How about a story of a squad of detectives hunting a serial killer whose house never seems to stay in the same place. One of the detectives is the killer and is leading the police to his local residence. Upon finding the place, the police begin searching the house, only to find that it's a never ending maze of traps, hidden rooms, deadly puzzles and mezmerizing illusions! When the last two are alone, the killer reveals himself, being one of the cops that seemed to have died earlier to a pit-fall trap, he lays out his master plan to them before they fall into an eternal ring of madness. Afterwards, they are let back into society as to which can never be normal for them again.

I got into DnD about two years ago. After discovering the whole thing was different than the railroad, single-storyline lameball I thought it was, I became obsessed. I've wanted to play ever since the first taste, but didn't even know where to start. I began listening to dnd stories from critcrab and dndstories and the such. After getting a taste of the magical adventures to be had, I wanted to learn more. I began listening to gameplay and listening to lore podcasts about creatures and monsters. I'm halfway through Critical Role's 1st campaign and with all of that experience, I was ready to delve into the game. Being accepted by one of my friend's discord groups, I began making a few characters. I'll list 'em below and a little bit about them.

Daniel- Yes that's it. Daniel the gnomish arcane trickster. He's a fun pun guy, who keeps trying to use his name in his jokes. Being only level four, Daniel seeks the countryside for small mercenary work to eventually rebuild his home village, which was destroyed by a band of short humanoids. His life was saved by a traveling trove of adventurers, so he adores anyone who is tall. (Like 6'5"+)

Captain Farghus Siezmore (Capsize)- A human rogue with a level in warlock. A lighthearted fellow, Capsize enjoys keeping things cheery, even when things look bleak. Suffering from trauma from a horrific incedent which started with getting his ship stuck in a frozen lake to eventually eating his entire crew to stave off starvation in search of a town. Realizing he got a small taste for human, he tries to get more tastes when nobody is around, despite it weighing heavy on his conscience. With an INT of only five, Capsize was found doing the wierdest things and asking the dumbest questions around town. After almost suffocating under a pile of snow he dug himself into and mugged by Durigar, Capsize made a pact with the Fiend. Not knowing what he was getting himself into, he just wanted to use the sparkly magic his friend Rorke was doing. Sadly, afterwards, Capsize's luck was not meant to be. While exploring a cave, Rorke and Capsize got seperated from the group and were attacked by a Grell. (Large brain-thing with a beak and tentacles) Capsize was brutally slaughtered before he even knew what was going on and thrown down a deep chasm into the underdark where his body shall lay and decay.

Freshnar Dundershmidt- A halfling cleric. A quick to speak guy whose personality is only outmatched by his terrible luck. Quick to heal, but also extort his allies, Freshnar is a true hand for hire. As a cleric from out of town, Freshnar came up to the Icewind Dale to visit his father. Upon arrival, he discovered a note upon his father's desk. Inside, was a small explanation, stating that his father had been fishing when a Knuckle-Head Trout (the most common fish in all the Ten-Towns) bit his entire finger off, taking the family ring. Determined to retrieve it, he planned to find it in the icy waters. Finding his father's body only hours after reading the note, Freshnar tries to get his inheritance to help him not only return home, but also help with the newfound grief. Although, without his father's ring, he couldn't prove who he was to any of the official guard. Seeking to claim his father's property, Freshnar plans to aquire money to hire a wizard to help find it.

Along with making these characters, I had homebrewed several creatures. Though they were mostly just descriptions, I tried to make a few fictional characters along with ones I made up.

Hogarth Hughes- A level 7 human gunslinger. Wandering around the woods most of the time with his signature gun, "Hog Hug," Hogarth seeks to find a ginormous warforge he refers to as the "Iron Giant." He can be found almost anywhere throughout the campaign, though his progress will be in line with the players, though he never grows level. Upon speaking, Hogarth will ask if the party have seen or have any parts of his warforge, so that he may repair him. When he is done, (whenever you want that to be) he will find the players again, either seeking revenge or offering alliagence depending on their last interaction.

Prince Charming- A level 12 human paladin. Walking through the feywilds, Charming has really taken accustom to it's routines, such as fairy tails replaying themselves. Having his mind broken around this ideal, Charming will often try to save any damsel in distress he comes across. The damsel can be anyone the prince deems is in need of saving, often leading to sudden betrayal during battles as the prince doesn't allow anyone to be in the way of his mistress. He wields a flame claymore +1.

Along with these few, I've made an encounter to match as well.

Erkyk'n The Everlasting- A level 10 Goblin wizard who strived to make his small troop as powerful as possible. Erkyk'n has been trading with a Hag from the Abnormal Kingdom that goes by the name Sylvin. Giving babies, goblin or not, Erkyk'n recieves a temporary immortality potion, which he does not realize is made of the skin of the children he offers. Being alive for so long, Erkyk'n is privy to a wierd magic. Known as "Stone Elevator", whenever Erkyk'n tosses rocks on another surface that is also rock, the stones will extend fourty feet in whatever angle they were thrown, making barriers and attacks quick and effective. Living in a small cave, Erkyk'n ordered his group to build pillars that were about three feet tall, which were just small stumps compared to their large cave-like abode. With the stumps, all the goblins may take the hide action to dash between them and shoot any intruders with their shortbows, as most of them are taller than three feet. At the start of any encounter, Erkyk'n with throw down a thick fog, obscuring his goblins and his trusty tactican (A level 7 goblin ranger) will cast Pass Without Trace on all of his comrades, making gorrilla warfare much easier. Erkyk'n will only be disueded by threat of death or if the players can offer him an immortality potion that is perminent.

Grub Naga- A large, pale grub-like naga that resides in a temple in the Abnormal Kingdom. Being a very benign creature, Grub Naga will allow visitors to sleep upon her extremely soft body, cooing them to sleep with her equally soft voice. As Nagas often are, Grub is a keeper of vast knowledge, willing to share with anyone who simply asks her a question in exchange for an answer to a question she asks. These questions can range from the normal 'How are you' to very personal questions, often making the person admit information to his party or others around that they might not have wanted them to know about. Her only condition for rest upon her body is that the adventurers clean themselves before they approach. If they do not, she will do one of three things; 1: cast prestidigitation on any refusers, 2: cast suggest or dominate person, forcing them to do it themselves or 3: her mouth will unhinge and she will breifly engulf the person's body with her mouth, allowing her insides to clean the person. While not harboring any smells, the experience is very gross. Grub will also cast suggest at random points to people around her, telling them dumb things such as 'One of your party's voice annoys you' and watch the chaos unfold. She often wears faces of beautiful women, ones you might find on dolls or in brothels.

