Knights of Daybreak
Chapter Fourteen
By: W.Bob Yankovic


	If you liked the last one you will like this one. there is more
kick butt fighting on the way, along with some not expected plot
development. If you have any theories of how this all unravels you
might have to rethink them after this one. Sit back, relax, grab some
chocolate and voodoo and enjoy.


	"Hmmm, interesting change there McInnis," Vyraxon said as he
gazed upon my second superhuman form Hell Blitzkreig, "You might even
say that I am quite pleased as well." I didn't know what the heck he
was talking about, but at that moment I really didn't care. After how
he had disgraced Shandra he was going to pay dearly.
	"WHATEVER YOU THINK DEMON!" I screamed as I launched into him.
my first punch threw him back off of his feet and into the crater that
once held my body. I flew up in the air with my new found wings and
dove at break neck speed down at him. I threw my fists out and hit him
square in the gut. I didn't stop flying though. I just kept going,
driving his already misshapen body through the ground. I wasn't sure if
Hell had a center like Earth, but I was willing to find out.
	Soon I tierd of the game and flew back out of my mile deep
hole. Before I had a chance to catch my breath Vyraxon was out of it
and charging at me. I spun out of the way and caught him by his good
leg. I pulled him back towards me and grabbed his thigh with my free
hand. The next thing I can remember is feeling his knee give way and
the lower half of his leg rip off clean. He cried out in pain as thick
gooey black blood spilled out over my armor.
	"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" I screamed as I gave him
a scissor kick to the back, sending him sprawling to the ground. Right
after he landed I was on top of him pummeling him with punches to his
half of a face. When I felt the remainer of his skull crack under one
of my punches I stood up and spit on him. "You aren't worthy to fight
me. And you certainly aren't worthy to fight God," I said as I threw
his leg at him.
	"You..speak..to..me..as..if..you..have..won," he said as he
lifted himself off of the ground with his wings. "I am not yet dead am
I? What did I tell you? I am hundreds of times stronger than that
weakling Saraphim. You cannot defeat me so easily. Look at your
friends. One is a pile of ash, and the other five lie with their
smoldering bodies broken to pieces in those holes there. Surely if
the combined power of seven cannot beat me, the second level of one
doesn't stand a chance. You saw how your "Mac" failed in finishing me
off. I tell you that nothing short of God himself can kill me now,"
Vyraxon said as he began to hover towards me.
	"You expect me to be scared. But I tell you that it is you who
should be scared of me," I said as I lit into him again. I threw all
that I had into it. I grabbed a wing in each hand and began to kick and
knee his chest until I was sure that he had nothing left there but a
cavity.
	Then he surprised me, with his one arm he reached down and
caught my knee. He began to squeeze it until I had to let go of his
wings so I could get him off of me. As soon as I let go, he flew back
with blinding speed and chucked a huge red ki blast at me. I was caught
off gaurd and thrown a good way back.
	He appeared above me and began to hurl blast after blast into
my body. I was helpless to escape. For some reason I couldn't seem to
make my arms or legs move. He began to scream over the sound of his
attacks ripping their way through my armor and down to my skin.
	"YOU! ARE! POWERED! BY! ME! I! CONTROL! YOU!" he screamed as he
reached down and grabbed my now pulverized body by the neck. He brought
me up to his eye level. "You just don't get it do you? Your name is
Hell Blitzkreig. HELL Blitzkreig. Why do you think that you gained such
power? Why do you think that you grew wings and your skin turned black?
When you were fighting Saraphim, Lucifer gave me permission to posess
your body and lend you my power. One angel out of the way was just
cause. So now you see. The story is told. Your blackened soul was used
as a pawn of Satan to help his cause. And you took the glory for
yourself. You even stooped low enough to give glory to God for your
victory. And now as your comrades lie helpless and you are rendered
powerless, I will let you see the truth about your "God," he said.
