Chapter 2: The Fusion, the Fragments, and the Figure

	"Oh gee, what is it this time?" Serenity grumbled, cleaning her halberd with a nearby towel.
	"H-he..." Perfect Zero paused, his shimmering, green eyes stared into the sky, "Matthew found out that we didn't terminate the Chosen Children when we were told to..." Perfect Zero collapsed, the girl selling balut and two tourists carried him away to the hospital, Zero tried to tell Serenity something, but his cries could not be heard from the many tourists scavenging around the marketplace. Serenity stared, wide eyed, as Zero was being pulled away, despite the cloak he wore being red, blood stained the cloak as Zero slowly disappeared out from Serenity's sight.
	Serenity pulled out a small, paper map from her pocket, but it was simply a pile of wet scraps, due to Serenity deciding to take a swim.
	"Oh, of course, the map is gone..." Serenity took off her cloak, looking for dry clothes around the market, only finding a dress, mainly orange and black, it was made of wool and was easy to move around in. Serenity stole the dress, and put it on, but was disappointed, noting the dress didn't have pockets.
	"Darn, I can't steal anything if I don't have pockets..." Serenity's voice slowly faded, but she almost passed out, seeing one of her favorite weapons, a baton, tucked away in a glass display case.
	"Oh wow!" Serenity marveled at the baton, despite usual weapons from its class are relatively harmless against the receiver, the one Serenity viewed had barbed, metal hooks in the side, and a button at the handle, so the user can devastate by bashing the spikes into the target, or press the button, shooting the hooks out, attached to a thread, that latch into the target, resulting them unable to even attempt to run away. Serenity stared at the weapon everyday she entered the marketplace, hoping she'd have the confidence to buy or steal it. But that day, Serenity knew, that baton was meant for her, so she walked up to the old man with the baton, who was selling various fruit juices.
	"H-hello," Serenity greeted, holding her halberd in her left hand.
	"Why hello young lady! Would you like half a liter of our great mango juice? Or if it's that time of month, we'll give you half a liter of cranberry juice, free of charge!" the old man politely advertised.
	"Oh no, I just wanted to know the price for that baton." Serenity watched as the old man wiped dust off from the case.
	"Yes, it used to be 2250 Euros, then I cut it to 1125, then to a flat 300, I guess it's too expensive for some." Serenity's jaw dropped from hearing the prices, "But I also accept in the form of weight, eight kilograms of pure weapon, like that halberd of yours!" the old man pointed at the shiny weapon, and Serenity held on to the weapon, like a child holding their favorite stuffed animal. Serenity stared at her halberd, the heavy weapon may have been worn out, and the shaft of it held together by tape, but Serenity felt as if the low quality weapon was synced to her heart, she knew where to strike with it, when to strike, she learned many different things from the halberd, for example, a wooden shaft cannot block an ax's blade. Serenity never kept a diary, she always told her halberd late at night, it knows her deep, dark secrets, some nights she didn't speak to it at all, simply crying to it, holding the weapon to her chest, the metal part in a soft, protective sleeve so Serenity wouldn't cut herself while holding it. Serenity looked away, and handed the old man her weapon.
	"Please make the transaction quick, I don't want to have to look at it," Serenity covered her eyes as the old man took the halberd, he directed it to a scale, but stopped, and held the weapon in his hands.
	"Honey, I don't know if this weapon weighs enough, probably, but I can tell that the sentimental weight of this weapon must be like fifty kilograms to you. I, I had a weapon like that too, it was a slingshot. I loved it very much, when I deep into hot water, I'd always shoot at them in a tree, anything from cherries, to sharp rocks, to small, metal balls. I told it my secrets at night, and I'd tear up whenever it broke in the heat of a fight. One day, it, it shattered, my wooden slingshot, the one I made at the age of seven, and has until I was eighteen years old, I was running on the rooftops of houses from someone, I think they were trying to mug me. I shot five sharp rocks at them, then, it happened. I jammed my slingshot into their side, they pulled out a knife, and struck a weaker part of the slingshot, it burst into thousands of little splinters, defenseless, I jumped into the water. I tell you this because I don't want your halberd to end up like my slingshot." the old man grabbed the baton from its case, and gave it to Serenity, "I don't know how I can repay for the dramatic difference in how much these weapons are worth, how about all the juice you want, free of charge? Okay, a 75% discount, I don't want to run out of juice and have no profit, and one more thing..." the old man comes out from the stand and hugs Serenity, "I believe in you!"
	Serenity barely cried, she knew it showed weakness and only did it in private, but for the first time in her life, Serenity fell onto her knees, a single tear fell from her eyes as she made a loud, sobbing noise. She then got back up, trying to wipe away her tears without making it appear obvious.
