Blood Soaked Heaven

 The relaxing scent of burning wood filled the air as the red hot embers majestically glowed within the den's fireplace. Cascading shadows seemed to maneuver ever so slightly covering the upper portion of Gambler's face as he sat at his desk. His eyes focused on the custom chess board situated in front of him, each piece had been hand crafted from the ever so rare pink diamonds of the Australian Argyle Mines. A masterful strategist, the Cajun fancied himself  one of the World's elite chess players. Yet a quick look at the board revealed that he was playing a different game entirely. Two of the makeshift pieces were instantly recognizable as they sat alongside the board having already been eliminated. A large V represented one of the pieces while a pack of wolves designated the other. Still remaining on the board in the center of several other pieces was what appeared to be a floating city, a kingdom of sorts, Asgard. Closing in on it from all sides were pieces designed to represent individual sects of evil. The OsC, The Thieves Guild, The Examiner, The Carnivale, and The Vis Vires.

Suddenly the Cajun's demeanor changed as his eyes flared and his hand quickly darted across the table before flicking the Asgardian piece with his finger, instantly dispersing a small kinetic charge that shattered the figuring. Gambler had always had an immense hunger for power and a flare for the dramatic, but what he was playing next would dwarf all of his other ambitious pursuits, in not only grandeur, but in sheer magnitude. Once again the heroes were disorganized and lost. No one had stepped up to fill the shoes of the fallen Andfrene, and with the Wolf Pack and Veritas organizations nearly coming to blows, the already fragile state of the World's safety was teetering on the edge. All it needed was one final push, one final act so unbelievably catastrophic that not even the heroes of the World would  be able to regain peace and stability.

Gambler had tried his hands at politics, manipulating the system and the public in various schemes that always ended the same way, with his eventual defeat. But not this time. There would be no tricking the population into believing he was a hero, or misjudged leader trying to do whats right for the betterment of the people. No. This time he would not be shrouded in a cloak of deception, but rather fully display the depths in which he could sink in order to accomplish his goal. Gambler, the self proclaimed King of Kings, the Living Legend, the Master of Manipulation, would unleash war upon Asgard, the kingdom of the Gods. Together with the newly formed Order of Sancta Camisia, they would initiate a round table sit down with the rest of the World's top villains in hopes of solidifying a consolidated assault on the mighty empire of Asgard.

 
Asgard was home to some of the most powerful and well known Gods in the Universe. From behind the scenes they had continually helped maintain balance and when need be, stand shoulder to shoulder with the heroes of Earth. Their floating city resting just beyond the boundaries of this World and the next, inaccessible by mortal man. But Gambler knew there was always a way, and as usual he would count on an old friend to bridge his dream, to reality. Slowly he made his way across the room stopping at an old book shelve as it began to spin around in a hundred and eighty degree turn, revealing a magnificently constructed suit of armor. Sleek and light weight it was an upgrade of the Cajun's old suit the Black Dawn and would now be an essential part of his arsenal if he was to challenge the Gods.

Decorative scrolls, each individually hand written by Gambler himself, had been sent out across the World in search of the four heads of the most dominant teams still active. Inviting them to join the OsC at the Chartres Cathedral for a clandestine style meeting of the minds. Messages had also been dispatched in search of the scattered OsC members who had their own operations to take care of and seldom stayed in the same place longer then need be. A war was on the horizon, a war Gambler would ignite and the OsC would finish.

Hayden Miles's Hideout

In the hidden haven of the congo waterfalls, the Ninjan Queen and her new heir resided. Zariah’s birth mother was Hayden Miles, she was killed during the KOV championship by Feral Nova and since then she has learned from Sha to harvest her Ninjan Powers. At 23 years old Sha, was far too old to keep up with the youth of Zariah, the duration of the extensive four day training had finally taken a toll on the Ninjan Queen and caused her to tire out. She sat on her knee’s listening to the waterfall, bellow in silence in front of Zariah. From the time Zariah was able to comprehend English, she was familiar with her mother’s past and her destruction; Sha could feel the silent hatred bellowing within Zariah’s heart.

“You were weak when I found you… I took you in, gave you love…gave you identity; do you still feel the need for revenge?” Zariah shook her head, all this training was to set her up for her show down with Feral Nova. “I see… Well currently you aren’t ready but in due time you will be” Sha placed her cloak back on her head and began to meditate.

“What about you mother? Zariah responded, causing Sha’s head to rise and lock eyes with the hazel eyed youngster. “Feral Nova is your best friend… will you be able to face the fact that your apprentice, will be her killer, are you strong enough to handle the anguish of losing your closes comrade; Sometimes mother I wonder if your strong enough to survive anymore…” Sha allowed the wind to pirouette on her face; she wanted to give the statement some thought. “While it’s true I and Nova have a storied history, my ambition for more has elevated me past her level, she’s a mere afterthought to everything I wish to accomplish”

“Is that why you had G’Bandit steal the Ninjan DNA formula from Love” Zariah replied, trying to get a grasp on things to come. “Yes, as for my powers; it’s true they are deteriorating, Ninjeta’s demise has put an expiration date on them, however until the day I fall from the sky, I will continue forward with my plans.”

“Very well mother, and on that day…I will protect you” Zariah said and gave Sha a hug, before starting to the back of the cave for bed. “Zariah…” Sha called out to her, grabbing her attention. “Yes mother?”

“Prepare yourself, for tomorrow you will take my spot temporarily in the OSC, as Gambler has plans that I am simply not strong enough to execute, however you will go in my place…just tell him I sent you, and let him know you are the daughter of Hayden, everything should be perfect after that.” Zariah didn’t answer she just nodded and went on her way.

As Zariah disappeared deeper into the cave, Chinese Czar, Zing Xiao made her prencense at the mouth of the cave. “Zariah in the OSC?” She said with suspicion. Sha never rose her head to greet the women “Gambler wants Sha in the OSC, but I cannot tell him I’m a mere shell of my former self, so until I find out what’s messing with my powers, he will get me through Zariah.”

Sha pulled a bottle of vodka from her bag and tossed it to Zing, the Asian women sat down beside her and sent her guards off to mingle in the city. “How are things with Vis Vires?” Sha asked knowing the answer. Y removed a floor plan of the HQ and then handed it to the Ninjan Queen. “I take it this means you quit” Y nodded and then handed over some more papers and some vials

“What’s this?” Sha asked looking at the blue vials of what looked like water. “This is the Ninjan DNA you gave me; it seems to be a replica of your sister…Maria. I’ll start the production of the army, for now just continue to play your roll until, you can run it by Gambler. “Alright”

Y started towards the mouth of the cave, placing her cloak back on, she then returned to Sha placing a kiss upon her lips before leaving. Sha turned back looking at the darkness that was hiding Zariah. “Zariah if you survive these challenges…we’ll be one step closer to achieving New World Order.

 Glancing back to see Sha sitting on top of the huge rock formation, It was time Zariah carried out her first solo mission. For the last month, she had been executing both Zing’s and Sha’s orders without hesitation, she had been training with Y intercept to better her close combat skills, Y had been trained by the best assassin in the world, there was only few people who could last an engagement with Surreal Diablo. Then her training with Sha, enhanced her durability and her control over her powers, her mind body and soul had been hardened with the teachings.

“This is #1 en route to Chartres Cathedral” She said messaging back to Y intercept who was tracking her movements. “Master, how does the OSC fit into this New World Order?” she asked just a bit suspious, however Y never replied, she didn’t believe in telling kids grown folk plans. “Just focus on your mission #1 eventually you will know the ways of the green dragon but for now, just be content with the Intel we have provided for you.” Y’s voice was cold hearted, Sha informed her that Y had nothing to live for, and her love had deteriorated over time.

She knew what Y was capable of; she herself had ideals of the Nazi’s and a force of will more powerful than Hitler himself. Landing at the steps of the illustrious church, she opened the door and walked in during evening mass. “#1 blends in take the secret entrance when the church is clear” Y said on her Comlink.

Zariah sat with her hands folded during the sermon, she felt free and full of life. “Master this is a relaxing atmosphere, you must come…” Y took a moment to responded, but when she did the black hearted oriental demon, known as the green dragon answered. “If you ask, me that question again…I will kill you.” Zariah shifted uncomfortably in her chair as now, church was ending and everyone was exiting, she looked at the floor plan, giving to her by Sha and found the exit into the lower chambers. “This gambler guy seems like he’s into all that ancient mumbo jumbo” Zariah said, walking to Sha’s room and unloading her stuff there.

“It’s not mumbo jumbo, most of the artifacts found today were create by God, himself you see evil wasn’t created by the devil, it was a gift from God, when he gave people Free Will, he essentially gave us the gift of disjust. And all the “Ancient stuff you see before is a weapon from the lost world.”

“Sheesh remind me not to get you started again” Zariah said while glancing around her mother’s room. “Well I’m going to explore this place #1 out” ending her Comlink she ran the recent events down in her mind. “None of this adds up, first G’bandit steals the Ninjan Forum, Then Y leaves the VV, We go to train in Africa, and now there is talk of a coming New World Order, I swear everything seems to happen reaptitvly” a butler walked in the Room To see Zariah, he looked startled but Zariah remembered what Sha told her.

“My name is Zariah Miles, I am the daughter of Hayden Miles, Sha told me to come in her place as she cannot make it” the man bowed, and escorted Zariah to were the events would take place.

  The night shadows slowly crept upon the shrouded mountain peaks the surrounded that surrounded her position. The dark storm clouds bound together in a formation attempting to conceal this area of the world with in its grasp. Recently the young girl had gone head to head with the Living ledged himself, the Cajun, Gambler and survived. Though she had scares but sadly due to her healing ability they had recently faded, now all that remained as proof for her boastful words was the scent of his presence that lingered upon her skin like a perfume. As night dawned the mantle of power as if showing that darkness would go to any depth. From the ocean to the earth, or any height from the skies to heaven itself as long as it was able to consume that which it desired.

A hollow breeze batter against the trees of this lazy hazy forest, it all appeared like looking through a dirty window, before she could see everything so clearly now, everything was a haze, undetectable, and worse unable to predict. Laura, that was her name the only certain in these dire times. She had always planned ahead in every situation in every alteration she would commence in an action that would aid her situation but…now she was lost. She had chose a path and many unforeseen events had transpired to cause her to doubt herself doubt her choices or even more so doubt her main reason for all of this.

And so young girl Laura recently to turn 17 would soon have to engage in a world of grownups, a world that she had been forced into since the age of simply 5. She knew games these adults played and she forced herself to become them to thin like them to be able to kill them, she always had the upper hand: She was a child. Slowly as she brushed the palm of her hand her midnight locks flared in front of her face concealing the emerald eyes of a young girl…no of a monster. Her feet gradually began to walk pace by pace step my step as the minuets began to pass like sand through an hour glass. Her hands slung lifelessly on the side of her body limp motionless.

A deep sigh escaped her dry lips as she licked them with her tongue. Her head was bent making long eye contact with the ground, studying it in an attempt to possibly divert her eyes from what she knew laid ahead of her. As the leaves of green and hazel passed her by she seemed to be the vapour the one that was faded, a paradox wrapped in a enigma deep fried in a conspiracy. She was an unsolvable puzzle and no doubt that was what she was to her…former Wolf Pack members. But despite what they knew and did not know about her choices, about her desired about her reasons they were no longer involved. Out of sight out of mind and out of danger, for she was danger to a perfect team she was the insane one the manipulative one the weakling and she was tired of it!

But in the midst of this down memory lane moment instantly her cell phone rang and instantly she answered it but the words that were on the other end caused her to gain a long pause. Instantly her mind began working like a massive computer analyzing every situation everything ever alteration every scenario. Slowly she lowered her consol as her emerald eyes flashed forward finally looking toward the breach between the mountain slopes. She took in a deep breath raised her com and simpler muttered in the tome only Talon could portray perfectly, “I’ll be there in soon”.

Hours later.

Her footsteps resonated down the cold and empty halls. Her eyes were focused upon the door of master of modification. Her hands were inside her jeans pockets, when she heard the news she could hardly believe it, she knew something was up something she needed and wanted in on desperately. She knew that if she stayed near the ledged she’d keep an eye on him, she’d not forgotten the deal they made and she intend not to be the one double crossed in this business relationship of deception and duplicity. Her mind was formed on her current objective: Remain near the Cajun. Laura was clad in a simple jeans, a black shirt, covered with a long leather jacket, along with gloves matching in the same fabric and color. Eventually she reached the door, planting herself she leaned her back against the wall next to it, her eyes on the floor awaiting his exit. She could smell he was in there, she could hear him breath. With her midnight locks of hair shrouding her face she remained poised, and ever vigilant as Akwa would say, and she did the only thing she could do…she waited.

"Amongst mortals,Gods walked the Earth to bring a balance to the chaos that the humans so ignorantly created. Amongst light, Darkness shrouds weak minds to bend the balance of order. This place is hell, and its many levels are found on this very planet." From the beginning these were words taught to Clutch by his father Akira, and whenever they needed to be revisited, a small rice paper journal rest at Yamato's side. Under the candle light surrounded by his greatest shinobi, the Bushido King silently awaited the arrival of a much welcomed guest who had contacted him and his clan of Ninja Mercenaries for a seemingly small contract, but for some reason a small fortune was transferred to various off shore accounts that were previously secret. This guest had no face, no gender, but currency was something that allowed for such a personal meeting between the Clan and this secret benefactor.
 
A sway of the candle light and then it began to flicker,slowly burning out and leaving the well-trained ninja to darkness. Though they did not fear the dark,the presence that entered the room demanded for souls to shiver. Clutch slowly stood up and grabbed the hilt of the katana that rest peacefully on his back, then suddenly a green flash of light emerged and the candles were light again,seeming brighter then before. A figure adorned in a Gold horned helmet stood face to face with the Prodigy, peering into the soul of the man until it was time for the enigma to introduce himself. He spoke with a crooked smile, spinning around slowly with arms raised talking to the audience of assassins.
 
"I am Gem-keeper,Son of Secrets,Maker of Mischief,The Sly One,Lie-Smith ,God of Mischief,Master of Mayhem and many names more. My darlings...I am Loki. God to you mortals."
 
The reaction was not one of surprise or shock, but the men seemed to magically bow to the God and silently chant mantras hoping to catch Loki's ear for some odd reason. Though thier leader was unaffected by the arrival of an Asgardian God in his halls. A grim and firm jaw was all that Loki could see under the mask of Clutch, and it gave him a chill of delight that would feel like a psychedelic trip to a human. Adrian spoke sharp and clear as he looked the Sly One straight in the eye.
 
"What do you want?"
 
A sneer and a scoff came from the vain Loki, and then he smiled,put his hand on the shoulder of Clutch, and slowly made his way around him.
 
"Your spirit. Your fighting soul that even the Warrior Three in the mystical realm will envy, that is all. Give me your trust and I will transform it into life."
 
"No."
 
"Perhaps, you do no understand the role you play in this crazy world of yours, but I do. I know of your legacy, your family, and the man who took it all away. The pain you fell, and the glory you wish to obtain, the journey to greatness begins now. In the name of Chaos and Mischief, I will give you the Cajun's head on a plate...."

 Amanda Frost stood on top of a statue that looked almost like a dragon watching as the people and the traffic of the city faded little by little, Amanda was waiting for midnight so she could start her business and get back home to go to a meeting with the government it was kinda sad that the government still did not figure out that she was the criminal known as Cat Burglar. Amanda watched as the sun began to set, soon she could start to do what she did best stealing Money, Jewelry, Gold, Statue's and even more thing's that were worth million's of dollar's. Amanda was already use to stealing and using martial art's she has been doing it since she was five year's old and thanks to her butler who she could call best friend or father who trained her to be what she is now.
 
  Cat Burglar finally then noticed it was midnight already and it was time to start her business. Cat Burglar leaped from the statue she was on to a large building and began to jump from building to building, Cat Burglar had always love doing her job even if it was dangerous or risky to do, but that never stopped her and she will not stop till she becomes as old as her dead parent's who died from a group of assassin's. Cat Burglar finally stopped at a bank that was taller then her mansion, Cat Burglar learned one thing about being a thief that if a bank is tall and look's like a mansion that mean's there had to be something  good to steal.
 
Cat Burglar smiled and jumped down from the building and landed on her feet on the hard ground, She looked up at the bank then at the window's and began to plan what she was going to do, but before she could even start to plan her robbery, a group of thug's started whispering to each other about meeting the criminal known as Gambler and his team at the OsC base, Cat Burglar grinned and she wanted to go but she was never invited. Cat Burglar walked up to the thug's and noticed one of them  was holding a invention, She smiled at them and they all began to check her out Amanda had a great plan to get these guy's to give her the invention and if not she would have to steal it from them or maybe kick there ass. 
 
Cat Burglar walked up to one of the thug's face, " Hey cutie! mind if you hand me that invention." the thug's all began to laugh and then one of them tried to reach for her zipper, Cat Burglar backed away and pulled out her whip and unleashed it toward one of the thug's wrapping it around his neck, the thug's began to back away and dropped the invention and ran away leaving there little perverted buddy, Cat Burglar smiled "I'm sorry honey but my heart belongs to someone else." Cat Burglar then snapped the thug's neck with her whip and picked up the invention from the ground and began to read it, She then smiled and climbed up a building and headed for the OsC base.