Now, to the Abnormal Kingdom.

The Abnormal Kingdom is run by a hag disguised as a beautiful queen. Her actual name is Great Granny Gurtrude, but she goes by Queen Myre. She will often point players away from learning much about her, often telling them to go by the Giant's Blacksmithery or Coven Cove. The Giant's Blacksmithery is a blacksmith shop run by twelve giants. The giants are named as follows: Needy, Beady, Teeny, Meanie, Feedy, Heedy, Beanie, Leanie, Keeny, Clingy, Bringy and Dave. Each of their characteristics or personalities revolve around their names. Often asking several things of the players, the giants will often repay with strong cosmetic armor or repurposed gold and jewelry. In Coven Cove, players will come across a bustling city of hags, trading and talking to one another. Each home has a transportation circle that allows them to travel across the globe, visiting villages and kingdoms for their own profit. This coven of hags is one of the most powerful in all of the lands and not even ancient red dragons dare to attack them.

Enough said, now onto the Creatures.

The Kreeper- A marble canine-like creature. A larger, hairless animal made entirely out of marble, the Kreeper is missing the top half of what would be the dog's head. Still having eyes right along the split, it will scoop at enemies with the bottom row of it's sharp teeth, bucking like a bull. The Kreeper emerges from cave art that looks like it whenever someone views the picture. Being immune to all things a earth elemental is, the Kreeper is annoyingly quick and cunning, often being able to get the drop on it's prey. With an adv to initiative, this creature is sure to strike hard and fast for low level players.

The Doverdutch- A race of small centaur-like goblin canines. Often having the lower half as the canine. These small creatures are often very crafty and as resourceful as they come. Their villages are often well hidden and fairly sparse in population. This race litterally eminates silence around them, making spellcasters almost non-existant. Their towns sell weapons that double as ranged ones. Speak goblin and giant.

The Hallingra- Race of six-headed humanoids with no ears on any of their heads. Can read minds and are experts at laying traps. Hard to find and stand at most four feet in height. The only way to find these creatures is an unessessary number of traps in an area. Normally docile, the Hallingra can communicate telepathically in a language the person recieving cannon naturally understand. (Example: Player is gnomish, Hallingra will speak giant, even if the gnome knows giant.)

The Catermillion- An extremely large milipede-like creature. Crashes through the feywilds on it's numerous legs. Owns several scars on it's sides from the trees attacking it. The buildup of callouses have made the Catermillion resistant to most physical attacks. Resides within Crystal mountains and feeds upon small villages.

That's all I got though. I'm eager to maybe flesh these ideas out and maybe run a campaign of my own, feel free to use any of 'em if you like. (Tell me about what happened pls)

Back in the time known as the future, Kuja wonders an open plain, in search for his next target. He pulls out his flier with their descriptions. Reading aloud, Kuja is annoyed at the details and, not to mention, the poor macoroni art for the portraits. "Ugh, this is the last time I get demon info from a freakin' child. Guess that's what I get for kidnapping the little guy. Could've stopped me, but I guess when your kidnapper yells, 'Hey y'all, I'm gonna take this child now, please stop me!' It tends to take the whole crowd off guard. Whatever. What did he at least say about- really? It's written in CRAYON! Not to mention it's PINK! That's like, the worst color! Ugghhhh!" Pinching the bridge of his nose, he finally reads after a long sigh, "Midna Twins. Big scary. Use portals, one's a girl and the other is ugly... I assume he meant guy. Tall... Is he speaking in general or reletively? 'Cause, like, everything is tall when you're as short as that stub. Red hair, brown skin annnnnd they wear overcoats. Well, at least they sound human. I suppose we should start in these woods named Midna Forest... They're probably in here somewhere."

After walking for what seemed like forever, but probably about three minutes, Kuja came across a large Mayan-looking temple. "Huh." Kuja said aloud. "They're probably here. Odd that the village nearby never actually found them. They're, like, really local. Eh, not my problem. At least, not for long." He shrugged before walking up to the first step. Right as the first molocule of his solid, flex-steel boots touched the rocky stair step, the ground rumbled. It was a small one, like one of your siblings just got tossed across a room above you, only this time, it's not accompanied by the screaming of a banshee. A portal openned up and two individuals walked out at the top of the temple stairs. Looking up at them, Kuja made eye contact with ugly. Kuja spoke first, "So, you must be girl," and turned to look at the female, "and you must be ugly." The girl, clearly offended, spoke aloud, "I am NOT ugly! If anything, HE is!" She yelled, jabbing a finger in her brother's direction. "Sis, that's not very nice, and besides, I AM NOT A GIRL!" He screamed at Kuja. "Well the wanted poster says different! It says one of you is girl, and the other one is ugly, so I just assumed based on what I saw." Kuja said, seemingly disinterested in the interaction.

Even more offended, the girl spoke up, "Can't you tell!? I'm the girl!" She announced, holding her hands on her breasts and pulling them up. Scratching his face and looking away, Kuja retorts, "Yeah... Didn't bother to look at that platueo." The girl became silent, jaw agape. The ugly begins to laugh hysterically, "Ooohhh! He just served you a burn platter with a side of burn, extra burn sauce on top!" The girl began patting her breasts, realizing herself that she is indeed, flat. Smirking at the remark, Kuja turns to ugly, "Don't forget, the poster called you ugly." With that, the girl begins to laugh, pointing her finger in her brother's face. "You got called officially ugly! That sucks, pal! If only you got my looks!" She clucked. "We're twins! Which means you're ugly too, just in a slightly uglier boy's body." She looked even more offended, hiding her breasts with her coat and pouting. "Let me see that wanted poster!" The ugly said, holding his hand out. Kuja held it up to him, "This one?" A portal openned in front of him, small and floating just below the hand which held the paper. "Just drop it in." Ugly said. Shrugging, Kuja dropped the paper and it flew down in front of ugly and he caught it without any trouble. "This looks like it was drawn by a child!" He said, looking over the paper. "You don't even get a good reward for catching us! You get a sixty-four pack of crayons for both of our heads!" Ugly complained. "Better than the thirty-two pack I'm working with now." Kuja whined openly, waving his arms in a wide arc. "What child even made this?" Ugly questioned incredulously. "This one." Kuja replied nonchalantly as he pulled a child from behind him. "Unhand me, heathen! Thou shant handle me in this manner a minute longer!" The child squealed, struggling to shake his hand free. Kuja's grip stayed tight on his wrist. "Toss him up here." Ugly said, openning a portal in front of Kuja.

