"I expected you to be my reinforcements to help get the door down," the severe, orange haired nurse said, eyeing over Monica and Ramone, "But it seems things just got a lot more interesting. Tell me, where are my reinforcements?"

"They are in the basement, senora," Monica said, "The place you left us to await our doom."

"I don't need to know what they're doing down there," the nurse said, rolling her eyes. "But it seems the little queen has some little friends who want to help her too."

"That's right, nurse hatchet," Ramone decreed. "And luckily for me, I've got a very talented young swordslady on my side! One who managed to make short work of your ground floor guards."

Ramone glanced over at Monica who drew her sword with a smile.

"I don't know how I got roped into this with your Diablo child," the Montero said in her accented voice, "but I ain't going down without a fight!"

"Very well then," the severe nurse said, sporting a wicked grin. It was highlighted by the dim candles burning on the wall. "I hope you aren't afraid of needles."

The nurse drew a small syringe out of her pocket. The needle was as long as her index finger. Monica scoffed. "Ah that...I gotten shots for Everblight that were much bigger than that…"

The bold swordswoman continued to laugh but as the nurse pressed the button on the side of the syringe the needle grew the entire length of her body. Monica's knees trembled. "I uhhh… Ay dio mio," she gasped. "I think I'll skip the flu shot this year!"

A steely look glistened in the nurse's eyes. "And this won't just hurt, you don't even know what's inside, but that's a special surprise between me and you. A little bit of doctor-patient confidentiality!"

The nurse brandished the syringe like a sword, holding it to divide her face. "And you know what the worst part is, my friend?"

"What?!" Monica asked, not wanting to know anymore surprises.

"After our session," the nurse said casually. "You won't be getting a lollypop. Just a ticket to the afterlife!"

The nurse charged forward with her syringe sword. Monica held her iron weapon in front of her in order to block it. The nurse was suprisingly agile as she leaped backwards when Monica swung her sword. All around them, rain ran heavy on the windows overlooking a dark and stormy sea. Some of the asylum's men had stopped attempting to break into the Demollusk room and watched as their nurse fiercely waged a battle against the assailant.

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"Watch the tip of the needle carefully," Ramone reminded Monica. "It's got further range than it looks."

"Thank you cabro," the swordfighter said as she kept her eyes on it.

The towering needle wobbled back and forth everytime she swiped at it, and Monica hoped she could decapitate it, rendering the syringe sword useless.

"We only want the best for the kingdom," the nurse said in a honey sweet voice. "Surely, you want that too."

Monica jumped back and said, "The only thing that concerns me is the life debt I owe the diablo child. She saved my life so the least I can do is deliver her to safety. Then once she's free, I will have nothing to do with her. I've got my own battles to fight, senora!"

"You are defending a plagued queen," the nurse remarked coldly. "A child ruler whose right eye has been replaced with that of a demon's eyeball. She needs to be operated on. It's nothing personal to her, it's for the sake of the kingdom."

"Must you be so clinical?" Monica asked, waiting for her opponent to make her next move.

"Well," the nurse said. "I am from the department of health after all. But that's funny for you to say, considering you are the cold blooded killer, Django!"

The health worker snickered with a sub temperate laugh. "Perhaps when you are sedated, I shall practice my next lobotomy on you! Then I will show the world how the wonders of science can fix anything, even the mind of a killer!"

Monica's blood boiled in her veins. The real Django had managed to pass his identity onto her. She wretched at the though of being seen by the goverment as the monster who had murdered her own brother. "I am not…" Monica roared with her eyes full of burning passion. "Django!"

She charged forward, taking furious swipes at her adversary. The nurse, normally cool and reserved couldn't keep up with a fully trained swordswoman. "Call me that name one more time, and you will sear in the fire of hell!"

"Criminal scum…" the nurse muttered as she was backed towards the glass paneled window. "You are exactly what you say you aren't. You will always be an enemy of the government, Django!"

With one last swing, Monica screamed and broke the syringe sword in half. The ensuing break had caused enough momentum that it sent the nurse toppling backwards right through the window of Dedlam Asylum and into the cloudy abyss below.

Monica watched as the wicked nurse plummeted to her death. But she couldn't focus too long on it. She felt a slight jab and she had collapsed onto the floor. Ramone ran over to her puffing and panting. "My good swordslady!" he cried and held her hand. Things were fading and flickering and when he raised her hand up, she witnessed the shrapnel of needle inside of it.

No, Monica thought, I cannot go out here. I still have my vengeance. I need to...push on and kill that no-good lying, murderous Django!

But with a sad smile, she looked up at Ramone. "Cabro," she smiled as she lost consciousness. "The rest is up to you!"