Order of Sancta Camisia

 “well how interesting a tea party” Arrow said swinging his legs from a wooden table that sat out front of his trailer. The sounds of gentle tears could be heard from the big top as Rina entered the tent, how he hated that book of her’s the children always cried. With a gentle twist in his step as he stood brushing himself down, he walked forward for a moment before spinning on his heals and began pacing back and forth “Gods, how long has it been since I killed one” the long read coat he wore swung around him as he kept turning on the spot as he walked “I killed an angel last year, has it just been a year” his finger pushed the edge of his new top hat back as he came to a sudden stop , a strand of his white hair broke free of the hat and lay down across his nose, with a puff he blew it back “Odin “ he now rubbed his chin “ Odin was always quick to anger, but he will not be a threat and it could be done, silly floating rock between worlds. Hiding from sight but still playing with this world, my mother’s world. “He spat at the floor “There not even the oldest gods.” A sound of applause broke him from what would have been a lengthy rant. His daughter had worked her spells and no doubt had a few more souls for her book. Arrow’s smile grew from one cheek to the other as a black cane appeared in his hand, a dark crystal sat at the head and with a tap of his pale fingers shadows began to role over his body like smoke.

His outfit changed and now he wore a black coat with a white shirt, his top hat sat to one side and his hair was tied back, his trousers matched the jacket and a pair of black and white shows finished his new look. “Well what would a tea party be with out a hatter.” Lifting the cane he sliced at the air a gust of wind came from the rip in the fabric of space he had created, with one bold step he entered and the cut closed behind him, he was now in another realm. Flashes of different worlds past him by as he floated towards his meeting with the Cheshire cat. At points on his trip he stopped to see what the mortals where doing with their spare time, it was like looking into some ones house from the edge of their windows, you would catch glimpse of things to come or that have been without ever knowing which it was and yet by the time he reached the OSC it would seem as if he had just left the very spot he had been standing on, the only time that would have past would be that of a single step.  He watched as a man used snakes to make poison and then as the son of Akira spoke to a force that concealed itself from Arrow’s gaze. Then finally he stepped into another cut and arrived in the heart of fifty miles short of , he looked around himself at the ancient Cathedral  that now stood in front of him.

He recalled when the first of the Cathedrals where built on the blood of men to worship their god, of course back then the cathedral was not even half the size of the one that stood here now. There had been five cathedrals built on the same spot over the years, each replacing it’s smaller predecessor with a larger more flamboyant house of worship and was a staggering site it held over two hundred statues each with their own stories and a mere one hundred and seventy six stain glassed windows that flared an array of colors over the cold stone floor. Of course this was no ordinary Cathedral it was once watched over by nine master mason who in turn watched over their underlings and that may have some thing to do with how the church was never touched during any religious war of course it was nothing to do with the Mason it never had been, Yes there was nine masters who watched over this home and guarded the secret of Mary but nine masters of a very different art. A wicked smile touched his lips as he felt several presences around him turning on the spot he removed his hat with a bow and began to speak.

His voice was gentle and had a harmony to it, a trick he picked up from various different angels. “Good evening gentlemen “ with a twist of his head to the right “and Ladies” his crimson eyes breaking into the darkness. Her steps where lighter than the rest and he could smell a single strand of sweat dripping down her forehead, the sweet smell of jasmine caught him. Each of them where almost silent in the shadows, trained assassins and guards of this holy place, holding up one finger from his cane as he stood up straight he placed the hand holding the top hat to his back. “My name is Christopher Lockhart, Lord of the shadow realm, I have many different names each as meaningful as the last. I am older then time and warn you now that I have come here invited, to move against me now would mean your very end. “ he reached into his jacket and pulled out the scroll sent to him by Jean and threw it into the shadows at the nearest guard to him. It made no sound as the man caught it “There is no need to hide I can see into any shadow and I for once come in peace.” As the man with the scroll nodded the guards stepped out of the shadows “Master Lockheart, you are the first to arrive. Please follow us and we will take you to the inner chamber.”

Looking over them he nodded and waved his hand “There is no need, I know the way.” The guards looked at each other and then back at him. One of the guards smiled back at him “Of course you do my mistake” they bowed and stepped back into their shadows. He walked silently into the catacombs of the cathedral  following the route in his head and his mind raced back to the last time he walked so deep into a house of god, it was built as a maze with numerous dead ends and escape holes, where the upper floors where built for beauty the lower floor’s where built for two reasons death and survival. After a few wrong turns and dead ends Arrow finally found where the meeting would be held. In the centre of the room sat a long stone desk with the symbol of the o rder of Sancta Camisia  craved deep into the stone, around the table sat several beautifully crafted chairs each hand cut, each chair had rose’s cut into the arm rests and the backs where made with a soft red velvet. Flicking out of his jacket he placed it  and his cane on to the nearest chair and took his seat waiting for his host and for the others to arrive, he wondered how the atmosphere in the room would change when they all finally sat across from each other once again. 

 The lavish OsC council chamber was a testament to 16th century French decadence and indulgence. Every inch had been meticulously decorated to reflect the highest standard of imperialism. The walls were lined with ominous statues of past affiliates forever immortalized in marble. Gambler entered the room with purpose, a look of determination fixated upon his calculating face before his eyes subtly shifted glancing over at the infamous Final Arrow. His crossed legs resting comfortably atop the designer table. Also seated at the table was Sha's latest representative #1, the daughter of Hayden Miles. A possible wildcard that Gambler had not anticipated. Following closely behind the LeBeau Legacy were the OsC elite, the Noir Grenouille, fanning out lining the outer area of the room forming a large circle around the table. Led by the deadly Surreal Diablo they obeyed her every command and would fight to their last breath. Situated just beyond the shadows against the wall, the spiritual warrior, Skin Walker, leaned nonchalantly against one of the statues waiting to hear the reason behind the clandestine meeting.

Wasting no time Gambler nodded to one of the OsC's many assistance who immediately dimmed the lights. Using a complex series of hand motions Gambler brought up a holographic touch screen that quickly expanded out the length of the table displaying a floating image of the mystical realm of Asgard. Flashing a slight and ever arrogant grin the Living Legend began. "Dis is Asgard, home of dee Norse Gods....among other things" he paused, waving his hands around orchestrating the image "And it is ripe for dee taking. Dee heroes of our World are weaker then ever and their attention is focused elsewhere which gives us a window of opportunity dat cannot be dismissed. We take Asgard and dee World will bow at our feet. Heroes and villains alike will have no choice but to fall under our control or risk our wraith, dee wraith of villains who destroyed dee Gods. Dat my friend is true power."

Continuing on the self proclaimed King of Kings gave out detailed information about Asgard's inhabitants. Myths and legends such as Thor and Odin, trolls, and Ice Giants, and most importantly, Heimdall. Guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, the passage that linked Asgard to Earth. A masterful swordsmen and excellent hand to hand combatant they would need to go throw him first before laying siege to Asgard. "Heimdall must be taken out quickly before he has a chance to blow his horn and alert his fellow Gods. Final Arrow has offered to lend his hand in opening up a portal in which we can cross over. We should end up far enough up the Rainbow bridge that we can rush Heimdall and take him by surprise, after that its an all out barrage on the Gods themselves. Burn em, burn em to the $#@!ing ground " 


Not wanting to waste anymore time the Cajun decided they could no longer afford to wait on the others, so with a slight gesture to the amused Arrow, the masterful performer of death rose up grabbing his cane and twirling it before pointing it straight ahead, opening up a hole of nothingness a black abyss forming by the end of the room. Completely unaware of what had transpired inside the chamber, Talon was led in after being summoned and now stood side by side with the Cajun. Without hesitation Gambler grabbed the hilt of his katana and raced into the black hole, the Noir Grenouille pausing until commended to move by Surreal. With his feet barely touching the ground as he seemingly floated across the bridge Gambler was upon the mighty Heimdall in an instant. Lunging forward unsheathing his blade in one reverse motion as the sword was drawn from his back. However the battle tested Asgardian's senses were far beyond that of mortal man and instantly side stepped the attack before unleashing a brutal swipe of his backhand that sent the Cajun flying backwards end over end, taking out several members of the Noir Grenouille as he crashed down the center of them. Instantly the Norse God of Vigilance lifted his massive horn, alerting his fellow brethren of the impending attack. The War had begun, and Asgard would soon run wild with blood.

 As various figures entered the clandestine room, it was clear that a plan was to be hatched and it would change the world. Zariah happened to be the youngest in the room, legally only 5 years old, which made her 15 in Ninjan years; however her “Mother” trained her to see with her ears and speak with her eyes. The very prestige’s Gambler addressed the Cabal with a calculating plan, he had said nothing, but she had watched video after video, of him recognizing his facial expressions. Folding her arms and letting out a relaxing Sigh, her ears perked up to the preparatory statements of this Proposal.

"Dis is Asgard, home of dee Norse Gods....among other things" he paused, waving his hands around orchestrating the image "And it is ripe for dee taking. Dee heroes of our World are weaker then ever and their attention is focused elsewhere which gives us a window of opportunity dat cannot be dismissed. We take Asgard and dee World will bow at our feet. Heroes and villains alike will have no choice but to fall under our control or risk our wraith, dee wraith of villains who destroyed dee Gods. Dat my friend is true power."

She herself had never heard of this Asgard world, but if it were anything like he was proposing, it sounded as if it were a double edge sword. On one hand, it would make a great base of operation for anyone Audacious enough to grasp it; however beating gods didn’t even sound like a simple feat. Lives would be lost, not that Zariah cared, her passion for revenge would be quelled by ending a gods life, and as the planned continued to be hatched she sat waiting patiently.

"Heimdall must be taken out quickly before he has a chance to blow his horn and alert his fellow Gods. Final Arrow has offered to lend his hand in opening up a portal in which we can cross over. We should end up far enough up the Rainbow bridge that we can rush Heimdall and take him by surprise, after that it’s an all out barrage on the Gods themselves. Burn em, burn em to the $#@!ing ground” 

Gambler, Talon and The Noir Grenouille, went through a portal that arrow created, and commenced with an attack. Removing her cloak, she quickly followed in pursuit, to see members of the Noir Grenouille whipped out by a solitary swing of the sword. “This is #1 reporting, War on Asgard has begun, I repeat war on Asgard has begun!” Zariah ran across the bridge coming on to the mighty Heimdall, but no sooner than she approached him, she was blindsided by another resident of Asgard.

“You Vile Mortals Dare step foot on our sacred fortress” He screamed before smacking Zariah to the dusty, ground. “Asgard, what the hell are you guys doing there?” Sha finally responded. Zariah rose from her feet, taking a fighting stance she was fully prepared to fight back except, she could since the power running through him; a fist fight would do her no good. “Gambler ordered an attack on Asgard!” Zariah yelled back, this time being tackled through a building. “Zariah, I wanted you to simply investigate what Gambler wanted, not engage in any war!” Sha responded, sounding disappointed.

The man’s grip was powerful; she could feel her lungs starting to give into the pressure of being oxygen deprived. He was using his whole body to constrict her limbs, adding head butts on for good measures. It would seem that Zariah had taken and drawn first blood in the engagement already, although she did nothing to him yet. Loosening her molecules, she transformed into water and then, slipped right from the grasp of the god, and down to the ground.

Taking a split second to glance around, the scene was already getting bad, there was blood everywhere, more and more gods, poured into the area trying to stop the Crusaders advancements into the kingdom; Zariah swifty, kicked the man in the gut; as he hunched over from the pain, she transformed her hand into an ice sword and stabbed him in the back. Despite doing so he did not fall, he simply began to swing erratically and sporadically at her trying to damage her in any way possible. Extending her hands, she fired ice shards at the behemoth finally taking him down. “Mother can’t you wait until I get home to punish me; I might not even make it back.” Zariah said messaging back to Sha, but it was intercepted by Y. “if you’re lucky, you’ll die on Asgard”.

 "Speak to me Fulla, my patience with you is low!" the mesmerizing enchantress spoke, her beauty is highly compared even to the other gods such as Aphrodite, Iduna, Freyja, and Sif themselves."Patience child, my visions and prophecy takes time, and why is the Asgardian's magic now a toy for you?" the old sage asked, "Simple, I'm the Mistress of Magic, my title only exceeds, to gaining other type of magic. Over the years, I've acquired and harness black, white, Celtic, shaman, and other type. But I should give more recognition for my own, the ability to manipulate life energy, the very source of magic itself and as you can see I control it." her hand glowed into a perfect sphere, bright pink energy luminance from the sphere, "This my dear prophet is known as Mana. The main reason for my years of keeping you lock in my thrall was to help me foretell events, and with my psychic skills, I can feel something is about to happen for your dear home of Asgard. Am I correct?" she smirk.

"Are you familiar with a man known as Gambler?" her old withered voice cracked. A bemused look sprung on Stella's face, but grew into her father's signature Cheshire grin, "My father...", "Yes, as you see his ego continues to grow, the fool will try to attack and slain the gods of Norse mythology themselves, in his hope to attain power, that low life scu-" her words and sentence stops, "Don't you ever talk about my father that way again, or I'll slit your throat you old hag, and if you manage to survive since you Asgardian gods are hard to kill, then I'll rip your heart out, trust me I can and will!" holding her athame to the godess throat, the her anger is like a thunderhead, such temper.

"Very well, mistress. But his siege on Asgard will prove hazardous, my visions to see even more seems to be block, probably by that mischief devil Loki and his daughter, dead daughter Hela herself. But it remains a mystery...", "I'll find my own answers." she walks from the imprisonment that kept the old god trapped.

"The magic that lies and source of it probably in the temple of Odin, where he sleeps, his own house. Getting in is my main problem... my beauty has affected both gods and mortals alike in the past, but with that Sinthgunt herself, might prove another problem, a skilled and powerful healer... but what I heard from Fulla in the past, she's a powerful witch in her own rites. I have to take a chance and commence my actions.", "Fulla too is an expert healer, but also a prophet, thanks to my magics, I aged her to punish her for my own amusements."

Using her magics of the arcane forces, she whips up an teleportation spell, "Albeo Exorior!" she yells, her bright pink energy signature covered her in an sphere. Now she appears right behind her father's back, the war against Asgard itself has already begun, Heimdall has roared his horn, alerting the others of the invasion. "Shall we father?" Stella asks with a wide smile stretched on her face.

 The monolithic building had remained standing for years centaury’s and possibly more Laura could detect from the cold stole walls that surrounded her, that slid against her skin that she was somewhere more familiar than distant. As she remained against the edged walls she could hear a certain commotion behind them, she could smell the scents of the many….powerful individuals that lurked beyond those wooden double doors. She knew something was starting…yet with her superior hearing ability she did not have to be presently in the room to part take in the inhaling of the words that the Cajun was uttering. His tone was cocky, forward arrogant. He was going up against gods when he himself was a mere mortal…this was one David against a whole army of Goliaths, yet..she knew he stood a chance.

Gambler unlike many people could make true to his boasting. He might have been one single man on mere individual in a much larger game that he was bargaining for but…he had the people that retained the power necessary for him to complete any task. He had the assassins, the skill, he had the god like power of Final Arrow on his side…so why’d he need her? A smile of mischief curled upon her lips as she slowly wandered away from the large doors. Her hands slid against the icy railing that overlooked the large magnificent wooden doors that opened to the outside world. Two pillars she stood between and beyond beside pillars was the winding stair case that crossed one another ways that lead down to the marble floor below.

The tow large cylinder pillars supported the cold stone roof. Looking outward above the beautiful stain glass windows were visible as the suns bright rays shone through them lighting the fontal floor area that would be seen just as you’d enter through the doors. Placing both her hands on the balcony of the steps she rested them there a moment staring at the coloured glass pictures that appeared to be staring right back at her. She’s never been in a Cathedral since her first or previous encounter with her mother, or what she thought was her mother. Questions, secret and lies remained within these cold hearted walls and she was going to discover them all.

"Dis is Asgard, home of dee Norse Gods....among other things" instantly her ears feel upon Gamblers words as she knew he was divulging important information.  "And it is ripe for dee taking. Dee heroes of our World are weaker than ever and their attention is focused elsewhere which gives us a window of opportunity dat cannot be dismissed.” A sinister smile curled upon her lips as she could only imagine what was coming next, nevertheless she continued listening “We take Asgard and dee World will bow at our feet. Heroes and villains alike will have no choice but to fall under our control or risk our wraith, dee wraith of villains who destroyed dee Gods. Dat my friend is true power." Once again Gambler had chosen a seemingly unattainable task to complete though young Laura had no doubt in her mind that this shifty Cajun would complete his task.

But he was not over for the mere utterance of words was on the way "Heimdall must be taken out quickly before he has a chance to blow his horn and alert his fellow Gods….” That name was known to her. Despite her very logical and earth bound mind Laura quite enjoyed mythology..well that’s what it was called on her home planet. Egyptian, Asgardian even Greek she did not care. But diverting her mind back on track she heard him continued “Final Arrow has offered to lend his hand in opening up a portal in which we can cross over. We should end up far enough up the Rainbow bridge that we can rush Heimdall and take him by surprise, after that its an all out barrage on the Gods themselves. Burn em, burn em to the $#@!ing ground."

This all left Laura with a deep and thoughtful stare, as she just stared into the stain glass windows that surrounded her presence. Her gaze was somewhat lost as if in another world or time, as if in a dream itself…or was this the dream: She had forgotten. “Absolute power corrupts absolutely…yes…but what if it’s not absolute power what if it is something more than power…something else that could not possibly compare to the meekness that power grasped. Would it bring forth destruction or would it bring forth Order? This is what I shall witness with my own eyes…” a long paused followed as her pastel red lips remained sealed like the gates of hell itself.  

Though this silence dwindled like a small flame about to be blow out for instantly her eyes darted over to the large doors that opened from the room that Gambler and there rest had been seated in. The guard was about to speak as he approached her but she’d not allow it. Just as his mouth opened she raised her hand as in sync with the unleashing of her adamantium. As they shot straight up like lightening silver wielded in her hands. The man stopped as her emerald eyes looked him straight up and down before walking past him nodding for him to accompany her. They walked slowly toward the door where she had seen what she thought she had heard. A room full of power, of people with power and of people who wanted more power.

