The Kin roars and throws a punch, which I block with my arm and strike at an opening near its stomach, but it shields itself with a dark power that blocks my fist and leaves an opening of my left side. I watch as The Kin lift their blade and prepares to stab me before I can react, only able to pull back my stomach and suck in my moderate belly, (you assume I'm skinny? I'm like 175 pounds and fucking proud of it! Used to be like that before all this shit, and I regained that weight at the forge.)

The Kin is about to stab me, it's less than half an inch, but then it stops. I headbutt it, not thinking for a moment about it until it recoils and steps back. Why? Why didn't it just hit me? Why did it hesitate?

"Go Anna!" one of its minions yell.

"You can beat us!" Another joyfully exclaims.

"Fight with honor!"a third exclaims.

"What are you trying to say?" I ask.

I remember Twilight saying erasing The Kin is wrong. Maybe there is more here...

The Kin doesn't look me in the eye now, and sighs. "They'll shatter us," they speak in harmony, like three voices, maybe more, "we can't go back! We will face you with honor!"

They attack us one more, tossing their blade aside and jumping up and then slamming both their fists which we narrowly avoid as it shatters the floor, sending shrapnel into the air that scratches my face and draws blood from my cheeks. I elbow them in the ribs as they get back up an try to leap out of the way, but are to slow; I hear about two of their ribs shatter. They leap back, leaving us both looking at each other from other ends of the room, both catching our breath as The Kin hold the side of their chest, trying to keep their ribs in place. A dark power appears around where their ribs are from their hand, and they cry out in pain before standing upright, totally healed. However, they don't appear to have any mana left.

The Kin look at me and snap their fingers, and one of the husks tosses them some daggers.

"Anna," they look at me now, depression on their face, or, lack thereof... I think, "before we end this, we must speak."

"What is it?" I ask, not dropping my guard, but still recalling Twilight's words. and willing to listen.

"We are sorry," the sound sincere, and like they're about to cry, "but we were created as a weapon by our father, I.T. If we don't erase you, they'll erase us. We want you to be able to leave but, we can't beat them..."

"If they're gone," I ask, "do we still have to fight?"

The Kin shake their head.

I approach them. "You said you were proud of me," I inquire, "why?"

"We're not sure," the Kin explain, "we guess it started back when we first destroyed this world. WE just.. couldn't finish the job. For years we stalled finishing the job, and since then. you've grown so much. I guess in a way, we view you like our daughter?"

"I little odd," I reply, "but not absurd. Look, we don't have to fight. We can beat your dad. You can do this. You're better than this."

I hug the Kin.

"I believe in you dad..."