking again and again. Maka dodged again and again but with each consecutive attack, the margin for error got smaller and smaller until a well placed kick threw Maka back into a pile of destroyed chairs.
"Maka! What are you doing!? Remember, you're not fighting alone!!" Maka didn't respond but his words still seemed to be sinking in. "A meister and a weapon are two united as one. Let's show his our strength."
"But how? This isn't the kind of enemy we can challenge with a frontal assault." *Straightforward as always, that's my Maka* Soul thought and would have laughed but there was no time to waste. He looked back into the darkness of his world as a weapon to see the door he hated. The ornate heavy wooden door to the black room hung open in the void. The dim light flowed forth from the portal, silhouetting the hated little demon. There he perched, smiled, and watched. Always there, always watching, content to wait. Soul preferred to ignore the little bastard but now, he couldn't afford to ignore him. Doing his best to keep the air of the master, Soul addressed the source of his angst.
"Hey, Ogre. Get ready." The red devil's eyes smoldered like coals and his grin widened with secret understanding.
"Alrighty!" He responded with a little too much eagerness. Soul ignored him in favor of explaining his plan to Maka.
"I became a Deathscythe by defeating Arachne. Let's use the 'Spider Queen's' power." The irony of using Arachne's strength to defeat her crazed servant was not lost on Soul as he crossed the black room towards his piano, but again, he didn't have time to dwell on it. "Maka, sense that guy's soul wavelength for me."
"Alright, what're you going to do with it?"
"To put it briefly, noise cancelling. I'll produce a 'reverse phase signal' to Giriko's on the piano. That'll smack into the engine and nullify it. I'm gonna shut that racket up." Soul finished with a sly smile.
Giriko, finally growing impatient, lunged in for the attack. Maka steadied herself and defended as she transferred what she was sensing to her weapon. Like light just out of his sight, like sound just on the edge of his hearing, Soul was able to sense Giriko's wavelength. *Alright, I can hear Giriko's wavelength* he though as he gently placed his fingers on the piano. Carefully, he used the ex-witch's power to weave a web of sound around the crazed weapon. As he broke through each layer, the web would sap more of his energy until he no longer had the strength to move. The sound of his engine quieted and he came to rest on his knees in front of Maka.
"Now Maka!!" Soul yelled, urging his meister towards the kill.
"Yeah! Warlock Hunter!" Maka cried as she swung Soul high and brought him down in a deadly arc through the demon chainsaw. Giriko sat quietly and watched, seemingly oblivious as Soul's scythe fell and sliced him in two. As blood rushed from the great wound, his eyes widened before he exploded violently, sending metallic shrapnel everywhere.
"We did it." Soul said happily.
"If we use your power and my soul perception together, we can beat even Giriko!" Maka celebrated as she looked fondly down at the weapon in her hands.
"It's precisely because a magical weapon fights together with a meister that it's a magical weapon."
Let's move on to the next page." Just when all seemed well, Maka stiffened and froze, her grip on Soul tightening.
"I'm not alone either, you know." There was no time to react. Soul could only watch in horror as another Demon Saw slashed Maka from behind.