Shrugging, Kuja held the child up in front of him, dangling him at full extension and not shaking in the slightest. "Upon discovering a new perspective, I would much appreciate the guesture if you would change your mind about my previous request. I would much rather not descend into the deep void of a cultish mage conjuration as this! I am to assume it to be of an evi- No! Wait!" The elequent child, who reads thesaurus on his spare time, yelled nervously as Kuja dropped him. He fell through the portal and it closed as soon as his shoulders crossed through, decapitating the small child. Ugly caught his body in his hands, turning his head from the spewing blood. "Ew." He said, and tossed the boy's body down the stairs, watching it tumble all the way down. Kuja watched as it fell until it landed at his feet. "Could've done without that." He said, lightly kicking the child's head so it bounces off of the rest of him. "But he was getting on my nerves, so eh." He shrugged. "Well, let's get this over with. Come at me with all you got, ugly. Flat, I suppose you're next." Kuja taunted. "Let's get one thing straight." Started flat, "My name is Vernice and my brother's name is Alester. What do you call yourself you long, mold hair-colored idiot." "The name's Kuja, but I guess it doesn't matter. I'll be yanking those overcoats off of your dead bodies by the end of the day, you look-alike wannabies. Quick question, though, where did you guys get your coats? They look alot like mine, but the owner died recently, so I can't seem to get a new one." Kuja questioned. Ugly shru-ow! You didn't have to punch me. Fine, I'll call you your actual names. Ahem.

Alester shrugged, "I found it at a tailor shop in the thirteenth universe. Pretty good quality, but the guy didn't want to let me borrow it, so I sent him into the sun." Kuja pouted, "Come on! I liked that guy! Why'd you have to kill him? Ugh. Whatever, lets just get this over with. I'm tired of looking at your faces." Vernice shrugged, "Fine, pal. Your funeral."

A portal appeared next to Kuja and an intense heat came from it. Inside the portal, it was blindingly bright. Another portal appeared below Vernice and she dropped behind Kuja and right-hooked him into the stairs saying, "Sol!" The dust settled and Kuja pulled himself out of the small crater he made with his face and spat out a rock. "Ow. The heck was that?" He said, turning around. Vernice shouted a battle cry and leapt towards him. Catching both of her hands, Kuja noticed Vernice's eyes were shaped like stars. They were cartoonishly yellow and twinkled lightly. He delivered a left jab into her kidney and she choked, spitting a bit of bile onto Kuja's face. "Now it's my turn to say ew. Get off me, flat." Kuja said and sank his foot into Vernice's gut, sending her flying into several trees. Getting caught on the last one, she tried to pull herself out, but was a little stuck. Kuja began to walk towards her, but a portal openned in front of him. He suddenly appeared in front of Alester and took a jab across the face. Reeling from the blow, Kuja retorted with a kick of his own, only to see it come across his own face. He breifly saw stars before Alester tripped him and another portal openned below Kuja. He fell through and appeared twenty feet above the stairs. Landing with a sickening smack, he fell down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, another portal openned and he appeared at the top again, right where he fell before. After falling through the cycle twice more before catching himself. Rolling into the fall, Kuja reeled his foot up. Bringing it down, he axe kicked Alester in the head, planting a nice hair plant in the top of the stairs. Jumping behind him, Kuja brought his foot back and canonballed Alester's family jewels. After inhaling a lump of rocks, Alester's rocks got rocketed off the top of the temple, flipping around until smacking into a tree and tasting groot while sliding down.

Kuja chuckled before another kick hit him in the back of the head. It was not that powerful, like getting slapped by a soggy, rubber glove. He turned around and saw Vernice, who was sporting a few new balloon-popping splinters in her back. "That was kinda pathetic, don't you think?" Kuja said, grabbing the kick that was soaring toward his acorns. He picked up Vernice by her leg and slammed her into the stone on the opposite side of him. After letting out a grunt and eating another serving of fruity pebbles, Vernice felt herself get tossed towards the same place her brother was kicked. Kuja noticed the portals were gone, which meant Alester can't launch portals when hurt. "Must be the glass canon, support-guy. Which means flat is the assault tank, but why was that kick so... Wimpy? It was like being slapped by a soggy, rubber glove. Maybe her power has something to do with stars. She did say something about Sol or something right after that big light portal popped in. I also guess her eyes were stars. Could probably use that to my advantage." He analyzed, touching the back of his spikey green hair. Looking back at it, he noticed it was red. "Well, that's annoying." He said. A small black flame pulsed out of his left eye. "Perhaps level one is required." Looking to his left, Kuja noticed another portal open with a bright blue light that hurt his normal eye. "Ow! Gahdammit!" He yelled, backing away from it and sheilding his eye with his arm. He quickly swung his foot around, connecting with something he didn't initially see. "Siriu-ghak!" Vernice said as she got her teeth remodeled by Kuja's boot. Spiraling from the hit, she caught herself near the edge of the temple. "Guess we're playing king of the hill." Kuja sarcastically remarked. "Quit playing!" Vernice screamed. Her hand glowed slightly and the air around her wavered, showing intense heat. She threw a punch in which Kuja caught. She smirked. Kuja looked confused for a moment then retracted his hand, glancing at the searing burn on his hand. "Jeees-OW! Are you kidding me!?" He yelled before kicking Vernice in the face. She stepped back, but didn't lose her footing. Kuja hopped onto one hand and began to spin, his legs outstretched. Taking several kicks across the face, Vernice tried to back up and gain distance, but Kuja was following her on his hand. He was spinning obnoxiously fast, faster than a beyblade or faster than Joey losing a duel with Kaiba. Yeah, that fast. Finding no way to hit him, Vernice finally jumped back, running down a few stairs. "Ha! Can't get down stairs can yo-" Vernice boasted before taking two boots to the face. She tried to grab Kuja's leg, but it wasn't there. The boots retracted and returned to Kuja's feet. He smirked, "Rocket feet, sucker." Growling, Vernice ran towards Kuja again. Losing her footing, Vernice looked up to see her portal closed and she took a swift kick from Kuja, causing her to go midair like a Lebron James slam dunk.