	Before my eyes the setting began to change. Where there was
once flames and smoke there were now fields of green. And where there
were once screams and howls of the damned, there was the sound of a
great battle. I noticed that he had transported my friends along with
me, though I still couldn't tell their state.
	"Look! Look at how it truly came to pass," He said as he threw
me to the ground. I managed to struggle up to my knees to look out on
the battle field. Before me there were countless batallions of angels
fighting an equal, if not more, number of demons. In the very center of
the battle field I noticed two warriors fighting with each other.
Almost as if I was looking through a pair of binoculars, the image of
the two warriors zoomed in close enough for me to tell who they were.
The angel, holding the Sword of Light, was none other than Micheal, the
demon, brandishing the Sword of Darkness, was Vyraxon. They fought with
unmeasureable power and fury. Thier Swords shocked upon each other,
each time creating huge sparks that flew out and singed anyone who
happened to be near them. Neither ever seemed to gain the upper hand,
they seemed to be exact equals.
	Suddenly the image zoomed back out to the whole battle field.

The demons began to push the lines of angels back. From out of nowhere
another group of angels rushed forward to combat the demons. The
assault was stopped, but only for a moment because from the back of the
lines Lucifer himself joined the fray. He destroyed whole lines of
angels away with huge flaming arrows, shot from a likewise flaming bow.
With thier leader now on hand, the demons fought with increased valor.
The angels began to fall back again until their backs were up against a
huge, almost larger that life, gate that looked like it was made of
solid pearl.
	Then from behind the gate I heard a booming voice. "WAIT," the
voice said so loudly that it caused my ears to bleed. Slowly the gait
swung open and a dazzling brightness filled all that I could see. I
shut my eyes, but the light was so bright that it even hurt me through
my eyelids. I burried my face in the ground hoping for the pain to
cease. As soon as it did the voice began to speek. I jammed my fingers
into them to preserve what little hearing I had left.
	"LUCIFER. YOU HAVE TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME. YOU HAVE FORSAKEN
YOUR PLACE IN MY PRESENCE. YOU ARE NO LONGER WORTHY TO STAND IN MY
SIGHT. I HAVE CREATED A PLACE FOR YOU, AND SEND YOU THERE NOW!" the
voice said. I didn't dare lift my head to see what was going on but I
did hear the screams of hundreds of demons as they were sent to Hell.
Soon I heard what I expected to be the angels returing to the inside of
the gates. Then I heard another voice, this one I had never heard
before. It wasn't as loud as the first voice, nor did it carry with it
the respect or authority of the first one. Instead this one was a soft,
beautiful, yet angry one. The voice was a melodious one. I felt that if
he were to tell me to do anything I would be forced to do it. It had an
almost hypnotizing effect on me. I could only think of one individual
with this kind of power.
	I dared to pick my face up, and saw Lucifer standing at the
gate in what appeared to be a stare down with Micheal. "You have taken
my place then have you," he said to Micheal. "No, you were replaced by
the Archangel Gabriel," Micheal said to him in an anrgy voice.
	"No need to be sore there old friend, soon you will bow your
knee to me," Lucifer said. Micheal shook his head and laughed at him
from the other side of the gate. "God has a new plan, you will be
imprisoned, tourtured, and in pain for the rest of eternity. And there
is nothing that you, or any of your other foul demons can do about it,"
Micheal said.
	That image faded away and reappeared much as if it had
restarted. Demons fought angels on the open field with Vyraxon and
Micheal duking it out in the middle. Then the voice cried out "WAIT"
again. The gates swung open and out poured millions upon millions of
people dressed in war gear. The angels fell back and the humans began
to fight the demons.
