-Prologue-

-Raimundo' POV-

We had been fighting for the past half-hour, and still losing. I was grabbed by Mala Mala Jong by the shirt and thrown out into a field by a forest. I thought I heard a new sound so I turned my head to look through the near total pitch black darkness. I saw an outline of a girl running right in front of the forest. Even through the dark I could tell she had been beaten on pretty hard. The little bits of moonlight that shone through the trees illuminated spots of blood on her hair and blood stains in her chest and above. A whooshing sound could be heard faintly in the distance. The girl went nearly face first in the mud caused from the storm earlier today. Jack Spicer's Jackbots came up from behind and picked her up by the arms and held her in mid-air from Jack Spicer himself to take a look at her.

The moonlight caught her again but on her hips and stomach. I now understood why they were chasing her and why she was running away in the first place. The Third Arm Sash was being used as a loose belt. A messenger bag went across her stomach, and assuming from the opposite shoulder, had the Golden Tiger Claws coming out of it. The gold shimmered in the moonlight. I made myself get up on my own two feet, ignoring the excruciating pain shooting throughout my whole body. I wanted to scream out, the pain was that bad. I picked up my Shen Gong Wu, the Sword Of The Storm, and fired it at them, hoping to free the girl. The burst of wind blasted the group apart; everyone went in a different direction. The are got a shade lighter, but not all at once. I looked to the horizon, the sun was starting to rise. This should give me enough light to spot her with.

I started running in the direction I believed she was flung. I hear Omi yell at me to come back and her fight. I ignored him and kept running, hitting and destroying anything that got in my way. The untrimmed forest and Jackbots were slowing me down and making me weaker. I slicked my way through the forest and destroyed any Jackbots the came within arm's reach. A trail of blood caught my eye. I followed it, almost positive of where it would lead to. I ran up to the girl in terrible damage. I was shocked by what I saw.