She flew halfway before being going through a portal and appearing behind Kuja. Catching herself on her feet, she angrily looked over at the woods. "What the hell, Al!?" Just then, another portal openned above her, the other two closing. A blinding light poured down from it, overpowering the sun. Intense heat began to melt the temple, turning it into magma. "That's more like it." Vernice said, smacking her fists together. She rushed forward again, meeting Kuja blow for blow. Catching his fists, and Kuja catching hers'. Her fists began getting faster. As she swung and began to connect her punches, she yelled, "Arcturus!" She finished the devestating combo with a kick to Kuja's midsection, folding him like a Jacob's Ladder link and flying over the stairs. A portal appeared where he was flying and he appeared in front of Vernice, who laid a right hook so hard, the Hulk would've splatterpainted the back of his jorts. Tumbling down the stairs, Kuja laid at the bottom for a minute, unmoving. Getting up on his elbows. "Okay..." He mumbled, spitting out a wad of blood. "Level two it is." He slowly got up and his hands were enveloped in shadows and black fire. Vernice lept off the forbidden cheese-rocks and flew towards Kuja, pulling her fist back. She rocketed it forward, but Kuja caught it with his equal hand. Looking up, he grinned before taking a rocket punch on the opposite side of his face. Flying back, Kuja fired a couple of shadow fireballs toward Vernice. She grabbed them and screamed, shaking her hands back and forth like she just high-fived a live clothes iron. "Hot hot hot! Ow! I though I could absorb it! Normally that's how it works with fire and me." She whined. Kuja chuckled, "Yeah, this isn't natural starfire or anything. A bit different, really. I call it holy-hellfire. Little bit of an oxymoron, but hey, it works."

Vernice grit her teeth. "Just die already." She launched forward, shoving Kuja's hand to the side, barely avoiding another fireball and kicking Kuja's leg out from under him. Kuja, being forced into a split, groaned as a portal appeared below his torso. Vernice's fist came up from it, uppercutting his banana-cherries. Keeling over, Kuja clutched his forbidden berries before taking a kick to his chin. He flew into a few trees, taking an apple off of one. Landing down on the ground, he held his walnuts for a minute. "Low blow, flat... Low blow." Kuja stood. "Level three... Ow." He stood up and the shadow leaked from his shoulders and met up with his hands. "No, you know what? Level nine." He growled and the shadow enveloped his entire body, morphing him into a panther-like creature... With fists. Vernice's eyes widened. "What the actual fu-" She almost said before taking a fist at break-neck speed. A punch so powerful that superman started investing in health insurance. She flew backwards and went through the entire temple.

Coughing up loads of blood that a few vampires know her location now, she weakly stumbled out of the impact she had made. "Okay, Alester..." She mumbled, "Solar society..." Kuja stalked forward before several portals appeared around them, shielding them in unyeilding light. Vernice slowly rose, her body eminating a pure white aura. She spoke with a voice that didn't seem to belong to here, there was a goddess-like voice that encompassed the both of them. "Sol, Sirius, Arcturus, Aldebaran, Antares, Betelguese, Mu Cephi, VV Cephi A, VY Canis Major... Lend me your godlike power and alow me to glow brighter than the shadows that lie upon this beast." The air began to hum and the area around them began to glow, like a sun was being made from the sheer heat from the portals. She warped in front of Kuja, no longer needing portals to move around quickly. Kuja wasn't surprised and began to throw fists. Sun-Goddess Vernice also began to attack, matching Holy-Demon Kuja blow for blow. Their movements too fast to even witness, they fought. The area around them began vibrating with the intensity of their blows, trees shook, animals died of heat stroke and were cooked on the spot, insects exploded from the impacts and Alester persisted. "Come on, sis. He doesn't stand a chance now. Not even he could've guessed that we were the gods of Space and Sun. I haven't even gone my full power, either. I'm even higher up than her, but I'll never let her know that." Alester boasted.

Inside the fire, Kuja was fighting furiously, slowly losing ground in the blazing inferno, too bright for his eyes to take. He was fighting blindly, using his shadow eye to see where Vernice was striking from, giving up on trying to shield the normal one. Inside the shadow panther, Kuja's face was only half concealed. While his skin did not burn, his normal eye had gone blind long ago, incapable of comprehending the intense light. Growing tired of taking punches, Kuja grabbed Vernice and threw her into one of the portals. The throw outmatched the rocketing wind and power of the star and she was thrown to the other side. Alester was feeling high and mighty until his face was replaced with a panther fist. Never getting the chance to prove himself, Alester never transformed and remained a glass canon. After his head being turned into literal ashy pasted on the back of tree, the portals closed. Kuja turned around slowly, hearing gasping, but not breaking his nineth form. He was met with half of Vernice, cut directly below her legs.

Dropping his form finally, Kuja walked over to Vernice's prone form, who was gasping for air. Having her star power cut off, she reverted to her normal form, blood oozing from her back and legs. Kuja crouched right next to her ear and whispered, "And that, is the end of that." He stood up and stomped her skull into the dirt, splattering it like a sledgehammer and watermelon. Kuja then snapped his fingers and two dark energies emerged from their forms and he absorbed them. "Whew." He said, "Good thing I didn't go to my tenth form. That would've used up one of my universal charges... Only got like, five of 'em. Oh well, you live and you learn. Unless you're one of these two." Kuja limped out of the forest and back toward the village that had the bounty. "Time to get those cray- wait..." Kuja said to himself, realizing that the kid he brought was dead and there would be no way he could get his crayons. "Son of a- stupid flat-chested, god wannabe. Sick of these crayons. Whatever." he grumbled to himself, spitting a bit of blood out and looking down at his ruined clothes. "Dangit, how am I going to find a guy who makes coats like mine? Add grey shirts and cargo pants to boot! Ah, at least my flex-steels are okay. Count your blessings, Kuja. Count your blessings..." He sighed and continued walking.

Dear Pathetic Diary,

I've met a wonderful new challenge today. After obliterating that waste of space, Trunks, I had come across his time machine. Traveling to the past, I have come to fufill my purpose, as the Androids of my time are currently... Dismantled. After awaking from my slumber, I was met with the challenge of gaining power and remaining under the radar of those filthy scum of fighters that protect this rock. I've finally gained enough to move into my first imperfect form. Finally shedding the outter shell of my weak mortality, my first step towards perfection has come. Tomorrow, I will set out to the nearest installment of human cows and gather more strength. As of right now, my power isn't exactally a challenge for those fighters. I will come into my own soon, though. It is, after all, my destiny. Brother, sister, please wait for me. We shall be one soon. Very soon.

-Cell

Sorry or not

Why does it matter

We own plastic dishes

Because the glass ones shatter

They don't know I'm here

Would mom and dad stop fighting

If I wasn't here?

