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Maha was jittery that day, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, out of sheer excitement. Nothing but pure anticipation for another atrocity to kill, another blood to spill, and another achievement of murder. Other people might have looked upon this girl and see nothing more then a typical giddy Japanese woman who giggled so sheepishly at nothing but her own thoughts and they weren't far from the truth. Maha had smiled in the warmth memory of yesterday and her imp killing, small hands wrapped around the equally small head of the imp, electricity coarsing through it's brain, eyes popped, body spasming, and jaw dropped open to a final blood-curdling screech. Even after the poor imp stopped squirming and passed on, Maha wouldn't let go of his head until a grey smoke came hither from the orfaces within it's face, and a smell so vile it would make ordinary men and woman sick and haunt their memories for an eternity. It was ever so pleasant that Maha wondered for a brief moment how the other competitors would scream...

But Yumi kept Maha on crazy check, monsters, and monsters only. Dissapointing it was to be on such a leash; especially by oneself. Still Maha's eyes were wide open as she observed her folder and ran through the english. She still remembered how to speak and write English, from years of schooling where learning English was compulsory, but was rather poor at reading. Certain words did jump out at her, Yumi's name for one thing, as well as the phrase "Devil Monkeys", which made her imagne of grotesque primates with horns upon their heads, pounding their chests in a show of power and swinging down from vines to attack from above. Thinking of ending it's pathetic life sent shivers up her spine; the kind as pleasurable as fornification.

She looked around and spotted two other men, typical American man from the movies, standing at a corner with the same folder's in their hands. Neither Yumi or Maha knew much about American's, except that they ignorant, lazy, fat, and oblivious to the news, but Yumi could never say that out loud for fear of being a hypocrite. Maha neared the tall bastards with those unblinking open eyes, lips pursed together in a large smile, and in a sing-song voice called out "Kon'nichiwa~!" She sat herself down at the table and crossed her legs, head slightly turned to Jason, giving him the generosity of a flirtatious wink and a stick out her tongue for him to see. Sometimes, life called for a charity.

"I am Yumi-san-." She spat out the words with disgust at the mention of that pathetic. "-but please call me Maha-sama." She grinned malevolently once more, looking forward to her team referencing her as "master", to build up her already massive bubble of narcissism, and then, in time, they would learn to bow down before her.