As she walked toward the door a flush of distort ran through her as she could feel one of Final Arrows portals opening. Taking in a deep breath she swiftly took her potion beside the Cajun without a single word, the only thing they possibly exchanged was common eye contact, but there was more to everything than what was seen. Instantly without the utterance of words swiftly the Cajun leaped toward the portal full confident and fully aware of what awaited beyond that blackness. Ignoring whosoever might have been present she commenced in an almost exact replica of leap into the Portal, and so the fun began.

Instantly bright light flooded her emerald eyes as she had to blink several times before managed to regain her vision. What she saw before her was a tall goliath like being, clad in robs and all tied with a leather belt. By the time she had regained all of her six senses it was too late, for the loud booming sound of the horn shattered her ear drums and caused her to let out a slight sigh of annoyance. As Laura stood there her feet planted into the ground all she did was look.

Secrecy had been extinguished and Laura knew now that a battle was ensured. Instantly like lightning itself Laura turned around and ran, not toward the battle but away from it. She managed to look back at Gambler a moment as she mouthed the words “I have a plan” whether or not he would be able to translate her movements was up to him. Eventually she stopped, she knew her smallness in stature would come to her advantage for she could simply be able to be over looked, nevertheless she needed to form this plan and put it into action before anything big happened. She hated leaving Gambler on his own, she despised it, she hated logic but logic stated that the Cajun would be fine, he had Final Arrow along with several other allies that would battle against him...and her? Well Laura would be commencing in her own actions to bring down this rein of gods and usher in a rein of a mortal believed to be a god.

Taking in a deep breath Laura outstretched her hand a moment utter silence entering her mind until she whispered those words “Gemini awake.” instantly as if a tornado had somehow appeared a strong gale surrounded her picking up the dust and sand retaining her with in the eye of it. The wind beat against her body but she remained standing, she could feel the sheer force and pressure as her feet slid but she instantly unleashed her single claws in each foot and stabbed them into the ground. Her locks of hair ravaged her body through the wind. Crossing her hands over her eyes she instantly saw a bright light that seemed to be coming from above. As her emerald eyes set gaze upon it she stared up for a moment as the blue ocean bean dimmed and the bright clear doubles edged blade of the immortal sword could be seen. And across the sword was writing that to this day she had failed to interpret. The hilt of the weapon was pure flashing silver, with a blue gem in the canter of it.

As the sword slowly lowered toward her the wind did not hesitate hurl around her causing her figure to be unseen. She was not sure if what was happening was really happening or a mere perception or if some how she had passed into a folded dimension itself. That’s the way it was with Gemini, some people were able to see this weapon and some were not depending on who they were. Eventually now dead straight in front of her was the weapon, the weapon that had been forged before time was given birth to. Taking in one final deep breath she outreached her hand to clasp the hilt. Instantly a bolt similar to that of lightning struck the blade of the sword as her flesh came in contact with it. Laura could feel a surge charging through her body, she ignored it.

The weight of the sword was too much as she soon used her other hand to support its power. Her legs slightly buckled for a moment and slowly but surely the wind died down.  Now On her knees she looked at the magnificent Weapon for a moment unsure of how to progress but she spoke “Gemini...I desire you aid”. Then something like a force instantly pushed he aside sending her back only to ram into a nearby tree and almost topple it over. The sword now lay several feet before her as Laura was left gasping for breath. “Why!?” an angered voice like that of a lions roar echoed in her mind, Gemini was the sword that this young girl had discovered on her very first mission with Wolf Pack. Since then it had evolved and so had she to discover that within the bonds of this mere weapon lurked the soul of a warrior of something powerful something beyond comprehension, something that for some reason had been trapped within this word either to strop if from breaking free or from reeking havoc on earth.

Slowly staggering to her feet the young Lycan took in a deep breath and replied “You are aware of this place...no doubt you are more familiar that most. I desire you aid for a mission..one that needs completion” Gemini knew what this mission of Laura’s was, and instantly she replied “No, I see no point in helping you...why should I what have you done to help me?” Biting her lower lip Laura approached the sword once more “Because I am not asking for me to posses you...I am asking for you to posses me...” Laura’s simple words trailed off followed by silence. Obviously she had gotten this warriors attention so she didn’t stop there “I’m giving you a chance to be on a body again Gemini…I am trusting you with my body, trust remember I don’t trust anybody but I am trusting you.”

In truth the young assassin didn’t know if she was doing this just to gain Gemini’s favour or meaning it yet despite all this she was betting big and commencing in a very risky gamble. Then she silence was broken as Gemini spoke once more “Fine…accepted…” instantly as she finished her words the sword swiftly moved just as Laura was about to grasp it. The blade pointed toward her and without able to do anything the sword impaled itself into her chest. Laura froze as blood coughed out of her mouth as she staggered backward as her eyes fell toward her chest. The blade had penetrated her chest and was cutting through the other side.

Blood fell to the floor as a pool began to form of her own blood. Falling to her knees in pain she clenched her chest trying to pull out the sword but it didn’t budge. But as the sword remained lodged with in her chest a burning sensation filled her entire body, taking in a deep breath she clenched the hilt tightly. One final breath and pull managed to vanquish the sword from her body, the blade fell across the floor as Laura used her hands to support herself. And like clockwork her eyes slowly faded from their emerald and soon to bright almost glowing blue. Slowly she got up from her situation as she staggered regaining her balance. Eventually standing on both feet she slowly walked toward the sword and picked it up. Tightening her grip on it her blue eyes flashed on it a moment as a smile formed on her face as she whispered “Thank you…”

Thankfully Talons healing factor was taking care of the damaged done by the sword. Slowly the young girl sheathed her weapon as she began walking toward a location, the location that would bring the Asgardians to their knees. As the time passed she instantly sensed a presence that overcame her in superiority. Then out of think air she appeared, he long golden locks blowing in the light wind as her emerald attire completed her body like a second skin. Her deep ocean eyes looked upon the girl with a devious smile as she said “So…they send a mere child after me..” a dark smile appeared on Talons lips as she removed the sword a moment, instantly the woman’s eyes grew in shock as she let out a sigh “Gemini…how…interesting….you look different..” the same mischief smile was on her face.

“So you think you can destroy the Golden Apples…I might not be the guardian but I am sure that companion and fellow goddess Idunn will not mind some assistance, for I can now allot you do destroy our gate to immortality..” And so it was revealed. Laura’s mission was this, she had heard about the legendary Golden apples of immortality guarded by the goddess Idunn. They were the source the Asgardians youthful figures and immortality, along with strength but knowing that if she was to encounter someone on her way she would need the power necessary to defeat them. And now Gemini was in control of her body, “Well then…its been a long time since I’ve fought in a body” she said staring eye to eye with this goddess. “This will be fun…Enchantress this will be fun…”

There is no way of describing Asgard in words known to man; its beauty surpasses anything the mind could imagine. A golden glow covered each building with warmth and the trees knew not the fearsome touch of hail nor wind. It was the very source of perfection in a dark world. The building never tired or lost their strength, the capital city of the nine worlds stood as the crowning jewel in the eyes of any Norse god, but one above all else loved his city with all his might. Balder the son of Odin and the half brother of Thor, lay against a single tree at the heart of the god’s home. On his back sat the wolf skin he had killed many years ago and to his side sat the silver helmet given to him by his brothers, chain mail covered the rest of his body with a sash of red across his waist, on his other side lay a long broad sword lay on his other side, lifting his hand he waited as an apple span lose from the branches and landed in his hand. It was a peaceful time in Asgard as it had been for many years, but something was in the air gentle standing up he placed his helmet on his head and took a bite from the ruby red apple, as his teeth broke the skin, the mighty god’s ears began to rumble before the sound of the horn even met his ears, Balder had his sword and was running faster then he ever had, the apple lay spinning on the ground where he had rested.

He felt numerous people around him as he moved towards the bridge, each Asgardian rallying to the call of arms. Who ever had attacked the peaceful world of Asgard must know that beneath that beauty lay the burning heart of a warrior. Every man and woman in his home knew how to fight and kill, each a warrior born to fight in the honor of their home. Balder broke free of the others and moved towards the horn his weapon at the ready he watched as Heimdall slipped passed another blow and moved for a strike of his own, but was blocked. Pulling up his own sword he went to strike at one of the invaders only to find himself clashing swords with a man who had appeared almost out of thin air. A mask covered his face hiding all his features apart form two brown eyes that now stared at the god, a small smile could almost be seen etching it’s way across the fabric of the black mask. The man moved with incredible speed forcing Blader’s own blade back and forcing a strike towards him, parrying the blow Balder looked at the man and stepped back, allowing both of them space. Balders eyes moved over the man looking for a sign of attack, but the man remained guarded his clothes stayed close to his body not allowing for any advantage of using them against him, he was dressed entirely in black, he had used the shadows to bide his time waiting for the chance to strike.

Balder wasted no more time and struck again towards the man, his eyes taking in every movement that his body made. The attackers body went moved with the blow, simply bending out of it’s way like water round a rock. As the blade narrowly missed the man he began his own attack, flipping over Balder and catching the end of the wolf cloak that he wore on his back and forcing his momentum to pull the god from his feet. Balder moved with the attack and landed on his feet in front of the man already striking at him and again the man’s movements where to fast for him to land the full strength of his attack. A single drop of blood stained the silver surface of his blade and the man hand went to his side for a brief moment, Balder allowed himself to smile, this was indeed a great battle. The man once again moved forward and Balder used the mans own movement to force his hand forward and aimed for his chest, Blader felt the touch of cold steel on his skin as the mans other hand was brought up a blade concealed in the plam of his hand glanced off the Bladers neck as he made contact with the mans chest sending him fly four feet away.

The man rolled over and let out a groan as he stood and looked at Balders neck, no mark was left on the god and Balder looked towards him and spoke “Now you see what you truly fight, I will not let you take Asgard and you can not hurt me with your weapons, this is over” the man eyes lit up with excitement “Balder right” he said in almost a mocking way “ That is my name warrior”. For a moment silence stood between them as the war carried on around them “I was hoping I would meet you, Is it ture that your death will bring forth Ragnarok and so Odin made you invulnerable to all forms of attack.” Balder look enraged it was as if the man was mocking him. “Don’t answer I guess that’s why your not bleeding out over the floor when I struck your neck.” Balder lifted his weapon and the man moved his hand towards his back reaching for another weapon “Mortal if you know my story so well you know, that no weapon you process will ever harm me.” The man smiled “That’s the problem with you gods, always underestimating those around you, looking down upon us.” The mans hand moved forward to reveal a small wooden blade carved sharp as a knife. Balders eyes seemed to open for the first moment during their battle, “Tis can not be”. “It is amazing what you can find out if you read the right books god, this is made of mistletoe wood, and you know that it can kill you. My name is Little Sparrow and your about to make me a legend.”

Weeks have past since the founding member of the Exanimare has returned to the present time and space, though some things have changed. Traveling through time and space effects the reality your traveling to. Voidheart gave the brothers Triumvirate a special mission to bring something from the future into the past where Corvus was so that he had a Fixpoint, something that would allow him to be stabilized. Little did he realize that the place he sent the brothers was altered by the teleportation itself, so the variable was consistantly changing, and with the placement of the object that was supposed to serve as a fixpoint, he elimated the reality he found himself in the future. Corvus was back in his young body, in the same timeline he was before the great war started, and yet, some minor things were different.  But he couldn't gamble, he knew what paths the future in the other reality took, so he needed to make certain measurements to prevent those things from happening again without effecting the future timeline to majorly. 
 
In order to prevent Corvus' failure to protect his own grounds against a potential threat like Final Arrow was to him in the previous reality he traveled to China to find the rumoured city of Shangri-La. There he would be able to use the rest of what he had on magical abilities to the extent of where his mind wouldn't limit him anymore. Training the body, mind and forming the soul. "All who find Shangri-La, are welcomed there. As only those who find Shangri-La, are meant to find it.". Voidheart didn't enter the city with any destructive intentions so he was granted entrance. Following the inhabitants way of life Corvus slowly found to himself again through timid meditation, various different martial arts mostly consisting of Wushu, Mantis Kung-Fu and Shotokan Karate. The training gave him the ability to let him focus his the semi-psionic magical abilities to the extent of where he can consistantly form a non-visible dome around him that allows him to read /- feel the movements of anything penetrating it as if it were a second kind of skin in a 9 foot radius.

After leaving Shangri-La with complete and utter clarity of the mind, control of his body and strength of the soul, Corvus wanted to perfect his Immortality through a form of genetic experiments. DNA transplantation, fusion of the cells bone transplantation and cloning.  In the end he ended with two animals,  the muscular and vicious Shark, and the agile and venomous snake. Though only one of these species were able to comply with his body since the other cells wouldn't adapt with the opposing species as they would with the human body. Voidheart had to make the decision, and chose the snake. Albeit that the Shark may be strong have regenerative teeth, a fine electro magnetic sense, and is immune against various diseases such as cancer, Corvus already possessed most of these traits just in different forms. His psionic dome replaced the electro magnetic sense and his immortality through the DNA transplantation and consistant regeneration nullified the other features. Transmorphing the snake's DNA with Corvus' human body resulted in a sort of skin pigment disorder, making him a non-conventional "Albino". He also adapted the reproduction of venomous poison and can exert it from his skin, the former scar he had on his eye also rejuvanated with the rest of his newly formed body. 
 
Another week past since he successfully bonded with the snake DNA. the cleaning lady was still not used to the biological adaption Corvus had went through, she either looks on the floor or stares at him when he isn't looking (which he notices through the psionic field, but doesn't care). His new found animalistic instincs are very severe, and also help him to reform his biological structure. To an extent he has also become ectothermal ("Cold-Blooded"). The awareness, the instincs, and the physical condition combined, he was a ultimate species all by his own. Later that day he was handed a letter, more of a handwritten scroll. It was a invitation to the battle against Asgard from non other then Gambler. 
 
"Things clearly have changed in this reality...I need to adapt to the situation so no one realizes what went on and i don't alter reality again"
 
He accepted the invitation for one, since he needed to play by the rules and don't wake any attention and two, it was the ultimate test for his newly gained abilities. The team had been informed through the com link and given a short briefing of the situation. The "official" mission for them is going to be to steal the Asgardian god's of their "immortality", and if they chose, even to gain it for themselves. The key to that success is the tree that spawns the Golden apples, Yggdrasil. Eating an apple preserves the Asgardians from decay. If the team member's could maybe fell Yggdrasil or corrupt it, they could find the key to asgardian godhood. 
 
"Off to Asgard... Let's harvest us some apples!"

Months had passed since Joseph’s tragic set of events that had occurred since Joseph’s slaughter of his apache reservation at the hands of himself. He had started to begin coping with the voice in his head that spoke to him he had started to grow with it, he’d become more mad as minutes and hours passed by day by day, visions of slaughter fill through his head, and the craziest thing was that he seemed to enjoy it, the thought of it sent shivers through his spine. But he could never very much put into words how he felt due to his vow of silence after the slaughter of people, to pass the time Joseph had done work as a freelance mercenary throughout the country making hits for crime bosses and coming out relatively unharmed during those events, he’d never met his match and he usually thought the luck came from his unmatched Apache physiology and training, the Apache are very proud of who they are. But Joseph wasn’t proud of what he did though he could now cope with the voice.

But for now he finds himself at the foot of a building about to make a hit for a mafia don in New Jersey over blood money, the voice whispered in his head “make this fun and I’ll be soon to reward you, bathe in the blood of your foes and your wildest dreams can be made possible.” Joseph wanted it he didn’t know what he wanted from the voice or whoever was behind it all. So like the apache he was he took a quick view of the building looking at the lousy hired muscle that took post on the outside of the building he could count two guarding the door, dressed in casual gangster attire. A suit with some sunglasses but at night, they where obviously packing heat and he could feel it reaching into his gear he grabbed two of his tomahawks and looks at them from across the street, they have no clue who Joseph is or the terrible things he’s going to do them when he’s finished with them.

So from across the street he stared at the edges of the blades as he took cover behind an old crappy vehicle thinking to himself he could only feel as if this was too easy and wished himself luck and for a successful hit he threw them both at the same time, each had landed as he saw streams of blood leak from the heads of his now dead opponents he walked slowly to them looking at the now too deep to fix gashes in their faces forcing the tips of his fingers into their throats from the skull takes the blood of one of them and rubs it across his eyes, he was going to finish it quick and could feel the blood giving him some kind of rush unfamiliar to him he felt like he could achieve anything right now, he picked up his tomahawks and cleaned up the skull fragment and brains off them. Now is the time to strike, kicking open the door and attacking right off the bat as he leaped into the air dodging the almost worthy accuracy his foes had and dancing around the bullets like a madman until he had got close he took a tomahawk and slashed one of the men in the stomach and watched his small intestine fall out as he used him as a meatbag shield to deflect the gunfire just for the pure fun of it than took the 38 caliber pistol from the mans ankle and began to fire bullets as if he was an ol western shooter, his accuracy would have put any of the legends to shame. He could hear cries and moans and the voice telling him how good of a job he had done, and that also he had a gift for him after the job was finished.

He sent a picture of the now decapitated rival boss through an untracked phone to the Mob Don who told him the money would be wired to his account; he had left the scene in casual attire and walked after paying for a motel room to spend some time. He mentally asked the voice what it is he had done for him and it told him “I’ve got you a spot on a roster full of skilled people much like you, and has been around since nearly the dawn of time.” He asked “what does this do for me?” The voice said “the leader has much knowledge to give, he can be a worthy adversary to us just make his acquaintance and follow the orders he gives you, and I can let you know who I am and truly reveal myself.”