	Then from behind me Vyraxon spoke for what seemed to be the
first time in ages. "See. God took his angels back from the battle and
sent you humans in to fight in their place. Sure, due to your numbers
you were able to fight a pretty even fight. But over the course of
time, Lucifer began to play tricks on you and we regained the upper
hand. The image faded away, and I turned to face Vyraxon. "God just let
you die. The humans that fight bravely for Him, He lets go to heaven
after a while. He just leaves some of them out there for us to take and
shape as we will. He doesn't care for you. He has the power to destroy
every demon in existance and he lets humans do his work for Him, many
needlessly dieing in the process. Is this the God to whom you devote
your wretched lives to?" Vyraxon hissed out.
	He looked to me and laughed. "Look at you. You were only strong
when you embraced the true power. You were only victorious when your
anger and hatred fueled you. Everything that you attributed to God, was
in fact our doing. Do you really believe now that you can defeat me?
You haven't even faced me at my full power and you have lost. If you
give up now I will spare your life if you fight with me. You can have
the power that you crave so much. You can feel the victory, the glory,
anything that you want. Don't you want to be happy? Don't you want for
your children to grow up without being threatened? What about your
wife? Don't you want to be able to give her anything that she wants? I
tell you this, I can give you whatever your mind can think up. God's
whole trick is to make you believe that He is the only person that can
give you joy. What about your dead friends? Wouldn't you like to bring
them back? See all of these things you are missing? God won't give them
to you, so why not take them for yourself?" he said.
	"You lie. I don't want what you claim to be able to give me.
And I think that it is best if you don't even talk about my family or
my friends. I tend to get angry and really violent when people threaten
my loved ones. Oh, and one more thing, I will not forsake the one who
died for me. I will find the power to destroy you. You said yourself
that God can destroy you. And God will use me one way or the other. My
eternity is secured with him, need I remind you of where your eternity
is to be spent?" I said as I stood up.
	"WHAT!? YOU DARE MOCK ME!? YOU HAVE NOW SEALED THE FATE OF YOUR
SOUL! IT CANNOT BE IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD IF I TURN YOU AGAINST HIM!
AND I CAN! WITNESS JUST A FRACTION MORE OF MY POWER!" he bellowed as he
began to glow. His deformed body began to fill itself back in. His
missing arm, leg, tail, and half of head sprung out of their respective
places much like a Namek's would. But then he began to grow. His wings
spread out and became much thicker. His legs and arms grew and the
muscles on them thickened greatly. The once wiry tail thickened and
lengthened out a good bit. Then his neck began to elongate. Soon his
head was stretching out and his teeth were sticking out of his mouth.
	With a huge crash he landed on the ground. Before me stood
Vyraxon, in the likeness of a dragon. He let out a huge bellow that
shook me to the ground and cracked it under me. "PREPAIR TO DIE HUMAN!"
he screamed out as he shot a huge plume of black smoke out of his mouth
at me. I was in big trouble needless to say.
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	The battle raged on out the front view port of Hogo. Qui paced
on her platform trying to make sence of the new developments. "How long
before the planetary assault force gets here?" she said as she brushed
a strand of hair back behind her ear.
	"They should be here within ten minutes," the deck officer
reported. Qui nodded in agreement. Although the Dark Flame Fleet had
done nothing but deploy fighters so far, she knew the power that they
held. The Lucifer, that was now charging up its main cannon, had enough
firepower to exterminate a whole dimension if calculated correctly.
	The fighters were doing as well as could be expected against an
enemy that greatly outnumbered and outmatched them. The Serpent
fighters, although not heavily sheilded or armed, were two hundred
times more manuverable than any fighter that the Knights had in their
fleet.
	"Ma'am the Lucifer's main cannon has reached firing charge, and
the Sheos seem to be changing their course to take aim at our fleet.
What should we do?" the officer asked. She looked to him and then down
to the holographic display of the battle field. The Lucifer had moved
out from the pack and was now close enough to fire upon with the
artilerary from the capital ships. The explosive laden
psuedo-serpent fighter was meandering its way through the mass of
fighters towards the Lucifer.