"And now I have avenged you... Masa... Dad..." Jacron muttered, falling to his knees as shards began to rise out of the dirt. He took one last exhale before they enveloped him in a purple and white case of translucent, ethereal ice.

Soon after the Tele-Train arrived and the police began to pour out in all directions, weapons at the ready. As they fanned out, Lisa, Brendon and Floyd stumbled out of a cleaning closet, very dizzy.

"That's why they knock us out, eh?" Brendon said, falling outside the door. "Let's not do that again. Ever." Lisa said, tripping over Brendon. "Quite." Floyd said, walking in front of them, a little dazed. "I came prepared." He said, holding a small knockout needle in his right hand.

Lisa and Brendon rolled their eyes and began to sloppily get up. "Now, where are they? The city seems to have gone silent, save for the guards hollering orders out. I guess that means Jacron and Masa won." Floyd said, looking around. Suddenly they all heard a voice cut through the crowds, and several policemen were forming a crowd.

Lisa walked out first, leading the other two towards the crowd. They pushed aside guards and Lisa put her hands on her mouth, seeing Jacron frozen in place.

**Two weeks later**

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the burial of two heroes." The priest said, lowering a single coffin into the ground in front of an intact ethereal case.

"You sure this is how they would've wanted it?" Lisa said, turning to Floyd. "Yes. The two were inseparable the whole journey. I wouldn't doubt that that would be how he would want it like this." Floyd replied, motioning towards the service and the rather large gathering of people. "I guess the king got what he really wanted." Floyd sighed. "What was that?" Brendon said, but Floyd shook his head. "I can't stay for long. As much as I want to, I have my wife to track down and I'm sure you two have much to get to as well."

Brendon and Lisa looked at each other and then back to Floyd, "Yeah, I suppose you're right, but we're going to stay a little longer, pay our respects and all." Lisa said. "Good luck with your wife. If you need help, give us a call, we'll be around, helping rebuild those broken Districts." Brendon said. "Of course." Floyd said, turning his back on the two and heading towards his vehicle. "Catch you guys around." He said, throwing up two fingers and waving. "See ya later." Lisa and Brendon said in unison.

After the memorial was done, Lisa and Brendon walked up to Jacron and Masa's grave and read the stone engraving on it. "May we be together again."

"Fitting, dontcha think?" Lisa said to Brendon. Brendon nodded. They turned back and headed into town, grabbing a few drinks before heading to the Tele-Train station.

They passed by an empty dumpster, behind an old restaurant that sat not too far from an advanced-looking mansion. Lisa and Brendon sighed once more before heading onto the train's cabin and looked once more at the city. They exchanged looks and walked in, taking a seat.

Masa looked out in horror as one fused Draconic stood still outside the hospital, now slowly walking towards her. Masa stepped backwards, being stopped by the receptionist's desk which was now in shambles.

"That can't be... But Jacron is... No, I can do it myself." She said, quivering in the slightest. She took a deep breath and clenched her fist before walking outside. She confronted the Draconic which was a few feet away. "I can protect you, Jac. I'll show you. Just get better." She said, readying herself with her claws bore.

The Draconic screeched before hitting her in the side of the head, which sent her realing into a nearby parked vehicle. She rolled off the side, popped her neck side to side as she said, "If strength isn't my speed, I guess tactics are next in line."

The Draconic went for her leg, but she moved it away just in time to throw a kick at the thing's face. It stammered, but showed no damage. Masa quickly shot an array of stun needles out of her claws which pierced the Draconic and slowing it down. She began to rush it, slashing it more and more, still delivering more stun poison to it. She delivered a sweep kick, tripping the

Draconic that couldn't move very fast anymore.

The Draconic roared again and Masa stepped back, watching her poison flow from the Draconic's scratches and oozing on the ground below it. It pushed the poison out! Masa scrunched her face, looking for a new strategy and tried it. She fired off another array of needles from her claws, but this time, the Draconic dodged them all and quickly rocketted a punch into Masa's abdomen, who spit up blood from the impact.

She stood, stunned for a moment before grabbing the Draconic's arm with her right claw, digging into it's forearm deep and pouring stun poison in it. Before the Draconic could roar again, Masa fired stomach poison needles at its abdomen, causing it to vomit quickly. It's vomit was hotter than magma! It spew it's vomit onto Masa's arm which got extremely burned before she pulled it away in time. She quickly put out her arm which was momentarily on fire. The Draconic

began to roar again, watching the poison seep from it's arm and abdomen.

"I can't do much if it keeps seeping it out... But I won't lose!" Masa said, holding her arm just above her elbow where it wasn't burned. She looked at her singed arm and noticed her claws had been burned into her fingertips.

She couldn't feel her arm and was both happy and concerned about it. Her fingers wouldn't move unless she spread her STA-mana through it at a high

concentration. "Lefty it is then. Here's hoping." She shrugged and turned her attention back to the Draconic who was no longer in front of her.

She turned around fast enough to get hit with the butt of a large sword and thrown to the ground. She spat blood and a tooth before slowly rising to her feet once more. "Now it's fair, we can only use our one arm." She said moving her limp one about slightly.

The Draconic looked at her arm and then back to her. It spun around, giving it's sword some heavy momentum and went for Masa. She ducked in time to lightly parry his blade by pushing the center with her left arm claws as she ducked down. The sword flew up a bit higher than the Draconic was expecting, but it still maintained control. It brought the sword full swing to another round to which Masa jumped off the sword and clawed at the Draconic's side and arms.

Once again, it was stunned. It opened its mouth to roar again, but Masa grabbed a clump of bloody mud and shoved it into the Draconic's mouth. It gagged on the mud, biting down onto Masa's arm, trapping it in place. Masa screamed tried to pull away. She kept stabbing the Draconic's tongue with every kind of poison she had. She fired stun poison, knockout poison, stomach poison and even lethal poison, but nothing was working.

The left eye of the beast began to lower and Masa felt it's jaw begin to loosen up, but it fully swallowed the bloody mud and rocketed another punch into Masa's gut, dropping the sword. It's jaw re-tightened as it dug it's teeth into her arm again. It began to punch her in the gut repetitively, getting weaker as it did so. The poison was having an effect, but it wasn't affecting the Draconic fast enough. At this rate, Masa was done for and she knew it.

She concentrated all her remaining STA-mana into her other arm and shoved it straight through the Draconic's chest. It let go of Masa's arm as she began to take a few steps back and fall to the ground. The Draconic let out a small roar, letting some of the poison seep from its mouth before falling to its knees.