	"Thank you so much, it feels great, knowing that someone had as much love for an inanimate object as I did!" Serenity gladly took the baton, and a pair of brown, leather gloves that protected the entire arms up to their elbows from accidentally hitting their hands with the barbed hooks.
	"Wow, you had a much more stable reaction than I did, I cried all night, and didn't even touch a weapon until I built this beautiful catapult!" the old man held a small, wooden catapult that seemed to be about as big as a watermelon, "I wanted something easy to use and similar to a slingshot, but bigger, so I guess this'll do!"
	Serenity then said her goodbyes to the old man, and suddenly remembered about Matthew.
	"Oh no, Matthew's probably lit something on fire by now." Serenity held onto her new baton, and ran on the rooftops, looking for an open, yellow window, as the hideout Matthew used always had an open, yellow window on its roof for an unknown reason. Serenity kept running, and almost fell off into the water from boredom, eventually, however, Serenity found the open, yellow window and heard screaming from the hideout, but oddly not Matthew's scream.
	"Okay, I'm intervening," Serenity jumped into the room via the window, seeing Matthew, a young child, closest to the age of eleven, wearing a pale, apricot shirt, and torn shorts, he was breathing heavily, and was staring at someone Serenity never met before. The odd person made Serenity feel uneasy, they wore what looked like yoga pants and a tank top, and seemed slightly muscular. The person also had long, white hair and white skin, they seemed to be mannequin-like, they had no facial features, except for indents around the area where the eyes would be. The person was laying on the ground as if they were recently attacked.
	"Hello Female Forte, I knew that Perfect Zero would be too weak to terminate his friends,but you? I expected better of you..." Matthew pulled out a slightly dull knife from his pocket, "If you can't terminate Terri, then I guess I'll terminate you,not before I deal with Moonstone, who refused to terminate them as well!" from hearing their name, Moonstone stood up, and pressed a button on a nearby radio, and attacked to the beat of the song they chose, shooting a beam of light from the ground on high notes, and preforming a type of combat involving jabbing the target with their open palms to the melody. Matthew dashed towards Moonstone, knife at hand, and attempted to slice at Moonstone, but they successfully dodged, and smirked
	"This is my favorite part!" Moonstone said in a hushed tone, an instrumental solo in the song resulted in Moonstone grabbing and throwing Matthew into the air, she jumped up gracefully and jabbed Matthew in the side, he hit the floor with a great thud, Moonstone then shot an array of beams, nine of the light beams pierced Matthew's body, then they shot a burst of electricity at Matthew at the hit of the cymbals. Matthew got back up, gritting his teeth and barely able to move, as Moonstone got close to deliver another jab, Matthew sliced at Moonstone, a giant, open wound formed on their chest, and it was leaking a blue light.
	Serenity stood, motionless, until Matthew sliced at Moonstone. She grabbed her baton, and hit Matthew with the dull side of the weapon, knocking him unconscious.
	"Oh, thank you so much Female Forte!" Moonstone whispered, holding at their giant wound.
	"It's Serenity, and, do you think you'll be okay, Moonstone?" Serenity tried touching the wound, but her hand passed right through the mark.
	"Of course not," Moonstone said gently, "I was a Figure that was always to dish out a hit, but can't take one. But, I have one request, Serenity" Moonstone looked into Serenity's eyes, what little expression they could show, it showed intense pain.
	"W-what is it, Moonstone?" Serenity asked.
	"My gemstone, don't let anyone get a hold of it..." Moonstone's form started fading away, turning into blue light, then, a light enveloped the room, and what was left were five pieces of shattered moonstone. Serenity prepared walking out of the hideout, moonstone shards in hand. As she stepped out of the door, two dogs were playing around in the streets, one a beagle shape, but had a pug face and a curly tail, the other a tall, slender dog primarily a white, black and orange color, Serenity inferred the tall dog being a mix of an Australian Shepard and a Welsh Sheepdog. The two bashed into Serenity, a moonstone shard fell out of Serenity's hands, and both dogs tried catching it, but only the bigger one did, but as he caught it, both of the dogs turned into simply white silhouettes, the two forms merged, bathing the area in light, the result was a giant, fluffy dog, with a primarily orange, black, and brown pallet, floppy ears, and a curly tail that put a pig's to shame. The new dog spoke in a loud, booming voice
	"Hello! We are, er, I am dogs! Well now I am one dog, but more like a super-dog, because I am two dogs! I am" the super-dog inhaled "TobyJoey! I think a nickname would be more fitting though!"
	He is, indeed, the super-dog