He made it to the manor sometime later that was revealed to him by the voice and where the meeting had taken place he had kept himself loaded as if anything where going to happen to him; he’d be prepared for anything he kept the holsters on his ribs in check with revolvers and his smoke grenades and tomahawks on his waist. As he made it into the conference room, he saw many clad figures and a man walked out a very skilled one who had worked hard for the respect he gathered over the years.  He felt tense as he saw the lights dim as hand signals he was unfamiliar with thrown..all he could do was wait.

a holographic touch screen that quickly expanded out the length of the table displaying a floating image of the mystical realm of Asgard. Flashing a slight and ever arrogant grin the Living Legend began. "Dis is Asgard, home of dee Norse Gods....among other things" he paused, waving his hands around orchestrating the image "And it is ripe for dee taking. heroes of our World are weaker then ever and their attention is focused elsewhere which gives us a window of opportunity dat cannot be dismissed. We take Asgard and dee World will bow at our feet. Heroes and villains alike will have no choice but to fall under our control or risk our wraith, dee wraith of villains who destroyed dee Gods. Dat my friend is true power." "Heimdall must be taken out quickly before he has a chance to blow his horn and alert his fellow Gods. Final Arrow has offered to lend his hand in opening up a portal in which we can cross over. We should end up far enough up the Rainbow bridge that we can rush Heimdall and take him by surprise, after that its an all out barrage on the Gods themselves. Burn em, burn em to the $#@!ing ground " 

This objective was all to familiar to him it had been what had happened months ago, all over again the thing that made him what he is today in exact repeat a sign of emotional tension raced through his head but he had no longer cared, he couldn’t live in the past anymore he needed to live for today and the spoils life could give him. He watched as a man holding a cane opened what seemed to be a portal in the middle of the room, he grabbed onto his twin tomahawks and ran in with the speed of the horses he had raised as a child, the second one to get in following the man that had gone by Gambler what goes on for now would be Josephs choice, but blood will fall on the roads and walls of Asgard, and one thing is definitely for sure..it won’t be Joseph codename Darkstar’s he had no fear of dying or thought of surrender.

 The wind was chilling; at this point and time she couldn’t figure out what was colder her heart or the air around her. The opulent suite was only a microcosm of what she actually wanted; world domination was nothing and too far sided. There was something in her stomach that had been planted for years, slowly growing, being fertilized by hatred and being lit by despair. It only took the smallest turn of events in her favor to unleash this “hell seed”, which finally sprouted into a horrible idea. Zing could feel the cold radiance coming off of her partner; it was such an foreign feeling. “Ziccarra…Zariah will be fine, no need to worry.”

“I’m not at all worried about Zariah; think about what we have right now, Gambler, Void heart, Arrow are all invading Asgard right now; ICE is nonexistent and Kurrent with his misguided sense of self-righteousness will follow them right to the gates of Asgard” Sha continued looking out at the Hectic city, clearing her throat before she continued. “My question to you Zing; With all the major factions and organizations defending Asgard, who is guarding this planet?”.

Sha finally turned to Y to get her reaction; she gave off the same cold feeling as always. “So what do you want to conquer more lands?”. Y responded with looking visibly Impassive at the proposal. “No Y, we don’t conquer…we simply kill…Starting on the West Coast and March towards Washington, no one lives, Men, Children and Woman”. Y was unresponsive; Sha finally figured she had devised something that not even Y was able to do; however she quickly helped. “We Should Spare Babies, so that we may start anew here on earth”. Y was prompt with her response as Sha figured she would be. “When do you want to begin this?” Y asked eager to start.

“WE aren’t going to do anything, Those Clones we created, will lead the army, it’s time they put their shape shifting powers to use; have them turn into Various Earth Hero’s and commence with the purge.” Y nodded and then left the room, Sha stood with her hands behind her back, with a twisted smile on her face and a tear drop coming from her eye. Moving back into her suite, she began spraying herself with Bountiful Perfumes, and coming her long hair.

Placing on a black, Lycra suit, a pair of black sunglasses, black leather boots and her sword, she exited the suite. “Zariah, dear you’ve done a great job but I’m on my way, where is the entrance to Asgard?” She waited to hear back from her “Daughter” as she descended the floors in the suite. When she reached the outside, an all black Maybach sat waiting for her with a driver waiting to take her to her nearest destination.

“We accessed it through a portal That Arrow used, I’m….” The link was broken, as Sha could hear the clanging of swords and grunts of many men. “I’m sure it’s still there”. Sha nodded her head, and then turned to her driver take me to the airport. The huge Majestic yet subtle car pulled away from the hotel en route to the airport. Meanwhile Y, had the “Clone” Army ready to commence attack; Sha let the window down to smell the earth; the flutter of leaves and pollution hit her nose; she quickly retracted herself and then messaged back to Y. “Get rid of them”

Loners Night Club

Ireland - Day THREE of the Siege

Loki the God of Mischief stood next too Clutch,towering over the ninja. Slowly he lifted his finger and it began to illuminate the dark cavern they were in, their faces could be seen through random flashes of a green light. The light began to float as if it was a living celestial body floating into empty dark space, but no, this was not a simple planet. The Norse Trickster smiled at Clutch as the glowing sphere came to a halt and floated towards the open palm of the Supreme Shinobi, its form resembling a smooth green gem. 
 
"The Soul Gem,an infinite weapon of many powers...it is yours. I have no use for such a tool. I've used it before."
 
Clutch gently snatched the gem from its levitating position and as it made contact with him it sent a wave of euphoric visions through his system,then the visions were followed by screaming souls that seemed to be trapped in the Gem. After focusing his chi and controlling the gems energies he looked to Loki  straight into the eyes. Loki continued his sermon of swindles...
 
"Now. You may do what you want with this Soul Gem,but you must fight at Asgard. You must select the agent of combats to side with.Which side mortal,hmmm? The Gods who are unsuspecting but fully battle tested? The Man who is kin to you,but also killed your father? or will you find an agenda of your own?" of course,he smiled and continued on. "This gem,this raw cosmic power is not a toy,it is a weapon of death. With its energies perhaps you may be able to resurrect lost legacies...." 
 
 In a burst of flames and dark magic haze Loki vanished into thin air,leaving Clutch in total darkness with only the glowing green Soul Gem pulsating in the clenched fist of  the Prodigy....Its light escaping from the small gaps in Clutch's fist,beating...waiting to be awakened....
 

Mt.Fuji Japan. Akira Yamato' Burial Site

 The reverberating sounds of metal on metal resonated throughout Asgard as the Order of Sancta Camisia, and those who had aligned themselves with the illustrious group of assassins, continued their onslaught. Wave upon wave crashed against the valiant and legendary Asgardian Gods as they stood strong determined to defend their home to the last breath. It was a classical match-up of raw power and will against speed, agility, and tactical prowess. For although the Gods wielded unimaginable powers, the Order had been comprised of the greatest killers and death dealers the World had to offer. Able to read a persons body language so intuitively that their muscle memory allowed them to react at an unprecedented level of anticipation. Some even hosting genetic mutations that granted them their own special abilities and powers making them a match for any God.

Heimdall continued to wreak any and all comers as the Rainbow bridge flooded with members of the Noir Grenouille, elite guardsmen of the OsC. His mighty broadsword cutting men in half as his crimson stained faced raged with bloodlust. After picking himself up Gambler gathered his composure as the cocky words of his adoptive daughter caught his attention. "Shall we father?" Without turning back to reply the arrogant Cajun simply smiled before sprinting towards the mammoth guardian. As he closed the gap his running style continually alternated between Last Arrow, Sparda, and Akira Overdrive, while Charmix instinctively waved her hand releasing a small spectacle of swirling lights casting a small spell that would hopefully give her father an advantage. As before Heimdall's senses alerted him to the incoming danger, but this time thanks to Charmix's spell as the Asgardian moved to raise his monstrous blade, the weight had been increased to such a degree that it caused a brief hesitation allowing the King of Kings to baseball slide past the giant. Simultaneously reaching up and grabbing the mythical horn as it dangled from Heimdall's waste.

With the speed of a black mamba the Cajun twirled his body up to his feet catching Heimdall by surprise before filling his lungs with every ounce of air he could, then blasting the horn straight into the Asgardian's ear instantly shattering his ear drums as well as destroying his equilibrium. Roaring out in pain Heimdall dropped to one knee clutching the side of his head in agony while the un-remorseful assassin  stood over him. "Kill him" he smirked nonchalantly before turning his back, avoiding the scene of the Noir Grenouille relentlessly plunging their blades into the flesh of the helpless God.

Now that Heimdall had fallen the flood gates had been opened. Already small pockets of villains had slipped deep into the heart of Asgard, but now there was no stopping the rest of the campaign from joining their fellow attackers. Gambler could taste the victory already, but he knew in order to kill the upper echelon, or even Odin himself, he would need a weapon. A weapon forged by the Gods to kill a God. Methodically and snake like the Cajun weaved in and out of the battles and between buildings searching out the one structure that would grant him unfathomable rewards. According to the Prose Edda, a mythical book written in 1220 by an Icelandic scholar, Asgard had an armory, a cache a weapons so vast, so amazing in its grandeur that mere words did not do it justice. But Gambler was not after the armory. No, he was after the creature who had crated them. A blind blacksmith who specialized in bladed weapons yet held no godly powers of his own. And as Gambler pulled back the calf skin flap of a nearby hut, his ruby red eyes momentary lit up. "My name is Jean Luc LeBeau, and you are going to make me dee greatest blade ever touched by mortal hands" he said pressing his own blade to the blacksmith's throat.

GB's day:La Galleria de Mushu.

Silverland:

 Stella stood alongside her father, faithfully as she would clutch to her old dolls. Still as an manikin she awaits for the action to played forth and her time to throw some action down, with that in mind she felt the psychic rush in her thoughts as her father sprinted his way to the gate keeper god Heimdall. Acting instantly quick, Stella immediately waved her left hand, colorful spectacles of swirling light shows became visible to the naked eye, she utters a silent spell against the god that stood in her father's way. Before the god's senses could alert him of his incoming danger, the spell casted by the Mistress of Magic changed the density level of his mighty sword, causing the weight of the blade to increased dramatically. A brief hesitation was thought, "Sorceress!" he hissed, with the momentary spell in play, her father skills allowed him to slide in a baseball base slide position, snatching the horn of the great gate keeper waist.

Casting a series of defensive spell for her father just in case, to be a step ahead, might had the god retaliate to an deathly attack. The way her father's body moved and flow was similar to the poisonous black mamba, catching Heimdall by surprise. With an voice enhancing spell, she amplifies daddy's voice. Filling his lungs with every once of air he absorbs, then he unleashes the stored sound into the horn. Straight into the ear of Heimdall, a smile stretch across Stella's face as she can fill the agony filling his mind. The god falls into his kneed clutching to his head, screaming in pain. The god of gates bowed before the Princess of Arcane, with a command by her father, "Kill him." he ordered, covering her eyes of the splashing blood by the god. She stops the assassin that has slain Heimdall, bending on her two legs, she drains the remaining magical energies that resides in Heimdall, "Thank you." she spoke, voice of a school girl, yet her heart as black as Hela herself.

With the fallen god, the gates to Asgard opens. Small teams of villain enters the kingdom, before she step forth the magnifienct place she ever so dreamed of, she felt a psychic pain being shot at her, touching her forehead she confirms to her father that Angelique is being held and torture by the Wolf Pack members, "Father.... I can feel Angelique calling to my aid, she's being held by the Hunter! What are we going to do now?" a word hadn't slip from her father mouth, Stella continue to focus on the psychic link to her sister. "A member of Wold Pack who possesses formidable magical powers is blocking me from getting to her location." she spoke.

Breaking the link to her sister, she walks through the gates. Stella looks at the grand temple, the structure is stainless as gold. There it would lie Odin, and the source of Asgardian's magic. She smiled as dreamt onwards, mumbling of the great things she would achieve if she gain the magics. The mana is intensified on Asgard, magic flows freely, probably due to the World Tree. "So much magical energy at work, it's fascinating!" she spoke, using her ability to view the world as energy and thermal energy, she see's the magic at work. Energy streaming through every individual, strong mana leaking from the body of the gods and goddesses. "Excellent." she smirk.

Before she press on into the temple of Odin, she grants the Noir Grenouille workers of her father, magical attributes, giving them some strength and durability, enough to fight the gods over a period of time. With the wild magic, her magic is greatly increased to extreme levels. She gritted her teeth, while raising her arm high into the air, summoning a storm towards Asgard. "A little elemental spell should do some damage as I wait for the puppies to come.". Lightning strikes the houses of the inhabitants, as their husband and children fight for survival of the siege. She closed her eyes, protected in a mystical force field. Tapping her black heels on the ground.

Her costume consisted that of a battle witch, ankle boots with three spikes on her ankle from the boots on both legs, her provocative costume a string making a star connecting her bra and cape into place, with some lining of strings once again connecting to her bikini. Pentagram jewelery dangled on her left side of her, with long opera gloves. Black in color with golden decorations and trimmings. With a masquerade mask theme to conceal her true identity. Added with her own beauty surely both gods and mortal alike would instantly be bliss by her beauty.

She continues to wait while she summons a challenge to the Wolf Pack sorceress, Sylver. "I know you can hear me, come down and play if your aren't scared." she taunted. All this emotion building in her was in revenge for what they had done to her sister. "Big sister this is for you." Stella awaits for the hybrid human elf to bestow her presence in mystical combat against the Mistress of Magic herself.

 Sha switched back and forth, with her cloak spitting erratically behind her neck, her adept Ninjan Instincts could pick up the reality shattering battle ensuing on the other side of reality. She walked the halls of the Cathedral various servants to the order, seemed startled by her presence. “Ma’am, your late the others have already gone on their excursion”. She walked right past him not feeling like explaining herself to anyone; she knew she would have a lot of that later. “Zariah, I’m on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Asgard, Serve as my protection”. She opened the door to where the meeting had originally taken place, and saw the portal leading into Asgard. “Yes Mother” Zariah responded, finally Sha entered the portal and began trekking across the prism.

The damage to the kingdom was already visible, Sha’s mind began to instantly flash back to the day Ninjeta was invaded, a tiny feeling of remorse came over Sha; as the Asgardians did nothing to her, but this feeling didn’t stop her from unsheathing her blade. As she converged on the frontlines her intercom was intercepted by her mother. “Ziccarra, where are you?” She didn’t answer at first; she only shifted her breathing to allow her mother to know she was at least listening.

“I’m not sure what has gotten in to you lately, but you’re quickly making yourself an enemy to LOVE, I’m pretty sure Jean see’s it that way as well”. Sha smirked while blocking a strike from and Asgardian’ weapon but then found her unceremoniously kicked into the side of a building. “Mother did you call me to berate me with your Menopause or did you have a valid reason for messaging me.” She could hear the hesitation in her mother voice. “Fine Ziccarra, keeping fishing, but when you snag a shark, remember I offered you a chance off that raft.” Sha closed the link and returned to the task at hand; the huge mammoth of a man was drapped in armor. Without her powers she was no match for him, he pointed the tip of his sword directly at her, and fired a blue form of energy, she braced herself to take the hit; however the blue energy hit what appeared to be an invisible wall after initial impact the energy disappeared into nothingness. “Good job Zariah…” Sha said looking up from her own forearm.

“OF what Magic is this!?” the Man said with his voice booming around looking for the sources of the “Magic”. Using this lapse in action as a go, Sha quickly legged swept him and straddled his huge body. She had him lying on his back, while she sat on his stomach trying to remove his head from his shoulders, but without her Ninjan Powers she was just as weak as a human. “This weak thing is a mess.” Using the palm of his hands, he pushed Sha back to the start of the bridge. She body tumbled down the road, before coming to a rolling stop.

“Mother stay back” Zarah made herself tangible, and killed the being with her ice sword. She glanced at Zariah, with a look of gratitude, but it quickly shifted to the smug look she had adopted over the recent months. Sha stood at the gate, and just blindly waited at the entrance. “Mom aren’t you going to join the battle?” Zariah asked wondering why Sha had halted.

“No; go help but stay close Momma needs a new FUR coat”

Soul World

Gates of Asgard

Asgard - Near Alfheim

 The Silence was shattered the war had begun and the objective remained the same. Gemini now in possession of Talon’s body stood there unmoving and silence as if she was still within the bonds of the weapon. Laura’s control was gone and now all that remained was Gemini. In truth this slightly annoyed the eternal warrior that she was only called upon in this child’s tome of need. But in truth she would accept whatever freedom the girl offered. Her hands dashed for the sword as she clashed the hilt tighter than ever. Its blue blade shone in the brightness of days and in the darkness of the night as she held it out toward her opponent. Gemini was slightly dazzled by this Asgardian Goddesses beauty for much had changed since their first encounter. Though Gemini was not immune to woman’s ways of seduction she was pretty sure she could handle it.

Enchantress her blond locks of hair blowing illustriously in the soothing wind stood there like a statue though a devious smile remained on her blood red lips. Gemini pushed aside all doubt and fear as she swiftly like the blowing wind ran without noise without sound. With the unpredictability of lightning she charged. Then several feet away from the towering beauty she came to a dead halt before springing herself hoping to commence an arch over the woman and send the hilt of her sword to her neck. But alas this dormant warrior had not fought for what seemed like centuries and in practice she was largely lacking. As her feet merely left the ground instantly a blot of some type of magical force hounded her body shooting her entirely off coerce and into the ground.