Masa had won! She smiled to herself, "I knew I could do it. Now… To get back to-" Suddenly, a loud rush of wind fueled the air around her. She looked up to see two objects, rocketing from the sky and towards where she was. She began to push herself back, using her legs on the wet mud, proved much harder than usual.

She got back to the hospital door before the two objects landed before her, next to the quickly dying Draconic. As the dust settled, two more Draconics stood at either side of the dying one. The Draconic on the left side nodded to the one on the right side. The right side Draconic began to pick up the fallen one before and light glowed around them. They began to phase into one another and another light blinded Masa.

"Crap. They fused to save the dying one. Well, that's unfortunate. For me, at least." She looked over to where Jacron's room should be and spoke again. "Well, Jacron, it was fun while it lasted. Guess I should've gone home when you said. I'm not strong. No matter how many times I tell myself. I'm not strong. Now I am to die here, but I won't, I can't die in vain." She got up, shakily with blood still dripping from her arms.

She shoved open the hospital doors as the Draconics were still fusing and retrieved a device from her bag as another bright flash shone around them. She stumbled down to Jacron's room, muttering to herself, "Is the other fusion... Really necessary?" She opened his door and he was still unconscious on the bed.

"Figures you'd still be asleep. You always were a heavy sleeper." She said, holding the device in her bloody hand. "Just press this and hook these up here... Okay. I suppose this is goodbye, Jacron... I love you..." She said, giving him a kiss on his forehead before pressing the button on the device.

The device roared in tune with a roar that was sent outside as a small light began to emit from Masa's chest. It stopped in the midpoint of the device and Masa fell to the ground, still holding Jacron's hand limply. She let out a final breath as the light moved to Jacron's chest and his eyes shot open.

Jacron sat up, quickly and full of strange power. He looked at his hands in which one still held Masa's. Jacron looked shocked at Masa's corpse and then over at the machine which dinged. A message lit up on the side of the screen and it spoke aloud, "Soul fusion, complete. You may remove device now." Jacron looked at Masa, who lay still on the floor beside him, lifeless.

"No... No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!" He screamed, "Get up, Masa! Get UP! You can't be gone! You can't be gone! Masa, wake up! Wake up, please! You gotta wake up! I can't do this without you, please!" Jacron pleaded, but her body did not move. He rested his head on her chest, tears streaming and mixing with the still-warm blood.

Jacron then heard a loud laugh from outside. He looked out to see an all new Draconic that breathed fire into the sky with happy ferocity. It had grown wings on it's back and it's body seemed to be much bigger than before. He looked at the Draconic and then back to Masa. Her right arm was burnt and her left still oozed ever so slightly with blood. He then noticed the small traces of blood that ran down Masa's jaw and down her neck to soak into her dress. Jacron quickly ripped off the device's pad and walked calmly outside, followed by a quick spark.

He didn't bother to open the doors, as he walked through them, seething in rage and addressed the Draconic ahead of him. "You did this, didn't you!? You killed her! You killed my Father! You! Are! Dead!" The Draconic opened its mouth and spoke,. "One of me killed your friend, yes. Your father? I am unsure, maybe one of my fallen brothers did. Such a shame that they had died. I suppose I'll have to avenge them, and with this form... This body, that shouldn't be hard."

Jacron's left eye twitched. It began to glow white. His right eye began to glow purple and his aura began to flow all around him, mixing the colors as he drew his blade. "You... Will... PAY!!" Jacron yelled, his blade also sparking in white and purple as it was drawn from it's sheathe. The Draconic picked up it's large sword and leaned it on it's back.

"You may call me, Spauul." Jacron slashed at the air, "I don't care what your name is! You're going to die here, by my hands. You're dead!" He yelled as they both lowered their stances.

Jacron charged forward, sword raised back in his hand. Spauul moved the sword in Jacron’s path, blocking the strike. The impact sent a few sparks and the windows around them shattered. Jacron used the rebound to swing a full circle and attack from the other direction.

Spauul ducked under the second swing, but the blade nicked his hand that he held on the hilt of his massive sword, which was propped on the ground. He threw a punch back at Jacron and he promptly dodged it, shifting his body away from it while still spinning.

Jacron landed on the ground, not facing Spauul and rocketed backwards to smash his head into Spauul’s. He sputtered, taking a couple steps back and then roared. A large blue flame erupted from Spauul’s mouth and Jacron ducked under it just in time, but burning a bit of the back of his shirt off in the process.

Jacron’s eyes were wild and kept constant anger on Spauul. Suddenly, Jacron grinned. “You like biting, do ya? I can show ya the same courtesy.”

He said as Spauul swung his sword around and Jacron ducked under the swing, pushing the blade from under it with a whirlwind shot from his sword. The large sword rocketed back, leaving Spauul completely open and Jacron sunk his teeth into Spauul’s shoulder. Jacron’s fangs allowed him to go just a bit deeper than usual, fueled by vengeance.

He backed up and hit Spauul with the butt of his sword before throwing another swing downwards into him, but Spauul wasn’t going to go down so easily. Spauul managed a meek block on Jacron’s downward swing and the air around them roared with excitement.

Jacron’s blade scraped down Spauul’s large sword and Spauul uppercutted Jacron, using his wings to gain some extra height on the attack before flying all the way above Jacron. He raised the massive sword above his head and the blade began to glow white, as if the metal itself was beginning to melt.

He swung the sword down and a large stream of fire and molten metal rained towards Jacron. Jacron had hit the ground from the uppercut and recovered fast enough to dodge the great shower of heat, but some of it stuck to his shirt, catching the rest of it on fire and a bit of Jacron as well. “Not again.” Jacron said, grabbing at the corner of his shirt. “I’m not getting caught in fire... Again.” The corner he grabbed was the one on fire and he quickly put it out with one quick pat before ripping the shirt down the side. A large piece fell to the ground as the other clung to his shoulder.

Jacron’s mind momentarily raced at the burn on his shoulder, giving him flashbacks to when he lost his father for the first time. They were so peaceful before that. That fire shook Jacron to the core, bringing up all the memories he never knew he missed. All the times he and his father went out hunting, his tenth birthday when he was gifted his father’s blade, mom’s special pancakes that Jacron always loved, the happiness they had and loved was all taken away.

It was taken too early by this glowing source of pain and comfort. It’s light, which once soothed Jacron to sleep, now only held as a painful reminder of all he had lost. There was no way to get any of it back and no way to make any more memories for as long as he lived.

As Jacron stood below Spauul, keeping eye contact and tossing the singeing shirt aside, a single tear rolled down his face. It was the last one Jacron would shed, or at least he vowed in his deluded mind.