	"Send in the Serpent fighter when the sheilds go down," she
said. The deck officer noted this and notified the fighters to clear a
lane for it to fly in. Qui glanced down at the three H-Wing fighters
that Raven was controling. He piloted only one, while sending attack
data to the other via remote control. She saw yet another red dot fade
off of the screen infront of Raven. Secretly she wished that he would
return to Hogo and take over command again. She had never been one for
giving orders.
	She saw the rigged Serpent fly through the majority of the
battle and bank a curve over to the barrel of the Lucifer. If the plan
was right, the shielding of the Lucifer would drop ten seconds before
the main cannon fired. Then the Serpent would fly into the barrel and
hopefully blow it up. A bright light brought her attention back to the
view port. There before her eyes was the biggest, and reddest, portals
she had ever seen.
	"What in God's name are they doing?" she asked the deck
officer. He looked down to his monitor, then hit it and punched a few
keys on his keypad.
	"Ma'am, the portal leads to Camelot," he said with a cry of
fear. Qui couldn't believe what she heard. There was no way that the
Fallen knew where Camelot was. She didn't even know that it existed
until Shane had brought her there.
	"ALL SHIPS OPEN FIRE ON THE LUCIFER WHEN ITS SHIELDS DROP!
DON'T LET IT FIRE! NOTIFY CAMELOT TO EVACUATE! NOW!" she screamed over
the comm. "Hogo, when you sence the shields drop blast it with the Core
Cannon. I don't care how long it takes you to recharge just do it," Qui
said in a hurried voice.
	For what seemed like an eternity everyone waited in silence.
Then like a light switch going off the alarm went out. "Shields down"
was the only thing the deck officer had to say to start the salvo. Over
fifty capital ships opened fire with all weaponry fully charged at the
Lucifer.
	"Core Cannon firing," Hogo said as the lights shut off. From
the central barrel a huge green blast charged up and sped off in the
direction of the Lucifer. It nearly quadrupled the size of the next
largest blast. Two seconds later the hull of the Lucifer was pounded
with more energy than has ever been recorded before or since in a space
battle. Yet the cannon still began its firing sequence, and the hull
did not even show a scratch.
	The last glimmer of hope flew into the picture. The rigged
Serpent flew right into the barrel of the Lucifer's main cannon and
detonated. As the smoke cleared you could have heard a pin drop on the
bridge of the Hogo. When the image was visable once again a great cry
of despare rose amongst the members of the crew. The barrel was
unscathed.
	And then the worst happened. The giant red beam lept out the
barrel and through the portal, destroying the home base of the Knights
of Daybreak. "Ma'am, we have lost all contact with Camelot. We don't
know if anyone got off of it before, DAMN IT ALL! DAMN YOU FALLEN! DAMN
YOU VYRAXON!" the deck officer screamed as he threw his headset across
the bridge. He rushed over to a panel and slid it away to produce a
laser pistol. With reckless abandon he began to shoot his crew members.
"WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! WHY NOT DIE NOW!?" he screamed. He brought
his pistol to bear with the communications officer. Just as he was
about to finish him, a shot caught him in the temple. Qui stood on her
platform holding a smoking barreled laser pistol.
	"We will not go out quietly," she said, "Capital ships continue
to bombard the Lucifer. All fighters take out the Sheol's before they
get in range." She told a petty officer to clean the bridge of any
debris and sat down in her chair. The minutes clicked away until Hogo
was back up at full capacity. For now they were sitting ducks. That was
not on Qui's mind though. Camelot, everything that the Knights had
fought so hard to keep secret, how did the Fallen know where it was? It
didn't add up in her mind.
	"Hogo, you are my first officer now. Help me out, you are
better at this game than I am. What would Shane do at this moment?" Qui
said. To her surprise a little pannel slid back on her command center.