Not use to a mortal body Gemini groaned slightly observing as her cuts healed no doubt due to Laura’s healing ability. “My the gods…” she whispered to herself as she staggered to regain her balance but not even five seconds passed before she was pillaged down again as a blot hit her head on forcing her back even further. Though this time she happened to remain on her feet, and raised her sword vertically across her body. As she did this the instant force of another bolt hit the blade this time she managed to with stand the force and remains in once place. Her eyes finally laid upon the Enchantress her hands glowing brightly as she prepared another strike. “You’re weak Gemini, just like you were before.” Instead of fully unleashing more torment upon the young warrior’s body she charged toward the girl pushing her up against a wall that she had formed. Clasping her throat she looked into her eyes a moment shaking her head “If I wanted I could kill you now…nothing’s stopping me.”

Anger ignited in the mine of Gemini as she used her hand which was still clutching the sword and sliced it against the Enchantress’s wrist. She retracted her grip on Gemin’s throat like a viper pulling its teeth out of its preys neck. She could almost hear the hiss. Landing on her feet the wall faded as she now stood in an attack position. She had no hope in defeating this goddess despite whatever powers she had Laura had not used any if not enough for a long enough period for them even to work. She needed to thaw these powers out and at this moment she didn’t have the time. Laura’s black locks currently midnight blue slung over her face as the warrior clenched her teeth. “Good bye Gemini.” The Enchantress said showing her pearly white teeth before forming a large reddish ball of what seemed to be fire in her hand. Gemini would have ran but then the ground surrounding her fell revealing what appeared to be a bottomless pit. The eternal warrior was trapped.

Despite this she stood her ground keeping her eye on the ball of fire that would any second consume both her and Laura’s life and end it swiftly. She ran out of options she didn’t have much choice. Both of her hands grasped the sword as she held it before her the double edged blade pointing toward what was beyond the heavens as her eyes slowly shut. She began whispering to herself words, words that to all whom might have heard meant nothing but to her it meant life and death itself. “Gemini” shouting her own name was odd for her but she remember that no matter what situation Laura found herself in all the young lass had to do was merely say that word and somehow some way for an unexplained reason she would gain the aids of the gods and the powers of protection.

A ball of fire consumed the girl’s position as dirt and ash destroyed the sight. Enchantress expected to see a corpse or better charred remains sadly life was never the fair. As the rubble settle one thing could be seen. The bright blue glowing of a blade that was held now by an armoured maiden than a rag clothed doll. Her now silver locks of hair covered her face as if a cloud. Her eyes remained their bright blue yet something more sinister than before. Her armour was basking in the sunlight its silver texture causing it hard for anything to look upon her without squinting. “I’ve always been horrible at good bye…”

With that the battle became even, nevertheless Gemini lacked the power but she had gained the skill and knowledge along with the protection to stand a chance against this woman. Enchantress continued to battle avoiding hand to hand engagement and used her abilities to throw more balls of fire, ice whatever her magical abilities could muster at the young silver clad maiden. Gemini did not retaliate for all she used was the simple reflection of the sword like a mirror to aim her opponent’s attacks back toward her opponent. And this continued Gemini would dodge the attack and sometimes reflect them but the Enchantress would always absorb them. Both knew this game of cat and mouse would have to end, so the Asgardian Goddess would be the first to make a notion toward the end.

Using one of her many spells the woman teleported behind Gemini and just as the girl would have strike she grabbed the child’s wrist and soared high into the sky with her.  Forming a brick wall out of clouds she pushed Gemini’s back against with a gleaming smile of mischief. Instead of finishing her off or causing her some type of pain. She only ensured that Gemini would be unable to escape. Her seductive blue eyes stared into Gemini’s which were filled with determination and anger as she continued to clasp her sword even though she could not move her hand. Talon also was present, in truth within the wall so her mind she had endured watching the whole battle unable to take part unable to help. But she knew the look in the Enchantresses eyes, she knew what was coming and only she would be able to withstand the temptation of a god, or better the seduction.

Slowly the woman slid her hands across Gemini’s cheek a moment her eyes staring dead into the girls. Their bodies were close now, with in a breaths distance. Gemini remained there like a petrified deer staring into the head lights of a oncoming car. She could feel the headed breath of the Asgardian goddess upon her face as slowly but surely she began to lightly drop her guard. The Enchantress’ hand slowly moved down the young warriors arm slid ever so lightly until it reached her hand which was still clasping the sword. Rubbing her hands against the young maidens Gemini’s grip began to loosen on the weapon. “That’s it…” Enchantress whispered soothingly as she placed her lips on the girls’ forehead as Gemini’s blue eyes closed ready to let go of the blade entirely.

“No…” a glimmer of hope appeared as those same blue eyes that had shut opened yet instead of the sea it had returned to its former lush green of the farm fields. Instantly she retightened her grip of the sword looking into the seductive eyes of the Enchantress while a sinister smile curled upon the young Lycan Princesses lips “I use to play these games Enchantress….and I always won.” With that grasping the hilt of Gemini the sword she thrust it with all her might screaming in pain as she did into the abdomen of The Enchantress herself. The blue eyes of the bewildering Witch grew as she gasped out of shock. Both of them were still miles in the air but Laura keep pushing the sword deeper and deeper in groaning as she did for the moment the blade pierced the skin of this Asgardian goddess instant pain filled Laura’s body…but not just her body her soul.

Then slowly the skies grew dark as the balance in the air faded and both bodies began falling toward the ground. With the little strength with in Laura’s body she pulled the sword away it was drenched with the blood of her opponent and so was her shirt. The armour that once was clad upon her body had now faded and her hair returned to its normal midnight colour. Frantically falling and knowing that the ground was approaching swiftly and she had currently no way for a safe landed she diverted her eyes toward the sword. “Gemini I beg thee to beckon itself once more as I vanish the powers of evil, please….rescue me from y impending doom.” Nothing appeared to happen for seconds on end which was like minuets to the young Lycan warrior.

But eventually something did happen. The blood that stained the sword began to glow its crimson red along with the blood in Laura’s shirt as it began to seep in through her skin. A burning sensation filled her boy as instantly she was consumed in light and disappeared. Within a bolt of lightning Laura was instantly teleported via the bolt to the ground within seconds…no less than seconds. Moment latter the large body of the Enchantress fell cracking the ground near it and causing it to shudder like an earth quake. For a second Laura didn’t know what happened. Her eyes looked at the fallen god before her as they grew in shock. She didn’t bother getting to her feet for she knew she’d only faint out of astonishment.

“I…Enchantress…” the body of the woman remained unmoved as blood stained her attire. Nevertheless Laura staggered to her feet her eyes constantly remained upon the fallen goddess’s body. “I…Gemini…we…we did it?” there was a hint of confusion in her voice and unbelief as she was still trying to gather her thoughts and composure. She would have dwelt more upon this matter and upon the fact that she withstood temptation and seduction from a woman but she knew time was fleeing swiftly. “I…was almost seduced by a woman…” she whispered to herself slightly confused a moment before pushing the thought aside. She could already detect the presence of more people, some she knew others she wished she had not. Running now she headed toward the Orchid that lodged the Golden Apples the apples that were her main priority she didn’t know how she was going to rid then for she knew Gambler would not desire their destruction. Somehow some way she would have to teleport them. But she knew. Nevertheless she knew that she could not have been the only one after these Golden objects of fruitfulness. She excepted more resistance and like hell she was going to get more.

 Surrounded on all sides, a mysterious hooded assassin stood defiantly against overwhelming odds amongst a pile of dead bodies. Her jade colored eyes permanently fixated on the ground barely visible through the silk hooded attire she adorned. A small stretch of fabric covered the lower portion of her face while an unknown metallic exoskeleton served as her body armor. Clutched tightly in her grasp the last remanence of a once legendary order of swordsmen who's natural lifespan had allowed them to unlock the riddle of steel, passing it on from generation to generation until the cycle had been broken and the order wiped out. Now all that remained was the fem fatale and the sheathed weapon secured in her grip.

The sight of their fallen brethren caused hesitation within the circling mob, cautious to a fault, their muscles tightening in anticipation. Yet the Crimson Viper did nothing but stand silently. Each individual heartbeat of her battle tested foes streamed through her mind like a video on repeat, each possible move, every possible angle, were being played out in her subconsciousness at an instantaneous rate of speed. The information systematically traveling through her muscles, imprinting a series of complex code within the very fibers. Her combat knowledge operating on a level vastly superior to most, if not all, living martial artists. The fact that her legacy had remained hidden from the historical records rendered her a virtual unknown to all but one man. A man she had trained since birth from the shadows, taking on the role of mentor as well as adoptive mother. A man she had pledged her loyalty, life, and knowledge to. Gambler.

All at once the collective charged with a verity of techniques and specialized weapons, demonstrating complete mastery of combat. Their unwavering fortitude granting them an unbreakable spirit the likes of which mortal man could never understand. In an instant everything was reduced to slow motion as the first of many strikes cut recklessly through the air. Rotating slightly on the ball of her heal, the Last Arashikage gracefully parried to the side allowing a mammoth axe to embed itself into the dusty ground. Simultaneously using her right thumb to slightly unsheathe her blade while driving the four fingers on her left into the brachial plexus nerves of an attacking Asgardian. A surgical strike that would have crippled a normal man but was simply shrugged off by the God, who without hesitation brought his mighty broadsword downward attempting to split the assassin in two. But instead sliced deep into the collarbone of his own man when the illusive beauty performed a modified pirouette.

Even for a God her speed was to much to contend with as she stylishly spun, twirled, and flipped, in and out of each strike with a brazen arrogance reminiscent of the Cajun himself. She enjoyed making a mockery of her foes and strummed the prideful strings of their emotions to perfection. However there was a bigger prize to be had, long drawn out battles would only serve to undermine the overall goal. With that in mind, the assassin stepped backwards while ducking under an attack from behind at the same time grabbing a dagger from her opponents belt. Almost faster then the human eye could follow, the Last Arashikage cut down her opponents with surgical like precision using one of their own weapons to do it. Their blood spritzed across the nearby walls.

Elsewhere, the King of Kings stood in eager anticipation as the Asgardian blacksmith put the finishing touches on his blade. But the moment was interrupted by a voice from the past, "Jean, it is time."  . Gambler already knew who it was without turning to see, choosing instead to keep his back turned attempting to agitate the young assassin known as Clutch, only son to the fallen Akira Overdrive. "No, my dear boy. I dont think its dat time just yet" he replied with a hidden smirk. The intensity was physically present as the two blood relations stood statuesque, locked in a moment in time. The heightened atmosphere reached a fever pitch before the silence was broken by the distinctive sound of unsheathed metal. With her blade tucked up underneath her arm, running vertically up her back, the Crimson Viper nonchalantly spoke, "The only reason you've lived this long is because of who your mother is, the blood that binds you and Gambler together. But I tell you here and now, boy, one more step and all bets are off."

Ancient Samurai practiced honor with the sword and swift revenge on those who had wrongfully crossed them or thier Daimyo, the sky and  river ran red with blood from epic sword battles amongst the best of warriors. For years the Legacy of Senka has accumulated ancient scrolls on ancient war styles and past forgotten fighting disciplines, they have created a great library with thousands of rice paper doctrines for future Sons. Years and years,the ninja Clutch stayed in solitude;Held up in the 36 Chamber,studying and absorbing the martial art equivalent to Mozart sheet music. It was all leading up to this moment when Clutch faced his greatest foe and rival, a conflict that had been built on death and family. Indeed the Ghostface Killer was ready to clash with those who he opposed....
 
Dressed in a crimson armor and silk garb,the deadly snake of a woman entered the room to keep Clutch from advancing towards his kin,Gambler. Her sword carefully clutched under her arm and parallel with her side, her eyes locked onto the physiology of Adrian. He slowly drew a second katana from a sheath that was placed along the spine of Clutch's black and yellow garbs,it almost looked as if the blade was in the body of the Bushido King. The blade glowed under the blacksmiths fire and even the blind weapons maker marveled at the sound it made as it made its ascent from the sheath it was placed in. A slight ring resonated in the room from Clutch's blade made of the hardest diamond known to all men. Of the past and future. Its slight smoke color gave it an even more unique touch,adding style and grace to an infinitely strong katanna. Without reacting to the presence of Gambler's protector he closed his eyes and took a drag of the 8th element that composes atmospheric gas, his Grey Diamond blade clutched in his left hand,his fathers broken katanna in his right. The dual blades lifted in a formal stance that was presented to both Gambler and the Last Arashikage.
 
 Swift and cunning was the trademark of Clutch as he dashed straight for Gambler,his right blade aiming for an amazingly quick slash at the achilles heels. Switching motion,Clutch rolled to the ground and popped up across the room adressing the Arashikage. He smiled as he lifted the lower part of his mask,revealing his sleek grin. Continiuing his assault he attempted to engage the Crimson Viper in a duel of blades. His diamond blade was quickly launched in a series of lethal combos aimed at her vital organs and pressure points,surely if his sharp sword landed a blow it would be fatal. The Supreme Shinobi lifted himself into the air,landing directly behind the Jade eyed assassin. Like a cobra the RZA spit his poison saliva at the face of the Last Arashikage,and if it made contact would cause her to transcend into a world of unfamiliar lunacy and psyche hauntings paired with immense hallucinations.  Her senses completely enslaved to the Toxic properties of his mutant made venom.
 
The Prince of Thieves began fading into the shadows of the room while he pulled his mask back over his mouth,looking for an opportunity to attack once again. Scaling the walls of the room like a predator spider,he activated his Ninja Helix effect via synchronized code and soon became a Living Phantom;Invisible to all forms of perception....

OSC Base

Asgard

Running a finger over his pale forearms, a deep black pentagram appeared engraved into Arrow’s very skin. It had been over forty five thousand years since he had to use this release, but if he entered the hall without all of his power he would become nothing. Before him stood two large black doors with a golden tree engraved into the very oak as if it had grew there, even now he could feel the power leaking from the other side, the fine blonde hairs on the back of Arrow’s neck stood as if electrified by some unseen force. Odin was unlike any other god, most mortals could stand the site of a god as long as that god allowed it, teaching themselves control over their power so not to kill any mortal that see’s them But he was different. Entering the room was like fighting against a tidal wave that boomed against Arrow’s own power, any man caught between them now would simply evaporate; nothing would be left of him in this world or another. He was like a stone carving placed upon a golden throne, long white hair extended from his head and into his bearded, his rough features told the stories that he was legend for. The air between them broke as the old god stood dust shifting from his body as he looked towards Arrow. Streams of golden light filled the space between them as the ancient windows told the stories of the battle old and new. “Hello Old One” he said with no emotion  “Hello Child” arrow replied with a sly mocking smile, a deep laugh made the very hall shake as Odin smiled for the first time in years.

“I thought I tasted your magic in the air, it sickened me to my very stomach” the laughter had stopped, Arrow calmly walked down the large hall towards the throne, now becoming used to his old powers settling in. “Im surprised anything gets past your beard to be honest.” Another laugh escaped from Odin “How long has it been since I saw you last you old dog.” Odin vanished and appeared next to Arrow placing an arm round him “ninety four thousand years and one day I think.” Odin rubbed his beard with his free hand “That long, it seems only days.” With a wave of his hand two chairs appeared in the empty hall and Odin pointed towards them, sitting Arrow looked across at his old friend and Odin let out a heavy sigh “So it was you that brought the pups to my door.” Arrow waved a hand and a bone chess board appeared between them “Be careful some of those pups are wolves waiting to strike” Arrow knew that if Odin chose he could end this battle at any time, If he entered the battlefield on a mere whim his enemies would fall, Asgard was his and he controlled every square inch from the Gods to a single blade of grass. “Not the wolves that I am use to” he said rubbing his chin and then creating the chess pieces they would play with, each represented a mythological religion Arrow had the Olympians and Odin had his own people. “you don’t mind do you!” Odin said pointing at the pieces in front of him “Anytime I get to toy with Ares is fine with me” they both allowed a smile.

“So why have you come?” he said moving one of his pawns “In truth I wanted to see why you did not fight.” Odin lifted his head “A fair question but for an answer I want one of my own?” Arrow nodded moving out his knight “Why do you play with these mortals like they are equal to you, it is something I have always wondered, your mother was one of the most powerful of us all and your father, the less said about that blight the better, but you have so much potential?” Arrow considered his answer for a moment watching Odin make another move. “I see more power in them then I see in any of the gods. What do you have to fear or any of the others have to fear, you will always be here and yet they always seem to have more will and power to fight on, no matter how the scales are stacked against them they always find away to fight and survive!” Odin looked up from their game and deep into Arrow considering his answer “So why do you torture them so ?” Arrow’s smile returned “I may admire them, but I also need to have some fun?” Odin let his laughter roll “You are a devil you know that, it saddens me that you will never become one of us. I never will understand why you turn your back on your legacy.”

Arrow took one of Odins pawns and smiled at him “That is a story for another time and as much as I do enjoy your thundering voice, you are evading my question” Odin smiled and slapped his thigh that was about the size of a small tree trunk “What would be the point, if Asgard is to fall today then let it fall. My fellow Asgardians need to have their blood pumping once again and I don’t believe they will fail. The fate of Asgard is not in the hands of mortals but in the hands of the gods.” Arrow watched as his knight was taken by one of Odin’s bishops “Then a wager?” Arrow said “If the Mortals achieve their goal here in Asgard you will allow me to kill one of your gods?” Odin sat back “And if I win” Arrow smiled “Then I will become one of your Asgardians and will swear loyalty in the old tongues.” Sitting forward Odin considered the deal for a moment and with a ruff grunt “Agreed.” Two gauntlets of mead appeared in front of them “It’s your move old one”, “Isn’t it always?” Arrow said with a little laugh.    