Jacron sprang off the ground, leaving an impact on the ground’s metal and arched his blade all the way back behind him. Spauul saw this tactic already and moved his blade in place, but the swing did not come. Instead, Jacron turned his sword around and clasped onto the side of Spauul’s hilt and swung around to kick him in the side, feeling something snap and crack under the intense blow.

Spauul let go of his sword and flew into the side of a building, creating a mass amount of dust in its wake. The large sword smashed on the ground with a loud clang and stuck out, hilt up. Jacron landed, looking back at the wall Spauul went through for a moment before the smoke cleared and he was flying straight towards Jacron again. Jacron raised his sword up and it began to glow, but Spauul grabbed his arm before it came down, picking up Jacron.

Jacron arched his body and delivered an earth shattering drop kick into Spauul’s gut. He grit his teeth before opening up his mouth and letting out a loud roar followed by a huge cloud of fire. It first enveloped Jacron, but was starting to move back towards Spauul.

Jacron was blowing massive amounts of wind from his mouth, forcing away the flames. Spauul lowered his gaze and did a single barrel-roll before throwing Jacron onto the ground. He smashed into several cars and debris before catching himself by sticking his sword in the ground. Spauul flew forward and Jacron jumped towards Spauul.

Spauul went under Jacron’s attack and grabbed his leg before reaching the ground. He smashed Jacron, side to side and into buildings. Jacron thrashed, but could not break free. After a few more hits, Jacron went limp, his sword flying up into the air as Spauul held him up with one arm.

“So much for vengeance.” He said, with minor pity. Jacron’s eyes suddenly shot open which stunned Spauul for a moment before Jacron arched his body forward and then back, all the way up and catching his sword. He lunged back around and severed Spauul’s arm. It fell to the ground along with Jacron as Spauul stepped backwards, gripping his arm. He then roared towards it and blasted it with fire, cauterizing the wound.

Jacron hissed in glee and his blade glowed white and purple. He swung at the air several times, unleashing large, but unfocused wind slashes at Spauul. They all hit him, knocking him off his feet and throwing him into a building behind. Jacron kept up the assault until the building Spauul flew in collapsed.

Jacron stepped a few steps back and fell to his knees. The street fell silent, save for a few pieces of rubble that were still settling. “It’s over... Masa, I’ve avenged you. Dad, I’ve avenged you. May you both rest in peace.” Jacron said, showing a minor smirk across his face.

“Not quite.” He heard a voice say from under the rubble. Jacron’s power had worn out and his eyes were no longer glowing. From the rubble emerged Spauul, who suffered plenty of cuts all around his body. “I’m not finished yet, but from the way you look, you are.” He said with glee, removing rubble from his legs and standing once more.

It was Jacron’s turn to be on the defensive this time. Spauul laughed and flew forward, too fast for Jacron’s eyes to track and Spauul grabbed Jacron’s face. He smashed him through several walls and tossed him upwards. Jacron flew in the slightest and fell back down onto a fury of punches and kicks. They were much too fast for Jacron to keep up with, his sword dropping down to the ground in hopes to get more blocks in.

Several hits were getting through and Jacron knew he was losing. Although nobody else was there with him, he didn’t feel alone. As Jacron hit the ground for what he was assuming was the last time, he thought deep and hard.

He thought about how the world was getting fuzzy, how he didn’t feel the large amounts of blood he was still losing. He thought about his mother, how she loved to smile every time him and his dad came back from hunting with their latest catch. He thought about his father who taught him the basics of fighting and believed in him when he said he was going to go to combat school to help people. He thought about Masa who helped him get away from the doubt, guilt and sadness he felt for the longest time. His life events were

passing by. All he had gone through, all the battles he fought, the people he met and the new memories he made. If he wasn’t going to avenge any of that, he wasn’t going to die yet.

Spauul stood away from Jacron and began to laugh, “Now you’re finished. You’re about as defenseless as those stupid civilians. More useless than a doormat. It’s pitiful. Why don’t you stand up? Why don’t you fight? Why can’t you avenge your worthless father and your weak friend?” He mocked, growing in tone with every sentence.

With the last one, Jacron’s eyes shot open. The aura was beginning to return and he began to talk as Spauul began to step back, but the voice wasn’t his own. There was another voice, more feminine than Jacron’s, but overlapping his voice, like it was two people talking in unison, “It is not your place to tell me who to avenge. She was my friend. He was my family. And you... You are our victim.” Jacron said as his eye flared once more with a fused white and purple aura.

Jacron opened his mouth and Spauul did the same. They both let out roars as a gust of pure wind and poison sludge erupted from Jacron’s mouth and blue flame erupted from Spauul’s. They were evenly matched until Spauul began to falter. There was poison in his veins he didn’t know about until now. He felt it seeping through his veins and thought when he had been poisoned.

Then he remembered when Jacron sent that flurry of wind at him. There were needles inside the slashes which was why they were so large. Spauul began to fall to his knees, still keeping up the fire fight with Jacron, who was now walking towards the falling Spauul.

Both of their roars ended and Jacron stood before Spauul, mere inches from his face and muttered one word, “Avenged.” He then rammed his hand through Spauul’s chest and ripped his heart out. He held it in his hand and let Spauul look at it for a moment before crushing it and shoving it down his throat. Jacron then leaned down and let out a large poison roar into Spauul’s open chest cavity.

He twitched for a moment, falling down to the ground and then stop. A small ooze streamed from his gaping hole as Jacron took a few steps back.

Masa looked out in horror as one fused Draconic stood still outside the hospital, now slowly walking towards her. Masa stepped backwards, being stopped by the receptionist's desk which was now in shambles.

"That can't be... But Jacron is... No, I can do it myself." She said, quivering in the slightest. She took a deep breath and clenched her fist before walking outside. She confronted the Draconic which was a few feet away. "I can protect you, Jac. I'll show you. Just get better." She said, readying herself with her claws bore.

The Draconic screeched before hitting her in the side of the head, which sent her realing into a nearby parked vehicle. She rolled off the side, popped her neck side to side as she said, "If strength isn't my speed, I guess tactics are next in line."

The Draconic went for her leg, but she moved it away just in time to throw a kick at the thing's face. It stammered, but showed no damage. Masa quickly shot an array of stun needles out of her claws which pierced the Draconic and slowing it down. She began to rush it, slashing it more and more, still delivering more stun poison to it. She delivered a sweep kick, tripping the

Draconic that couldn't move very fast anymore.