It opened to reveal a cubicle about a square foot in size. Inside Qui
found several of what appeared to be Shane's personal belongings. It
included a Bible; a few pictures of Katrina,the current Supreme
Gaurdians, Ray, Mac, and some tall guy with sunglasses; a chocolate
bar; and a little remote control with only one button. The button read,
'Use only in case of an emergency.' She picked up the remote and asked,
"Hogo what does this do?" Hogo replied that he had no idea what it did,
but that Shane was extremely protective of it. She wondered if she
should push it.
	Before she could collect her thoughts the juice came back on in
Hogo. "Start blasting!" she said. Immediatly Hogo's secondary weaponry
began to waste the closest Serpents. Then with the help of Raven and
his three H-wings began to bombard a Sheol that was within one click of
being in serious damage range. Hogo's lasers had been upgraded and were
more than capable to make the shot. He began to pour on the energy
right at the spot where the tanker was supposed to have made its dump.
A cheer went up on the deck when an explosion signaled the hull of the
Sheol breaching.
	"All Fighters target the crippled Sheol!" Qui ordered. But
before anyone could get there, Raven had his H-Wings dumping resonance
bombs inside the hole as fast as he could pull the firing trigger. His
ship pulled up right as they all detonated. Everyone held their breath
as the Sheol exploded behind him.
	"This is Raven, report one down, nineteen to go," He said. Qui
didn't even try to contact him because she heard the click after his
transmission signaling that he had once again turned his comm off.
	"You have your fun, but you better come back to me," Qui said
to no one over her headset. She didn't know why, but she didn't think
that she could make it through this battle if he died. And the moral of
the Knights would drop to the dirt. So he had to survive, plain and
simple.
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	"Now for Mr. Sarhedrin Blacknife, hmm interesting one he is.
Reclusive, cocky, brash at times, not worthy to live," Vyraxon said
as he decapitated his body. I wanted to scream but I didn't have the
energy. I looked over to Mac who looked unconcious due to internal
bleeding and external blood loss. At least he didn't have to witness
these events. "Ah, perhaps my favorite. Draco Fireclaw, I believe you
were quite close with this one weren't you McInnis? I shall enjoy the
look on your face as you see him die. Or should I let him live? He is
still young. He might join me if you won't. I think that I might let
him live for the time being anyway," he said. He walked by Mac and
kicked him to wake him up. "I want you to see this Mac, you wouldn't
want to miss seeing your best friend die now would you?" Vyraxon said
as he walked over to me. Mac told him to go to hell, but the saying
wasn't really as insultive as it usually was for obvious reasons.
	"Well McInnis, I can't say that it was a pleasure knowing
you. You caused me more trouble and headache than you could imagine.
I will quit blabbering now and kill you. Tell God hello for me. And
tell him to put up another mark on the list of champions that we have
taken care of. Oh, and tell him that after Mac, he is next," Vyraxon
said.
	I closed my eyes as the cold claw sliced clean through my
neck. I didn't really feel much pain at all. I just remember
everything going really dark. Then I heard a familiar voice. It told
me to stand up. I awoke to find myself standing on the inside of the
Gate in white robes and without a scratch on me. "Where am I?" I
asked the man that I saw beside the Gate.
	"Well my brother, you are in Heaven. Welcome, and Praise to
the God above all gods Jesus Christ," the man said. I said Amen and
began to walk around. The place was beautiful beyond any description.
I saw all sorts of different kinds of people, and I seemed to know
them all. I could think of their names, and recognize their faces,
but that was just about it.
	One guy came running up to me and shook my hand. I said, "Hey
Luke how are you? Haven't seen you in ages." he said the same and
began to lead me to the center of the city. It felt strange to me. I
knew him, but something kept me from remembering. I was so overcome
with joy though that the feeling only lasted a few seconds. As Luke
lead me through the city I began to jump and shout Praise Jesus! It
was the most wonderful feeling that I have ever felt.