 (Shhhnct) the metallic harmony of Clutch's unsheathed blade produced an entrancing melody as he gracefully drew it out into an attack position, ready to claim his revenge and restore honor to the illustrious house of Senka. The blade, like the man, was theatrically decorated fusing art with deadly practicality. (Shhhnct) the echoing sound repeated itself as the Ghostface Killer produced a secondary blade, one that had been shattered long ago carrying the weight of his father's historical legacy. Displaying unequaled focus, Clutch represented the purest form of spiritual martial arts as well as the fundamental understanding that a trained and conditioned soul was as imperative as raw ability. That without harmony and balance one could never achieve the highest levels of combat. His knowledge of the written word coupled with years upon years of isolated training made Clutch one of, if not thee, greatest martial arts practitioner in the World.

With the atmosphere of a Kung Fu movie stand-off, all three combatants silently stood their ground making subtle adjustments naked to the human eye, set to unleash upon one another techniques perfectly crafted into styles unheard of and impossible to duplicate by normal men. Confidently the Analytical Assassin was the first to act dashing across the sand covered floor in the blink of an eye, almost invisible, leaving only a small trail of dust in his wake. His strike was swift and accurate mixing raw power with incredible speed. Targeting the Achilles heal of his most hated adversary, Gambler. Who, with his back still facing his opponent remarkably vaulted himself backwards in a slowly developing flip just seconds ahead of  Clutch's foray. True to form Senka Shinobi continued to press the action turning his sights on the Last Arashikage without pause or hesitation. Fluently transitioning from one offensive attack to another, his blades glimmering as they sliced through the air only to be repelled by the combined efforts of master and apprentice. Stylishly the King of Kings and the Crimson Viper worked in flawless unison as they stood side by side deflecting each strike. Utilizing calculated angles to protect the others blind spot in a furiously paced exchange. As the Last Arashikage went low to defend, Gambler would spin around to block high. as he blocked high, the Crimson Viper would pirouette to block his side. They moved as one unified extension of the other.

(ting ting ting) the swords let lose with their own language as they met repeatedly. Breaking the stalemate Clutch elusively launched himself behind the dueling duo before unleashing a specialized blend of venom. A lethal cocktail to any unfortunate enough to come in contact with it. Instinctively the Cajun was compelled to protect the woman who had raised him, stepping in front of mutant made saliva using himself as a shield. Clutch acrobatically disappeared into the shadows as the Living Legend instantly fell into the trappings of his own mind, wildly slashing and striking out against the enemies of his imagination. His World spinning out of control as he gradually slipped into insanity.

Crippled by hallucinations Gambler had become a liability, one the Crimson Viper could not overcome. Choosing instead to flee with the disabled King of Kings, but not before grabbing the recently finished blade crafted by the Asgardian blacksmith. She would need to find a suitable location in which to protect the OsC leader, easier said then done as all around there was nothing but death, carnage, and destruction. The rest of the OsC were occupied with various tasks of their own, having no idea that their leader was on the cusp of defeat.

Amongst the chaos and sweet order of blades being matched,Clutch's well placed toxic offensive landed directly on the face of his most hated enemy. A burst of adrenaline and thrill pumped through his veins as he realized that his deadly bio-weapon was already in affect. The Cajun's roaring intelligence and amazing cunning was reduced to a fit of psychotic blundering and extreme disorientation. Gambler's master quickly ran to his side to aid him and try to snap him back into the real world, she would have to or watch her most prized pupil fall to a "young ignorant man who knew nothing of battle". The Ghostface Killer silently continued to pace above the frantic duo along the walls like a wolf-spider who found it better to wait for the kill. His mind was racing as he mapped out his next ten moves and scenarios, hoping to finish his enemies with a fatal flying guillotine chop to the neck. Suddenly a dark energy surrounded the King if Kings and White Canary as they managed to escape via a shadow wielder known simply as The Weatherman. In a blinding flash the Senka Shinobi launched from above hoping to reach his targets before they vanished,though he could not make it in time. A slight miscalculation that almost angered Clutch. As he reached the ground,a small cloud of dust rose and the blind blacksmith acknowledged the Killer Bee.
 
"Young Lord,these men are evil....I pray that the gods of this land win the bout,or your world and ours will burn slow..."
 
Taking heed to the wise mans sentence Clutch slowly walked from the room and out onto the field of battle once again. Outside,waiting for his order was his lieutenant in battle accompanied by 20 of his best samurai armed with Akira Overdrive tech armor. His composure and mind both focused yet calm and collected as he placed both katanas back into thier ornate sheaths,a dark cloud and red sun beaming over the once golden land of Asgard. Walking with his men he studied the fallen men in all thier glory, hoping to find answers to the war that had been waged on this peaceful place.
 
"An army with powers that are beyond me,and I still fight on... I must be insane..."
 
Clutch silently thought to himself,making haste towards a neutral zone were injured Asgardians healed. Above the Clouds a band of wing horses flew from the sky and landed directly in front of him,bearing riders of immense beauty dressed in golden armor that must have been created by Odin himself. Valkyrie as they were called by most and warriors of the highest caliber.  The leader slowly dismounted off the beautiful Pegasus she rode, addressing the Overdrive Scion with an air of respect followed by a slight bow. Clutch followed suit.
 
" Brunhilde salutes you,for I have watched you since your entrance into my world. I find that an alliance between us will serve us well, allowing justice to purge these vile slime from my sacred home."  she spoke with valor and waited for Clutch to respond,but he kept quiet and waited for her to continue. " My sword Dragonfang glows in your presence and my steed Aragorn is peaceful towards your soul. All good omens generating from your aura. Tell me what you know about this man who dares attack the greatest city of all the universe...I wish to know how to slay such a wicked serpent......."
 

Land of Frost Giants

The neighing of a pegusas echoed as the shadow passed over Kai, he stood his ground waiting for Thor as he thundered towards him "My brothers shall be avenged!!!" he screamed as he swung mjolnir by the strap and slammed Kai in the chest with it sending him flying backwards. Slamming through asgardians he flew all he could do was laugh as he was hurtled through the air and slammed hard into the ground, earth pushed up behind him as he finally came to a stop. Thor flung his hammer upwards and let it guide him into the sky over Kai, as he watched as the thunder god rose into the air thunder an lightning rumbled in the skies above. Staring up at Thor his ribs could be heard cracking back into place his body healing quickly "Time to take it up a knotch huh? Time to go to 75%." The ground beneath the samurai clad man cracked as energy coursed through his body, his entire body growing in mass it became heavier and the earth beneath him quaked as energies sky rocketed. 
 
Thor hovered in the air as he watched this man who came to his world an slaughtered his men an women begin to change. His muscles bulged from beneath his skin and many of them turning into vines all under his skin stretching through his entire body. He screamed as he forced the energy within his body to manipulate his appearance his shirt torn to shreds as he changed, two thick blocks of tissue formed over his shoulders turning into guards or plates over them. His face turned into something beyond human or anything almost demonic thick muscles formed over his face turning into a makeshift mask only his eyes and mouth remained unchanged in the transformation. Thor simply stared in amazement, then coming back into reality shacking his head as the screams of his people filled him with rage "Demon or man I do not care, today many will pay for this injustice. We did nothing to provoke this slaughter, but I will end this war beginning with YOU!" Thor leg go of his hammer for a moment letting his body hurtle towards  Kai. All the demon man could do was smile and utter one phrase "The WAR WILL NEVER END!! THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!" Thor plummeted to the earth with such speed that he was leaving trails of lighting as he fell, mjolnir surging with energy he lifted his great hammer and slammed it hard down onto Kai. 
 
A massive wave of energy shook the ground of Asgard, as if the very foundation was trembling before the might of Thor. But as the clouds of dust cleared Thor realized in terror that this fight was not even close to being over. A thick muscle covered hand held Mjolnir in the air, the sounds of bones cracking and recracking echoed in Thor's ears as Kai held the mighty Thor with one hand "Please.....I know you can do better than that." grabbing his God Killer he flipped it grabbing the blade and with all his might slammed the end of the sword into Thor's face. Crushing the gods nose the moment his blow landed, not giving a moment for the god to recover he continued. Bringing his left hand around and slamming into the gods gut, the sound of air escaping the gods lungs echoed into the air.  
 
All around the lower leveled asgardians watched as Kai slammed fist after fist into Thor without relent, a sick smile of enjoyment covered his face as he spun fast sending a foot towards Thor. But to his surprise all that was heard was a loud thud as something caught his foot.....nothing was said by the mighty Thor only a loud battle cry as he lifted Kai by the foot and over him slamming him hard into the ground. An impression is left in the ground as he lifts him again before slamming him once again on the other side into the ground. Tossing Kai into the air he slams him in the chest with a right hook, his body bounces off the ground and Thopr grabs him by the throat and head butts him repeatedly until Kai's face is riddled with nothing but bruises. With a thunderous roar he grabs the fallen Mjolnir and holds it over Kais broken face. The now exceedingly heavy hammer is inches away from Kai's face, a notion of fear fills Kai's face as Thor stares at him. "Leave...my...home...NOW!!" Thor drops Kai to the ground and turns his back on him. Thor was not unscathed and his people were dying he needed to help them, he began to walk away when he heard a gurgle escape Kai's mouth. Turning back around "What?" Kai said nothing again and Thor walked closer seeing the mangled man gesture with his fingers "You wish to surrender?" Kai nods continuing to gesture for him to come closer. Thor walks over to Kai and kneels down closer to his mouth, suddenly Kai smiles wide whispering "I said...lets see if the blonde b!tch is really stupid." Thor's eyes widen as Kai slams his God Killer deep into the mighty thunder gods gut. Sitting himself up and pushing Thor off his sword he stands slamming his Gladius into Thor again and again. Tapping his comlink "Gambler...Thors...taken care of. He's not dead..." Kai looks to Thor's gouged body "But hes not getting up anytime soon." Cracking his neck from side to side he shrinks in size allowing Roku to take control. "Will continue the raid my lord until ordered otherwise."   
 
Roku in control he spins his fencing sword around between his fingers as asgards storm at him, a wicked smile on his face he runs at them.

     The ship was falling—falling like a penny dropped off the building.   The thunder roared.   The lightning flared and sizzled.   And in the resting bay, Sylver screamed, a raw and terrible scream.

     She had felt it.   Even in her sleep, she had felt the great flux of magical power around the ship and throughout the sky around Asgard.   To her subconscious, magically-aware mind, the flux filled the space around her, and she reached out to stop it.

     Her physical body could feel the ship plummeting, jolting, shaking her about…but her mind was on fire, calling out counter-spells to stop whoever was attacking them, whoever was disrupting the portal’s magic.   But that wasn’t what was making her scream.

     It was the burning.   The power she’d put into the portal-spell had drained her and left her with that awful need to quench her thirst.   The burning was in her veins now, spreading all through her body, pushing her to explode.   Sylver hissed in her sleep, as her mind was pushing itself beyond normal limits to hold the firewalls against this magically awakened storm tearing apart the portal.

     "I know you can hear me, come down and play if you aren't scared."   A voice taunted, laughing in her mind.   Sylver recognized it at once.   Her mind seared with white-hot anger.

     Darn you, Charmix!   Darn you!   She roared in her mind, hoping her enemy could hear.   You won’t know the meaning of “scared” until I find you!   And I will.

     Sylver’s eyes flashed open and she gasped for air, awakening from her mental/magic battle.   The ship was out of the storm, but they weren’t safe.   Sylver closed her eyes; she could hear the birds shrieking below…the deer running for cover---

     And then they hit.

     Five Minutes Later…

     The damage wasn’t the worst she’d seen on the ship, but Sylver knew that it would take awhile to get it flying again.   Time was something they did not have.   Time was a concept that was starting to irritate her.   Walking through the damaged bridge, Sylver kept quiet, her face impassive, but her mind was in a jumble of thoughts and furies.   The burning was riveting now, and she wanted to get into battle so she could satiate it.   But apparently Hunter had other ideas than her fighting.

     When Sylver stepped outside and walked next to Hunter, he turned and spoke to her.   “Sylver,” He started, almost pausing.   Sylver, out of respect, kept eye contact, but even though he wasn’t showing it, Sylver could feel his eyes watching her, searching her.   Did he suspect anything out of the ordinary?

     “Rest and regain your strength.   When the time comes, I will need you to find the Elves of this region and raise relations.”   Then he turned away and began directing instructions to the rest of the team.   But Sylver continued to stare, her mouth almost hanging open.  

     Elves?   He wanted her to talk to Elves.   Sylver shook her head and looked at the ground.   It had been over 2,000 years since she’d practiced, walked, experienced…lived, the ways of the Elves.   It had been 2,000 years since she’d had any extensive contact with Elves (not including her brother).   It had been so long ago…another life time, in fact.   But…she remembered all of it.   Hunter knew that; he knew she could do it.

    Sylver looked at her nearly-paper white hands; hands that tingled with the sensation to kill.   Sylver looked back at William.   Had he known her 2,000 years back and then seen her now, even he would have thought it impossible for her to pass as an Elf once more.  

     But Asgard was on the verge of falling in the hands of their enemies, and there were too few to handle the great city on their own.   Sylver headed back towards her room to prepare, hoping in two things:  

     That monsters like her could look like people, and that people, whenever she could find some in Asgard, she would get to kill.

     Ten Minutes Later…

     The creature in the mirror was unfamiliar to Sylver.

      It’s gentle, graceful appearance sharply contrasted with her hard, terrible presence.   This creature was an Elf: lightly tanned with light golden locks that shimmered and deep ocean blue eyes that rippled with life.   The Elf’s armor was simple, but incredibly protective.   A skin-tight black suit of magically-enhanced material capable of stopping steel daggers.   Black-violet metal platelets that formed to the suit, giving the appearance of tough, sleek armor, with each platelet engraved with dozens of Elvin symbols of protection.   And black boots, light, durable, and almost impossible to hear, black gloves, made of dragon’s hide, and a black cloak, pinned by an Elvin broach, shaped like an asterisk: the Forest Elves’ crest.

     Sylver watched this creature in the mirror touch the silver and dark blue crystal broach; finger it, as if trying to determine what it was.   This creature seemed strong, beautiful, and sure of themselves.   This creature, Sylver had no doubt, was more than willing to commune with Elves, seek their help, and fight with them.   This creature…Elf, seemed noble, a near-perfect being of the fairy world.

     But then the creature closed their eyes, and so did Sylver.   Sylver looked at the image of herself she had in her mind.   A dark, hungry monster with no control, no connection to life, no concern with anything that went on around her…simply following orders for the sake of following orders.   A ragged weapon of terrible means, a soulless beast that killed children without torture of conscience.

     But Sylver opened her eyes again and looked at the Elf in the mirror: her reflection.   Everything that had once inhabited that soul, that lively, determined, loving soul, was replaced by an undead vampire who desired little more at the moment than to drink someone dry.

     But her role was vital, her actions necessary…so she didn’t complain.   Besides, her actions would reward her as well.   Asgard’s battle would be terrible…horrible…bloody.   She needed an outlet, a release, to empty the rage that was filling her up.   So Sylver began to walk back out to the bridge.

     Sylver had used a minor spell, one that wouldn’t drain her further, to transport something from home to her: her Elvin armor.   She hadn’t worn it for years…and decided never to again, but most of her decisions never lasted long anyway.   She kept it magically preserved, along with her old weapons.   Sylver knew how the Elves thought.   If she looked like them, talked like them…help would come quicker.   Sylver’s eyes flashed anger for a moment.   She knew the consequences of looking otherwise.   Self-righteous pigs…

     Wait.   Stop.   Sylver froze, but her enhanced senses shot in all directions.   She could hear them approaching, talking….they were surrounding them.   The archeries to the far left and right.   The rangers to the floor.   The commander was on the floor, watching them, talking to his men.   They would attack…attack to kill if necessary…watch the werewolf, the commander was saying.

     Sylver heard little else.   She was already outside the ship.   But so were the Elves.

     She could see them; hear them, raising their bows, aiming at her teammates.   William had heard them too, and he was already setting his weapon down.   Sylver nearly gasped; she heard the commander tell an archer to fire on William.  

     Sylver sprinted out the ship’s door and threw herself in front of Hunter, her arms spread out wide.

     <Peace, brothers!!!   Peace!>   She shouted in Elvish, the words rolling off her tongue as if she’d never stopped speaking it.   She removed her hood, showing her Elvin heritage, and held her ground.

     <Im em Sylver Cathal en te Taure Edhels,>   Sylver began, switching to the Light Elves’ uncommon dialect to address herself, <We are mellons…friends.   We seek your help and have come to offer our own.>

      <Ha!> Came a scoffing shout, and a silvery-haired Elf, taller than William, approached.   Sylver watched him carefully.   The way he walked suggested confidence…maybe too much.   His eyes were boring holes, not into her, but into Hunter and a few other of her teammates.   Elves liked werewolves almost as much as they loved vampires.   If Sylver moved, she had no doubt that they’d turn William into a pin-cushion.   

      <State your name and rank.> The commander said forcefully as he stopped in front of her.

      <Sylver Cathal, Aran General to the King’s Unit of Taure Capital.> She said firmly.

      <You are a long way from home…General.>

      <That is my own business--Commander.> Sylver threw back, but making a mental note not to upset him too much.   There were still a hundred soldiers bearing down on them, and Sylver knew they would not miss.

     <Is there a reason you come with such interesting…friends?> He responded, eyeing her teammates.  

      <We are a team.   Anymore questions you have I would like to discuss with your governing official, as well as a certain negotiation.>

     <What negotiation?> He said, his sharp features beginning to tighten up.

     <Surely you’ve noticed Asgard’s unrest these days.   I have no doubt that you have seen such a mess but only a few times.   Say that there was another team, no friend to your nor I, who seeks to control Asgard, and will, if we do not join forces.>

     The clearing was silent for a moment.   Sylver could hear the commander’s heart quicken.   He knew of Asgard’s danger…it worried him.   Scared him.   Sylver bore her eyes into his.