The Draconic roared again and Masa stepped back, watching her poison flow from the Draconic's scratches and oozing on the ground below it. It pushed the poison out! Masa scrunched her face, looking for a new strategy and tried it. She fired off another array of needles from her claws, but this time, the Draconic dodged them all and quickly rocketted a punch into Masa's abdomen, who spit up blood from the impact.

She stood, stunned for a moment before grabbing the Draconic's arm with her right claw, digging into it's forearm deep and pouring stun poison in it. Before the Draconic could roar again, Masa fired stomach poison needles at its abdomen, causing it to vomit quickly. It's vomit was hotter than magma! It spew it's vomit onto Masa's arm which got extremely burned before she pulled it away in time. She quickly put out her arm which was momentarily on fire. The Draconic

began to roar again, watching the poison seep from it's arm and abdomen.

"I can't do much if it keeps seeping it out... But I won't lose!" Masa said, holding her arm just above her elbow where it wasn't burned. She looked at her singed arm and noticed her claws had been burned into her fingertips.

She couldn't feel her arm and was both happy and concerned about it. Her fingers wouldn't move unless she spread her STA-mana through it at a high

concentration. "Lefty it is then. Here's hoping." She shrugged and turned her attention back to the Draconic who was no longer in front of her.

She turned around fast enough to get hit with the butt of a large sword and thrown to the ground. She spat blood and a tooth before slowly rising to her feet once more. "Now it's fair, we can only use our one arm." She said moving her limp one about slightly.

The Draconic looked at her arm and then back to her. It spun around, giving it's sword some heavy momentum and went for Masa. She ducked in time to lightly parry his blade by pushing the center with her left arm claws as she ducked down. The sword flew up a bit higher than the Draconic was expecting, but it still maintained control. It brought the sword full swing to another round to which Masa jumped off the sword and clawed at the Draconic's side and arms.

Once again, it was stunned. It opened its mouth to roar again, but Masa grabbed a clump of bloody mud and shoved it into the Draconic's mouth. It gagged on the mud, biting down onto Masa's arm, trapping it in place. Masa screamed tried to pull away. She kept stabbing the Draconic's tongue with every kind of poison she had. She fired stun poison, knockout poison, stomach poison and even lethal poison, but nothing was working.

The left eye of the beast began to lower and Masa felt it's jaw begin to loosen up, but it fully swallowed the bloody mud and rocketed another punch into Masa's gut, dropping the sword. It's jaw re-tightened as it dug it's teeth into her arm again. It began to punch her in the gut repetitively, getting weaker as it did so. The poison was having an effect, but it wasn't affecting the Draconic fast enough. At this rate, Masa was done for and she knew it.

She concentrated all her remaining STA-mana into her other arm and shoved it straight through the Draconic's chest. It let go of Masa's arm as she began to take a few steps back and fall to the ground. The Draconic let out a small roar, letting some of the poison seep from its mouth before falling to its knees.

Masa had won! She smiled to herself, "I knew I could do it. Now… To get back to-" Suddenly, a loud rush of wind fueled the air around her. She looked up to see two objects, rocketing from the sky and towards where she was. She began to push herself back, using her legs on the wet mud, proved much harder than usual.

She got back to the hospital door before the two objects landed before her, next to the quickly dying Draconic. As the dust settled, two more Draconics stood at either side of the dying one. The Draconic on the left side nodded to the one on the right side. The right side Draconic began to pick up the fallen one before and light glowed around them. They began to phase into one another and another light blinded Masa.

"Crap. They fused to save the dying one. Well, that's unfortunate. For me, at least." She looked over to where Jacron's room should be and spoke again. "Well, Jacron, it was fun while it lasted. Guess I should've gone home when you said. I'm not strong. No matter how many times I tell myself. I'm not strong. Now I am to die here, but I won't, I can't die in vain." She got up, shakily with blood still dripping from her arms.

She shoved open the hospital doors as the Draconics were still fusing and retrieved a device from her bag as another bright flash shone around them. She stumbled down to Jacron's room, muttering to herself, "Is the other fusion... Really necessary?" She opened his door and he was still unconscious on the bed.

"Figures you'd still be asleep. You always were a heavy sleeper." She said, holding the device in her bloody hand. "Just press this and hook these up here... Okay. I suppose this is goodbye, Jacron... I love you..." She said, giving him a kiss on his forehead before pressing the button on the device.

The device roared in tune with a roar that was sent outside as a small light began to emit from Masa's chest. It stopped in the midpoint of the device and Masa fell to the ground, still holding Jacron's hand limply. She let out a final breath as the light moved to Jacron's chest and his eyes shot open.

Jacron sat up, quickly and full of strange power. He looked at his hands in which one still held Masa's. Jacron looked shocked at Masa's corpse and then over at the machine which dinged. A message lit up on the side of the screen and it spoke aloud, "Soul fusion, complete. You may remove device now." Jacron looked at Masa, who lay still on the floor beside him, lifeless.

"No... No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!" He screamed, "Get up, Masa! Get UP! You can't be gone! You can't be gone! Masa, wake up! Wake up, please! You gotta wake up! I can't do this without you, please!" Jacron pleaded, but her body did not move. He rested his head on her chest, tears streaming and mixing with the still-warm blood.

Jacron then heard a loud laugh from outside. He looked out to see an all new Draconic that breathed fire into the sky with happy ferocity. It had grown wings on it's back and it's body seemed to be much bigger than before. He looked at the Draconic and then back to Masa. Her right arm was burnt and her left still oozed ever so slightly with blood. He then noticed the small traces of blood that ran down Masa's jaw and down her neck to soak into her dress. Jacron quickly ripped off the device's pad and walked calmly outside, followed by a quick spark.

He didn't bother to open the doors, as he walked through them, seething in rage and addressed the Draconic ahead of him. "You did this, didn't you!? You killed her! You killed my Father! You! Are! Dead!" The Draconic opened its mouth and spoke,. "One of me killed your friend, yes. Your father? I am unsure, maybe one of my fallen brothers did. Such a shame that they had died. I suppose I'll have to avenge them, and with this form... This body, that shouldn't be hard."

Jacron's left eye twitched. It began to glow white. His right eye began to glow purple and his aura began to flow all around him, mixing the colors as he drew his blade. "You... Will... PAY!!" Jacron yelled, his blade also sparking in white and purple as it was drawn from it's sheathe. The Draconic picked up it's large sword and leaned it on it's back.

"You may call me, Spauul." Jacron slashed at the air, "I don't care what your name is! You're going to die here, by my hands. You're dead!" He yelled as they both lowered their stances.