	Before I knew it I was standing before two huge thrones, one
slightly smaller than the other. Upon that throne sat Jesus Christ
himself. Upon the larger throne sat God the Father, the Creator of
everything. He looked to me and said, "WELL DONE MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL
SERVANT." I fell at his feet unable to look upon his glory. I felt so
unworthy to be in his presence. Soon he began to speak to me again.
	"I MUST USE YOU FOR ONE LAST TASK MY SON. MICHEAL WILL TELL
YOU WHAT I WISH," He said. I rose and thanked Him for all that He had
done for me and followed Micheal out of the room.
	"Well Shane, you finally joined our side after all huh," he
said. I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. "Oh yeah, you
don't remember any of that. You have to go back to the etherial plane
and kill Vyraxon. I am here to give you the power to do it. Kneal
down," he said. I did and he pulled out a sword from his belt. He
placed the sword on my head and then on each of my shoulders. I felt
a strange sensation as I rose. I reached to scratch my back but found
that I had grown wings like a great bird. "You are now an angel, and
you have to go to help your friends. I know it doesn't make sence,
but you will remember when you get there," he said.
	I was escorted to the Gates and outside. Micheal pointed to
the far horizon to a dark spot that seemed to grow. "There," he said.
With my new wings and the sword that Micheal had given me, I flew off
in the direction of the dark spot. But why? I didn't know, but I was
soon to remember.
"So it's true, you are a dragon," I said as I dove out of the
way of his flame. When I landed I felt almost like every bone in my
body was broken. I looked down to my ankle, it was swollen to the size
of my calf and had a piece of bone sticking out of it. "I don't guess
I'll be doing much running any time soon," I said.
	"YOU WON'T BE ALIVE MUCH MORE!" Vyraxon screamed. He stood up
on his back legs and dropped into a fighting stance. Neck and all he
stood easily fifteen foot tall. That was a good six feet above my
height now that I had gone super human lvl 2. He began to charge up an
attack.
	"APOCALYPSE CANNON!" He said as he threw his hands out in front
of him. The blast ripped through the air between me and him. I decided
that it was best to pull my only hope of offence, the Sword of Light.
The blade of the sword easily covered my crouching body, and it was a
good thing. Not only did the blast push me back fifty yards, it sucked
all of the minerals and elements out of the dirt and grass around me.
What was left was a twenty yard wide, fifty yard long, line of carbon
ash.
	"What the hell was that?" I said to myself. He undoubtably
heard me and started laughing. Before I knew what was going on he was
flying straight at me blowing fire. I got a crazy idea and started
charging at him. He saw me and made what I guess was a smile. Right
before he got to me I jumped in the air and spun around. Luckily I
landed on his back. He halted immediatly and tried in vain to reach
back and grab me. I was too small for him to shake off so he just
decided to fly up in the air and squash me on the ground.
	Quickly I stuck one hand down to the ground and blasted myself
an escape so I wouldn't be crushed, then grabbed the Sword of Light
with both hands and enjoyed the ride. When Vyraxon's back hit the
ground he was impaled on the Sword. He let out a horrible cry and began
to reel in pain.
	"Hehe, dragon ka-bobs," I said as I flew up into the air. I
began to charge up my big attack while he tried in vain to pull the
Sword of Light from his back. "BLACK...LIGHTNING!" I said and threw my
hands into the air. A huge lightning bolt, black as night, shot down
from the air. It struck Vyraxon in the chest, sending enough
electricity to run NCC from now until eternity through his body. Then
came the blast of thunder that threw him back off his feet and onto the
ground, stabbing the Sword deeper into him.
	"I TAKE MY POWER BACK!" he screamed. Suddenly I felt strange my
eyes got blurry and my head started spinning. I didn't have enough
energy to hold myself in the air so I fell a good ten feet to the
ground. I felt like someone had stuck a big leech on me and it was
sucking me dry. I felt myself revert to normal human form, and my focus
on maintaining the Sword of Light broke. If you have ever been run over
by a steam roller you could relate to how I felt. Even my connection
with the Force broke. I didn't even feel like I was wearing a Supreme
Gaurdian ring. It scared the crap out of me. I didn't have anything. No
ki, no Vortex, no Force, no anything.