     <We need your help, Commander.   And we need it now.   Asgard will be overrun by week’s end.>

     <Who are you?> He asked suddenly.   <And why would an Elf be in league with such…beasts?>

     Sylver snickered on the inside.   If he could only see what she looked like.   <When Asgard bares down on your people, friend, I have no doubt that difference in race will seem like a petty thing to you too.   The end of the world puts you in league with strange people, Commander, and you would do well not to call them beasts.   I regard them with much respect.>

     The commander seemed to listen to her words as he firmly weighed them in his mind.   <My leader will not speak with them, my lady.>

     Sylver’s trademark smirk appeared as she responded.   <He’ll speak to me.>

     Two Hours Later…

     Sylver’s hands fumbled with the colored wires under a small lamp, working tediously, but intensely.   Her face, still guised in her Elvin appearance, was furiously pinched in anger.   She clipped a wire here, tired two wires together there, but found no relief or concentration in this focused work.   The only relief was what she’d found earlier, after the negotiations and before her return, when she’d seen a bear in the woods, and had killed it mercilessly.   The raw fury and hunger that burned through her as she drained the bear of blood released.   She was glad that she had done that to the bear and not the Elves.   Although, underneath, she knew that she would have enjoyed making them scream better.

     Suddenly she felt the Hunter’s presence in the room.   Almost everyone else was either sleeping or repairing the ship, even at this late hour.   Sylver still busied herself with the control panel in front of her, not out of disrespect, just because she was too angry to look someone in the eye.  

     “They agreed to help.”   She said finally, her voice one of the few sounds that shattered the night’s silence.   “Two battalions of ground fighters, one of archeries; 300 to each battalion.   They were more generous than I thought they would be.   Light Elves never prized their armies as much as my—um—the Forest Elves.”   She added.  

     Sylver tied a red wire into a blue, carefully, but on the inside, having stupid, wild delusions of it shocking her.   She wanted that: to feel pain…and for others to feel pain as well, at her hands.   Sylver’s lip twitched upward in a clear sign of anger as the last part of her negotiations came to mind.

     “She’s not an Elf you know.   She’s a vampire.”

     “What?!”

     “Shush!   She might be able to hear you!   I said, she’s a vampire.   Our psychic confirmed it.   But she was an Elf.   Do you remember when that trader from the region told us of a “Sylver Cathal”?   The great General of the King’s home guard who went rogue?”   The governor, Lyric, asked in a hushed tone.

     “Yes, but that was centuries ago.   I thought they’d killed her by now.” The Commander responded, excited and fearful.

     “No…they failed, and now conveniently, her whole family is dead and she’s walking around with that kind of ungodly power with a bunch of mutants and werewolves.   We will fight with them for now, as I told her, but when they return…we must finish them.   Such monstrosities should never exist.”

     “No…never.”

      Outside the Governor’s building, Sylver continued to walk away, still picking up every word.   Her gentle Elvin eyes now   burned like blue hellfire as she said to herself, “No, they shouldn’t.   That’s why I’ll come back for you.”

     “They asked that if after the battle, I meet with them again to talk about how the Forest Elves are doing.   I agreed,” Sylver said, snapping a wire accidentally, “I lied.   They’re planning on killing us after we return…all of us.   But I’ll take care of that problem afterwards…myself.   For the good of Asgard, we’ll simply have to suffer their company,”

     And then, under her breath, Sylver added, “And then they’ll suffer mine.”    

 Despite not being fully powered she was still able to smell the scent of various people, those whom she knew were allies, were all too familiar, the asgardians smelled of some ancient form of whiskey, maybe even rum; others smelled of Jasmine with a touch of cherry. That was probably due to the large number of down trees towards the countryside, whatever the case maybe; distinguishing the key players was easy. Without Zariah guarding she was at the mercy of the Asgardians, however she didn’t stop to engage them. She stalked the battle field, as if it were a mere stroll in the park.

She stopped in her tracts, there was a smell, she had certainly smelled earlier that disappeared, and then reappeared. As she lost her powers she became more animalistic like that of when she first landed on earth; however the feral ability was new to her; getting used to it was no easy task, but she would master it sooner or later. Many of the OSC forces were killed up to this point and even though Asgard was pushing them back, they were still being assaulted by the Examinare and Arrow and his faction; there was no doubt in Sha’s mind that the falling of Asgard was imminent.

“Mommy Mommy!” Zariah yelled from not too far in front of her. She quickly dashed over to her and took a knee. “Don’t call me mommy…not on a battle field anyway, what is it?” Zariah pointed towards the eastern most part of the road, to see arrows drawn at a figure. “I’ll go check it out; YOU go back to Africa now! She said, making sure Zariah turned invisible before she left. Sha arrived just in time to see one of the arriving parties walk off; the sound of clanging swords to her back prompted her to dispatch her weapon as well.

Her instincts immediately flared up as she had her pupils locked on the Lycan King. His real name was a complete mystery to her, as this was the first time she had seen him face to face. Behind him structured perfectly must have been the infamous Wolf Pack, she only recognized Portrait right off the bat as she was briefly with Sha when she was part of the Legacy Iniative not long ago. Sha stood in front of them, her loss of powers revealing her bow legged stance.

The mascara on her face vividly began to shine in the sun, as well as the black uniform she now had on. It was like General Cornwallis meeting Washigton, this moment was that big. Hunter was a man feared for his harsh tactics and fighting ability and Sha herself; wasn’t lacking in those areas either. The wind pushed her hair, just a tad bit dawning some life on the tense situation. “This battle here, is of none of your concern, take your misfits with you and leave this place, or…we can have a scavenger hunt to find your pieces, your choice; I hope you choose the game, because I’m soo great with them”   Her voice was montone, she was too busy focusing on his eyes to talk with expression. She didn’t have any attention on taking on the WHOLE wolf pack, but she expected the unexpected.

 Clutch's volatile mixture of toxins continued to drive Gambler's mind deeper and deeper into the abyss, where all of the Cajun's past demons were there to greet him with open arms. Everyone from his father to the son he brutally murdered in cold blood had come to witness the Living Legend's decent into madness. Pawing at the illustrious assassin, taunting him with visions of past deeds that he had long since locked away never to be thought of again. The Last Asrashikage watched helplessly as the man she had helped guide through the years remained paralyzed, trapped within the nightmarish hell his adversary had created for him. With her focus lost the skillful protector's concentration momentarily lapsed, a mistake that would cost her her life. For as she cradled Gambler's head in her arms she was unaware of the silent death that rapidly approached, slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter, the newly arrived Elves unleashed a flurry of arrows. Their prestigious aim was the stuff of legends, their determination to end the war evident as each poisoned tip arrow raced towards the incapacitated invaders.

As the lethal projectiles closed in they resonated with the faintest of whistles, just enough to alert the Crimson Viper of their presence. However, with no time to save herself as well as the man she protected, the Last Arashikage simply closed her eyes before wrapping her body around the King of Kings, creating a human shield of flesh and bone. Violently jerking as she was shredded by a maelstrom of arrows, her blood canvasing the Cajun's face before slumping over in a heap of dead weight. Almost simultaneously one of Gambler's oldest allies arrived in a vortex of cascading darkness, pulling the LeBeau Legacy into the emptiness of his flowing cloak just as another wave of arrows blotted out the sun. "It is not your time yet, Gambler. Trust me, I would know."

The words echoed through the Cajun's subconscious before he felt his very soul being snatched away from the madness. Slowly Gambler opened his eyes, dazed and disoriented, his composure visibly shaken. "Always good to see you old friend. As always your timing was impeccable." replied Gambler with a half grin. But his cocky demeanor quickly shifted as he noticed the absence of his adoptive mother, looking up at the Weatherman who instead focused his gaze upon the ground. Immediately the Cajun knew the answer to the question he had not asked, nor would he. Instead he rose to his feet and looked out over the raging war, perched atop the highest concrete column in Asgard, the Immortal Death by his side. Both capturing the War in snap shots. Below the Ninjain warrior Sha prepared to square off against the ever dangerous Hunter, his alliance of Elves at his back. While even further still the unknown assassin Rokuakai eagerly anticipated the return of Clutch, intent of forging his legacy with the blood of the Analytical Assassin. Who had been taken in among the beautiful and equally deadly Valkyrie. The only mortal ever to receive such a prestigious honor. His make shift battalion of undead spirits at his readied command. Sylver, Charmix, Talon, and Final Arrow, all caught up in the moment, in the here and now. Each one looking at the same War through different colored perception.

"It is time to end dis mon ami. Asgard must fall, to prolong dis war will surely mean defeat. Odin's blood must stain dee sacred ground of Asgard." sneered the confidant villain. Taking up the sheathed katana that had been personally commissioned by the God's very own blacksmith, a weapon of unimaginable grace, its artistic appearance beyond words. Weightless, it was almost as if it were an extension of Gambler's very own arm as it effortless cut through the air. His finger's hardly clinched the hilt yet it rested and moved in every direction like liquid silk, never falling from his grasp. "Interesting" he smirked. Before having the destiny that awaits all mortal men transport him into the great hall of Odin himself. Instantaneously the self proclaimed King of Kings was struck down by a mighty thunderbolt instantly blinding him, his retinas burned at the core. With but a simple gesture the all mighty Asgardian ruler had crippled the arrogant fool how had dare to stand against him. Pain and fear raced through Gambler's body as he used his katana to keep from kneeling, even now his defiant attitude on full display.

All around the infamous Asgard, pivotal moments were unfolding, key moments that would forever change the course of human history and determine who would prevail in a War launched by one man's ego, but strengthened by the will of many.

The Arrival of new warrior was merely a sliver of the awesome portrait that was the battle of Asgard. Names would be etched in the halls of Asgardian history forever,and whether or not this was Ragnarok,mortals and gods battled for their own legends and place in this story. Clutch stood with an army of dead ready to avenge thier own deaths against those who had slayed them with hate in heart. Valkyrie looked to the sky with her Dragonfang in hand,preparing her mind for battle and hoping that Odin was indeed looking on his followers. An eerie silence was all around as battles were beginning to take place in the fray, several clans and factions found their way here to hopefully draw something from this epic blood-bath. Each of Clutch's killings were terrific in thier own ways,masterpieces of supreme combat art as he made his way towards the man who had battled the Thunder God Thor. Time seemed to slow down as the Senka Shinobi faced his newest opponent in the glorious takeover of Asgard, the man's name unknown to him but his styles and strength already logged into the mind of Clutch. Face to face the two men stood and their match-up would determine a small victory in the larger scale of war.
 
"I am no god,but you will feel my wrath.."
 
The Symphony of Style addressed Rokuakai as he drew the diamond blade that he himself crafted from unique powers and blacksmith knowledge. There would be no mercy or words further spoken in this bout of  legendary warriors, no one would dare interrupt the fight and now it was time to show all who had doubt the true power of revenge. Clutch disappeared in a snap of speed that naked eyes couldn't record, transporting momentum from above the deadly man. His blade coming down in a series of calculated slashes,though not at the full extent of his fury. Landing with uncanny dexterity he placed his fingers on the ground,lifting himself up in a flash kick aimed at the face of Rokuakai,which also lifted him back into the air,twirling and silently concocting a next attack in his almost unlimited arsenal. Slowly he unleashed a cloud of deadly and thick toxic gas in the radius,clouding everything in close proximity. A silhouette spoke from behind the deadly smokescreen....
 
"Lets see how well Gambler trains his pets...."

Roku in control his sword bending and folding as he swung it into the bellies of the Asgards, the victory cries littered the battlefield and he rejoiced in the fact that they were actually winning. Gambler was someone new for Rokuakai someone coming from a legacy much like himself. He would show an prove his worth to this team and to Gambler in these fights, Asgards ran at Roku and grabbing the tip of his blade he bent it backwards and let it go it slapped one Asgard in the forehead dazing him so Rokuakai could come around with a hard left and slam a fist into the warriors gut. The air escaped his lungs and Rokuakai spun slamming a firm kick sending the warrior flying into the air and back hard into the ground beneath their feet. Slowly walking over to the downed warrior he prepared to land the killing blow when a figure stood in his way, the man was dressed in gear of a Clan known as Senka. He knew very little of the man besides the fact he was the enemy....for now  "I am no god,but you will feel my wrath.." his words echoed as he drew his blade and began his attack. 
 
His body disappeared and for a moment all Roku did was close his own eyes and listen, the air almost screamed to him as the mans sword rushed through the air in a series of slashes aimming at vital points on Roku's body. Eyes still closed he bobbed an weeved dodging the mans attacks, the man was giving him a lot of strength in each slash but not his full power he was testing Roku. A test he was passing with flying colors, and sliding onto the ground as his rushe stopped he sent a full powered kick at Rokuakais face. The kick was quick and swift and the nose of his mask was taking off as if sliced with a sharp knife, leaving his nose vunerable he smiled finally opening his eyes watching the assassin fly into the air and grab a hand full of something before tossing it into the air. The objects burst and covered the air above him in a thick purple mist Rokuakai knew immediately what it was and clapped his hands together bringing up a shield over him. The mist washed over the shield and from the smokescreen the warrior spoke  "Lets see how well Gambler trains his pets...." Grinning wide the mist still covered the area he brought the shield close over his body covering him in it, shielding him from the poison mist until it faded. 
 
"I am no ones pet, but I will show you all I have learned in my years." Grabbing his blade again he pulled it back and it began to glow with a bright purple aura and as he let the blade go and it snapped a wave of energy shot at Clutch. Following this Rokuakai dashed at Clutch spinning on his toes turning himself into a hurricane spin, energy built up as he spun creating energy as he did so the energy shot out from his "hurricane" spin. Thick almost sword like blocks of energy shot out in every direction as he spun, then as he finished he slammed his sword into the ground an bent it again before letting it go he shot himself forward with the moment hurtling at Clutch he unleashed a flurry of half powered slashes at Clutch.

Edge of Alfheim - Near the Outskirts of Asgard

 Sha stood with her hands placed on the hilt of her sword, he made his team advance, but she didn’t care enough to even spare a glance. Her stare was a cold and intense one, her black hair swayed with the wind as this was the only motion coming from her slender body. Deep within her “temple” the heart was beating at such a slowed rate that, it wasn’t even visible through her chest. She had heard many stories about the man known as “The Hunter” when she had her full powers she was never impressed by him; then again why would she need to be?

However know they were basically an even match, he might’ve been stronger, that wasn’t something she could tell off first glance. What she could tell was that he was virtually an animal, his physique would make him hard to grapple, but his weaknesses should have been that of any regular man. Looking at his hands, from the severe redness that decorated his knuckles, he used some sort of claw or brass knuckles; Sha’s daughter Matina inherited Ronin’s claws so she had seen this before. Sha then tilted her body to the side and took note to his gigantic calve muscles, most likely from lunging and intense climbing. Her mental diagnostic of him ended when he began to speak, as it broke her concentration. "Let me guess.... you must be the legendary Sha..... The Ninjan Nutcracker herself. Sha’s eyebrow rose as if she couldn’t understand what he was getting at, but with the slightest of nods she tilted her head yes and continued looking at him.

"Tell me, did you come here for glory?  After all, why come to ASGARD if not for glory?  The way I see it, this is my best chance the take down the greatest villains Earth has ever seen.  What grander scale to do it on than here?"

Sha’s mind was lapsing like her lunatic sister Sophie, only she was being affected by cocaine, the drug could do nothing when she had her full powers, but they weaker they got the stronger the affect became. Her tracts began to show on her arm, positioned right in the middle of her left forearm. On her face, she dawned a really bright grin, tightly clamping her teeth together as he spoke. Her lust for cocaine was getting stronger; she quickly opened the pouch on her belt and snorted the drug right up her nose.

The powerful affect caused her to stumble back, but within seconds she was fine again. As she started to return to reality, she realized she and the Hunter were locked into a clash. Physically he was stronger than her, almost knocking her back from the impact; however he let up, and began pacing around her.

"Deep down, we all desire glory.  If not from those around us, then from ourselves, he said still pacing around the Ninjan Queen. He then leapt into the air once more, swinging his blade just past her vulnerable neck, hitting her blade again.   Now all the toying was angering Sha, he had really just effed up her high, as he moved towards him Sha, took a step back. “I don’t give a damn about Glory, I’m the MotherF^*^*^, Ninjan Queen, my name is known from here to gotdamn Tantooine, there are golden statues built in my honor, people kill themselves when I Smite them, F**CUK GLORY I’m a GOD!” The cocaine enraged Sha pushed herself back as if she were going to fall back on the ground, but caught herself with her hands, quickly snapping like a frog, she twirled through his legs, emerging on the backside of him, sending a knee blow towards his back, followed by a clean leg sweep. “heh glory” she said smiling holding her blade at a slant, ready for what was thrown her way.

 "God places the burden on those who can carry its weight"-Reggie White
 
As the war for Asgard rages on, the hordes of gods that live in the floating city strike valiantly against the army of villains that the mortal Jean Luc has gathered in yet another one of his ambitions. The song of battle can be heard all around the halls of Asgard and even in some parts of Midgard as god’s fights humans and for the first time the winner is unknown and among all of these heroes one can't find the greatest one of them all. The soon to be newcomers of Valhalla look around to see how Heimdall, Balder and Thor all fight with great courage even if their efforts fall short to defeat the enemy.   But where is Odin? That is the question that surrounds the mind of Tyr as he watches from the top of a building how his brothers and sisters are falling against the might of the mortal world’s greatest assassins and villains.