	"Now, you realize how weak you really are. I am your master. I
am your savior. I control you. I OWN YOU!" Vyraxon said as I felt the
ground shaking under his feet as he was walking to me. My eyes cleared
up enough to notice that he was gushing blood from his back where the
Sword of Light used to be, but besides that he didn't appear hurt. "You
see that you can't hurt me don't you. You do what I want. And I want
you to die!" he said. He brought his foot up into the air and held it
over me. "It was fun while it lasted wasn't it?" He asked me. The only
thing that I could do was move my arm enough to lift it up and give him
the finger. I saw his foot come speeding down towards me, and I prayed
that God would take my spirit into His hands. I didn't stand a chance
of living. When it seemed to take too long for him to stomp me, I
slowly opened my eyes.
	I looked up to him, he was doing that weird smile thing again.
"I wish that you could have felt that," he said. I had no idea what he
was talking about because I had nothing to use to feel anything except
for pain. "The screaming of thousands of souls at once is such an
intoxicating experiance. I will tell you this right before you die. The
Lucifer has just destroyed your precious Camelot, no one survived. NO
ONE!" he said as he looked down to me. "Aww, did someone lose their
family? Don't feel bad, you will see them shortly," he said as he made
a fake little wave at me. Then it hit me. I had lost everything. I had
let my friends down. I really wasn't cut out to be a leader.
	Before he could position himself to flatten me, the ground
began to shake. Huge fissures opened up in it, and rocks started
floating in the air. He stopped and looked around. Again I had no idea
what to expect. The sky began to darken, and clouds began to roll in. A
wind picked up and began to swirl around what I could approximate would
be one of the bodies of the other Supreme Gaurdians. A funnel cloud
dipped out of the sky and touched down in the same place. The
earthquake increased until I was bouncing around on the ground. Vyraxon
tried to pick up and fly but the wind was blowing too hard for him to
stay up. Then came the voice.
	"YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS! YOU KILLED INNOCENT PEOPLE! AND YOU
KILLED THE WOMAN THAT I LOVE!" I heard it scream. A giant blood red
blast shot out from the center of the cloud and caught Vyraxon in the
chest. It pushed him down into the ground and exploded sending even
more debris into the air.
	The funnel clound lifted and I picked out the figure of a man.
He was tall, about eight feet, and his hair reached down to his waist.
He wore a blood red chestplate over a black shirt with boots and gloves
to match. A pair of black pants, and a black flowing cloak rounded out
the ensamble. He was ripped all over with veins and muscles sticking
out everywhere.
	"You survived my second level!," he said as he flew towards
Vyraxon, "But can you take my third?" I smiled as much as I could, Mac
was back with a vengence. Vyraxon stumbled around and finally stood
back up. He looked over to Mac and shook his head.
	"I killed you. You can't be alive. I KILLED Y-" he tried to
say. He was cut off by a punch that Mac landed right on his lower jaw.
He cut a back flip and landed on his stomach. Mac walked over to him.
	"Yeah, you killed me all right. You killed part of me when you
killed Shandra. Then you killed a bigger part when you blew up Camelot.
Do you realize how big of a coward you are? You are a worm. You don't
deserve to stand in my presence. I ought to rip you apart with my bear
hands. Matter of fact I think that I will. And I am starting with this
"crown" you have," he said refering to the circle of ten horns that
grew around the sides of Vyraxon's head.
	Mac put one foot on his snout, and one foot on his neck,
reached down, and began to yank. One by one the horns came out with a
sickening sound of sinew and bone shattering. Vyraxon tried to wriggle
free from Mac's hold but couldn't do it. When the last horn was gone
Mac stepped off of him and spat on him.
	"How big are you now you demonic son of a b*tch?" he said.
Vyraxon got up and scoweled down at him. He threw his head back in a
demonic pits of hell roar.
	"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I WILL FINISH YOU OFF JUST
AS EASILY AS I DID YOUR FRIENDS!" Vyraxon said as he propelled himself
at Mac. But Mac just stood there. When he got close enough to swing Mac
just threw his hand up and grabbed his fist. Vyraxon's left hand came
around in a haymaker. Mac just as easily caught it. Then he looked to
his face, "Why don't you just f*ck off and leave us alone before I
actually get mad?" He jumped up and landed a drop kick right in
Vyraxon's face that sent him to the ground. But Mac didn't let go of
his arms. With his tail thrashing about, Vyraxon tried desperatly to
break Mac's grip. "I see that you aren't going to take my advice. I
guess that I'm gonna have to get mad after all," Mac said as he began
to kick Vyraxon's head around like a misfigured hackysack. "I wasn't
going to let you off without kicking your ass up one side and down the
other anyway. You just gave me an excuse," he said. After five or so
minutes of continual kicking, Mac let go of Vyraxon's arms. The dragon
looked pretty worse for wear. He struggled back to all fours and roared
agian.
	Then with what seemed to be a never ending supply of power he
flew at Mac. He grabbed him with one hand and punched him in the face
with the other. Mac was dazed for an instance but retalited with an
uppercut to the gut. Vyraxon doubled over and Mac grabbed him by the
neck. He swung him into the ground like a pick axe and followed up with
a ki blast to the face.

	Vyraxon was back up in a matter of moments and flew back up to
Mac. His tail flew put at him and grabbed him around the ankle. He
brought Mac up to mouth level and cut loose a plume of fire. From the
midst of the flames came Mac's fist. It landed right on the Vyraxon's
snout and broke it downward into his own fire. Vyraxon's tail let loose
of Mac and his hands went up to his bleeding and burned nose. This was
only a ploy because within a second he had spun around and landed a
kick into Mac's mid section bending him in half. His scaly hands
grabbed Mac's waist and flipped him back down and chucked him into the
ground. The ground that was already broken up split even more to
accomodate the force and size of Mac's body.
	Up from the crater came a enormous ki blast that blocked
Vyraxon's whole body from my view. He was thrown up into the air and
out of my sight range now that I had nothing to help me to see. Mac on
the other hand was perfectly visable, and walking my way still in lvl
3. "How is everyone else?" I managed to choke out. He nodded and went
to the bodies of our friends. Each time he knelt he took the pulse and
nodded. They were all still alive, but barely. I told him to open a
portal and get them somewhere safe. Not that there was any safe place
now that Camelot was destroyed.
	Four portals opened and four bodies began their trip to who
knows where. Irvine was the first through his portal and made it
through without a hitch. When Draco's body began its journey the
portals slammed shut. Vyraxon was still alive, and still close enough
to see what we were doing. Behind Mac I saw a shimmer of light and
cried out for him to turn around. It was too late though. Vyraxon had
grabbed him with both of his hands and began to squeeze him.
	"Let go of me blasphemer!" Mac yelled as he charged up. But
Vyraxon's grip was too strong. With an audible crunch, Mac's ribs and
collarbone gave way. He fell to the ground with a thud and a moan.
	"You are a strong one. Yes you are. But I AM STRONGER! You have
no hope in beating me. The only thing that you get to do is watch your
friends die. I think I will start with the shape changer. He was never
that big of a threat," Vyraxon said as he pounded his way over to
Cratin. "Cratin Jur, huh, weakling, consumed with foolishness, never
serious, now You DIE!" he said as he exposed a wicked claw from out of
his hands and sliced cleanly through Cratin's neck. I couldn't watch, I
just turned my head and cried. They didn't deserve to die like this. It
was all my fault and I knew it.