Once upon a time, even if most people have forgotten about it, Tyr was the King of Asgard and the most powerful out of all the gods on his pantheon. However by some twist of fate he was stripped of his position by Odin who found great worship in the north and west areas of their followers, with a great change of power balance Tyr had to adapt himself to the position where he currently was for centuries now and unlike most gods he never resented Odin for it wasn’t his fault that more people venerated the god with no eye instead of the god with no hand.

Tyr looked at his right arm, the hand that had been stripped of him by the wolf Fenrir still hurt millennia after having been ripped off. Tyr was an immortal and so he suffered from immortal pain, he also counted with immortal wisdom which had made him the champion of many battles that otherwise would have brought destruction to his people.

“I too have tasted the blood of both my body and the one of my enemies; I’ve been both the greatest sword and the mightiest shield of Asgard. I’ve seen what Ragnarok looks like as the vessels of our destruction strive to break our doors and so I tell you, this isn’t Ragnarok!” with that said, Tyr grabbed his sword and with great might struck against the floor breaking it at contact and also sending a wave of wind so strong that anyone that was hit by it would fall without the possibility to get up in a long time.

As Tyr was about to continue to fight against any of the invaders he suddenly realized that there were three new visitors unlike any of the strangers in the area. The three figures were three identical sisters who were all dressed alike, ugly as they were Tyr couldn’t help but to feel overwhelmed by their presence. The god of war kneeled before them in show of respect and then with great hope looked at them. “What are the norns doing here?”

The three sisters looked at each other and then back at the greatest warrior of Asgard. “We are here…” started the one sister on the left. “In request of almighty Zeus, skyfather of the Olympians” continued the one on the right as if the mind of the three was exactly the same before the one in the middle finished the sentence. “He has already sent a champion of his choice in the aid of Asgard. A ‘hero’ who just likes him rides the lightning but he knows that in this war more than one is needed.”

“For millennia the Asgardians have stood proud among the many pantheons of the forgotten civilizations of Earth and yet that could change today.” After that the three sisters started to put their hands on their sphere which started to glow with such intensity that not even the divine eyes of Tyr could watch, yet after a few seconds one could see a few scenes taking place inside the sphere. “As the siege of Asgard continues more and more of your gods fall in battle.”

“This isn’t Ragnarok, therefore the circle of birth and rebirth is not complete.”

“Any god that dies now shall go to Hel or Valhalla but shall not return when Asgard rises again.”

“Asgard shall be built, destroyed and rebuilt again. Asgard endures but what about the people that live in it?”

“What about your people Tyr?”

After that the scene changed in order to show the inside of the chambers of Odin’s home where a game of chess was taking place with the being known as Final Arrow. “Odin the all-father has forsaken Asgard as he plays games and bets on the life of his kingdom”

The scene changed once again in order to display the Dragon Island, home of the legendary ICE Dragons. “Asgard needs a true elder god, one that shall rein its people fairly and that truly cares for them.”

“Odin has failed to do that; it is now your turn. Before Odin, Thor, Balder and especially Loki you deserve it.”

 “The man known as Gambler is the one who orchestrated this war, he but a mere mortal has chosen to spit in the face of the gods. Men against gods, the outcome should be quite obvious.”

“Yet this also isn’t a fight we can win on these terms. Reinforcements are in great need but there is no time or energy to search for them. One single ally, a champion of war.”

The sphere then made a focus on the people that lived in the mansion on the middle of the big island, a gathering of some of the world’s greatest heroes. The one in the right walked upfront and then pointed at the young man in the figure. “Choose the man known as Jason Dodd, for he is the one that better understands your burden for great power and fate.” However the one on the left grabbed the sphere and pointed to another one, this one was probably the most experienced out of all the heroes in there. “Tyr, god of war should know better than that. As powerful as the young boy is he is still a boy, pick this one. Like his name indicated he is a paragon of justice, rightful, powerful and experienced just like the new king.” Yet the remaining sister once again grabbed the sphere in order to indicate her choice.

“The son of Preen, the god of thunder from another dimension. The most powerful and best choice lies in him”. Tyr remained silent for the next couple of moment and then made his choice clear. “No. This fight is being fought by gods and like you’ve predicted it is a lost war, the third age has arrived for the Asgardians just like it did for the Olympians centuries ago, this no longer is just a responsibility of the gods but also of the humans that we have given birth. I choose Jake Hamilton.”

“So it will be” announced the three sisters and then once again changed the setting of the scene. “But if you count on a mere mortal to do what gods cannot then you must give him the weapons that he won’t find on Midgard.” The scene now depicted the most  dangerous and horrible wolf anyone on the nine worlds had ever seen, he was Fenrir and Tyr knew him well for he was the one that stole his right hand with a bite.

“The power of the beast and the will of the human combined shall be the only way one or the other shall survive and so Asgard will once again triumph.”

“Do as you must” and then with a wave of their hands Tyr was gone into the realm where Fenrir had been placed captive for millennia. The god of war walked towards the beast which had started an attack of rage after watching the person responsible for his fate. “What are you doing here?” asked the fierce wolf. “Asgard is in danger and in need of your services.” Started to explain Tyr, however the beast started to laugh at the request of the man in front of him. “For thousands of years I have remained here, because of Odin, because of you. Why should I help in your time of desperation?”

“Because as dangerous at the threat above is this isn’t the day of Ragnarok. Meaning that you could spend another thousand years in here until your next opportunity of freedom presents itself. If you promise to me your royalty during this battle I’ll grant you freedom….along with the opportunity to get back at Odin like the prophesies tell.”

“Why should I believe in you? As much as my father is the god of mischief he isn’t the only asgardian unworthy of thrust” Tyr waited for a few seconds and then started to walk towards the beast that was in front of him. He then raised his left arm “As a symbol of good faith, I give you my other hand.” The beast simply started to laugh and smile at the proposal and teared the hand in sign of approval.

Hiding as best as he could the pain that he was feeling, Tyr got up and then with his blood made the chains that were holding Fenrir disappear. “A path made in blood, time to depart.” With that he was transported back to where the norns were and where one could find a Nighthunter who was kept on stasis waiting for Tyr to arrive.

“It is time.” Tyr announced as Nighthunter was freed from his state. “Before you speak human, I am Tyr, asgardian god of war. This is Asgard host of the battle between the greatest villains of your world and the greatest gods the world has ever known; I have chosen you among so many to be my hands in the battlefield. I grant you my weapons as well as the beast known as Fenrir for you to ride. Let it be today when Gambler and his minions finally fall.” The man known as Jake Hamilton simply put on the weapons of the god and got up on the wolf which for some reason had a mocking smile when looking at the norms and then rode in order to join the battle.

Tyr then succumbed to the ground, having gone out of energy due to the intense battle and the injuries caused to him by Fenrir. He would be out for a few hours at least.

At the same time a triumphant laugh and mocking applause could be heard of a man walking right to where the norms where standing. “Incredible performance and a great show of my not well known skill as a ventriloquist isn’t that so?” asked Loki as he stared at the three norns who had been quiet ever since Nighthunter appeared. “A true display of the art of chaos, for how could even my father survive both the army of humans and a civil war of his own followers?”

Loki waved his hand and then the three norms returned to their real form which was the lifeless bodies of the warrior three masquerading as them. With the enchantment of Loki done the three bodies fell to the ground. “Without Heimdall, Balder, Thor and Tyr to oppose me, when everything is said and done and my father falls I shall be the king of Asgard.”

Loki then using his blade cut the head of Tyr who was now just another casualty of this war. “Oh my son fenrir, you knew didn’t you? Let that be on your mind as you rush into battle. Today isn’t the day Ragnarok arrives, but it is the day when after the dust settles in Loki shall rise.” Without saying more, the god of chaos transported to the reign of the Ice giants in order to have a meeting with the man known as Clutch.

(Note: In order to prevent any confusion, this took place before the meeting of Clutch and Loki where Clutch hurt loki)

A powerful energy emitted several deadly attacks as the villain launched his strikes at Clutch, there pressure displaying as the Shinobi gracefully dodged the attacks but was hit by shrapnel from the aftermath,momentarily blinding him. Instantly the onslaught continued as a hurricane barrage of energy waves collided into the body of Clutch,hurling him across the battlefield like a life-less rag doll,and as the smoke cleared it revealed Clutch's tattered ninja garbs,ripped and revealing the lower half of his face. As blood dripped from the left corner of his mouth he smiled and wiped the crimson life from his mouth with his fist, showing admiration for the well thought attack of Rokuakai.Already his body was being punished with broken bones and torn muscles. Then in  split seconds the attack was continued as the Deadly Warrior catapulted himself from the hilt of his blade,hoping to land a series of consecutive slashes similar to his earlier ones. The attacks began to converge in Clutch's direction at alarming speeds and with amazing agility he created a wall of pink diamond by manipulating the minerals found in Asgard rock,the blast hardly causing damage to the precious gem defense via crystallokinesis. Immediately Clutch initiated a combination counter-attack towards his enemy, a barrage of fury with the speed of raging hornets. Clutch manipulated his diamond fortress further,manipulating the rock to form into a dragon hoping to crash into the enemy,but also just a diversion.  Sprinting away from his attack he closed in the gap with Rokuakai curving his blade to land a slash at the neck of the villain,then spinning around producing a massive whirlwind roundhouse aimed at the ribs of his combatant. 
 
The Ghostface Killer left no room for playful banter,instead letting his focus and skill talk as he unleashed the psychic coils from his mind,manifesting from the top of his fist in a yellow energy. Its power renowned  to the victims as mental venom and physical electrocution. He let them dance wildy but with precision aiming for the synaptic nerve points in the body,hopefully paralyzing the man with agonizing pain. Few men could handle such weapons of the mind and the ninja showed mastering of his vast mental energies as he synchronized with the coils,dancing in between his own deadly weapons while clutching his black diamond katana,aimed straight for the heart of Rokuakai. Fighting on like a demon the Analytical Assassin exuded psychic energy that attracted crystal molecules in the air to each other, so the carbon molecules coalesced to form a coating of diamond to cover the anatomy of Clutch. He launched a fierce open palm fist technique at the head of the masked God Slayer ,exerting extra force and producing a wave of brain damaging energies to capitalize on his strategy. 
 
 
Sticking to the rule of shadow users,Clutch covered his tracks with a maneuver that hide the next movements of this well-played chess game. A strong breeze swooping through the air as the Valkyrie that accompanied Yamato earlier screamed to her comrades,signaling the launch of thousands of arrows that caused a short eclipse as they rained from the sky and descending down towards Rokuakai. In a vanishing mist the Phantom Phenom was gone as the arrows made thuds landing into the ground.

Nighthunter rushed as fast as he could on the back of the devil wolf Fenrir towards the place where Odin was. As Jake moved across the burning city he could see more and more of the asgardian gods on the ground having fallen in battle against the might of Gambler’s new team. Nighthunter had never encountered the Asgardians, at least not the ones of this dimension and yet he couldn’t help but to feel horrified by the actions of the villains.

For why would Tyr, god of war, choose a mere mortal without powers to finish the task that the gods had been unable to perform? This was a recurring question inside the mind of Jake as he kept closing the distance between him and the place where Odin was hiding. Jake Hamilton was considered by many as the greatest strategist in the world and as one his mind orchestrated every single plan and move necessary for him to not only survive this battle in heaven but also to save what was left of Asgard.

“We are near” announced Fenrir as he jumped high to go even faster. “Remember mortal once the fight for Asgard is done my trade with Tyr stops and you shall never ride me again”  Nighthunter simply smiled and then pointed to a building ahead of them. “If my studies are right that is where Odin is hiding.” The world’s most dangerous human then simply placed his hand on the back of the wolf and then closed his eyes, as he did this millions of nanobots from his body started to cover Fenrir completely, creating so a power suit that protected the creature too.

“What are you doing human?” questioned the wolf completely enraged since he couldn’t understand the technology that was now part of him. “I am human and even if I can’t create fire or fly I’m far of powerless. For the time being you are my ally and so we shall fight as one if we want to survive.”

“And if I refuse?”  

Nighthunter simply looked in front of them as if he was staring at someone. “The fall of Odin means the fall of Asgard. Like in any game of chess if you capture the king you have already won, I know Gambler there is no one he would give that mission except himself and if he goes against the most powerful of all gods he will go only if he knows that he will win. Do you want to fight against someone who can beat Odin without as much protection as possible?”

The wolf then remained silent making it obvious that he agreed with his new rider. As they were about to reach Fenrir spotted two new scents suddenly materializing near them, meaning someone had teleported. As they looked around they saw both Gambler and a mysterious new being that for some reason didn’t appear in Nighthunter’s source program. He however had something really familiar for Jake, he couldn’t place it but he had seen even been touched by the man in black before but he didn’t know when or how. He couldn’t explain it but he had some sort of connection to the man.

Without the need to say a word the wolf charged against them but before he was able to do anything they teleported away. “Where are they?!” screamed Nighthunter in anger as he turned around everywhere in search for the world’s greatest villain. “They have left the area but…wait, I can sense their scent not too far away, from there” said the wolf as he pointed towards the tallest out of all the buildings in Asgard. “Have you ever been inside that place?” asked Nighthunter as he started to press a few buttons on his power suit. “The hall of Odin? Yes, once when I tried to murder him.”

“Perfect, imagine the inside of the building and my technology will be able to teleport us inside”. The wolf did as commanded and in a matter of seconds the two of them were on their destination just a few meters away from the two villains. Nighthunter descended from the wolf and then prepared himself to combat by putting all of the capabilities of his power suit at the maximum level. “Fenrir I’m sorry but I can’t trust you so close of Odin.” Mentioned Jake and then put both of his hands on his head and then with a complete concentration started to interconnect his mind with the one of the wolf. “The power suit is not only so that you are protected, in this battle we shall need the best of us and you having an appetite for Odin isn’t part of that. When this is over our minds shall be one and I’ll control both bodies.”

The wolf started to shake in pain and then looked into the eyes of Jake just before succumbing to the machines of Hamilton. “You dare? You dare play games with gods? Why? Because you have reached the stars? I remind you, stars may rule humans but the gods rule the stars”.

Nighthunter simply stared for a second in the eyes of the beast and replied “And I am the only ruler of my fate. Now stop this, let man and beast, mortal and god merge as one. Let we be us” and moments later the process was complete and the beast showed no sign of his identity, now it was a mere extension of Nighthunter’s mind. He a mere human had used technology to set one god under his command, this surely wouldn’t sit well with Odin but right now that didn’t matter. Odin had to prevail no matter what.

Having taken care of that Jake turned his attention to Gambler, the torrent of wind of Odin incredibly powerful. Nighthunter then grabbed two of his guns and started to point towards the master of manipulation himself. “Long time no see Gambler, we have much to talk about.” Jake then started to shoot as fast as he could towards his enemy while at the same time rushing so that the distance was every time shorter, as they were close enough Nighthunter threw the two guns into the ground and reached for another weapon on his arsenal.

“What do you want to talk about?” he said as he grabbed on his right hand the sword of Tyr that had been given to him, he now had the favorite weapon of the god of war making his arsenal stronger than ever before. “When you made me and my friend’s enemies of the state? How about when I was in your shadow initiative and you tried to blow us off in the second civil war along with San Francisco?” as the leader of the ICE dragons was talking he felt an unexpected thing, the sword not only was stronger than any mortal weapon, it also made the user stronger than what any mortal should be. The increase in strength was outstanding.

“Or when you left me to die in the desert when I was in Dark Reign?” he then sent a slash aiming for the left leg and then jumping behind in order to don’t expose him if Gambler were to make a counter-attack. “

The situation that the sword had given to him had changed completely his abilities and strength making his fighting style and strategies change along with it, in a simple thought he made Fenrir pick him up and then jump as big as he could which was at the very least 50 meters up. “Wait I have it.” Now in the air Nighthunter jumped and sent a slam with his sword and all his strength against the ground breaking it on the side where Gambler was along with sending an even stronger torrent of air against the infamous villain. “How about how you caused the death of Andferne and how your daughter killed him with my own sword?”

Nighthunter then ordered mentally Fenrir to roar as strong as he could making an incredibly powerful sound wave go towards the man with the Cheshire smile. “Have we talked about that yet?!”    

Rokuakai watched with enjoyment as the assassin known as Clutch launched into the air from Roku’s last attack and slammed hard into the ground like a ragdoll hopping into the air his body slammed hard into the ground before the assassin caught himself and stood up. Wiping the blood away from his wounds and his mouth the assassin stared waiting as Roku’s attacks to finish and he erected a wall of crystal as as Roku’s attacks slammed into the wall doing nothing but create sparks of fire as his sword slammed into the wall at high speeds.

Flipping backwards Roku knew the wall was going to be an attack and he wasn’t proved wrong as it soon burst into a cloud of rock and crystal forming into a dragon. Rokuakai had to take a moment and appreciate what Clutch had just done, but soon his admiration turned into reality as the dragon flew forward hurtling at him at highspeeds. Knowing what was going to happen reading Clutch’s body as well as he can (his body was something Roku had never encountered hard to read) and the dragon came within inches of Rokuakai before he slammed his fist into the ground and energy sparked from the ground as purple energy shot forward “slaying” the dragon with streams of sharp beams. As this happened and ended Clutch was at Rokuakai in seconds curving his blade for a maximum penetration attack along with launching a fierce roundhouse kick. Holding out his left hand with his sword he   bounced off the kick only to have the slice of Clutchs sword slash at him, with his right hand he grabbed his god killer turning into Kai and deflecting the sword attack spinning quickly out of range. But only for a brief moment

As soon as he was clear of the attacks a barrage of coils slam into Kai’s body hard embedding deep within his skin, one wraps within his chest aiming at his heart. Suddenly his body was rocked with a shock of all shocks his mind flooded with images of all the heinous acts he had performed over his hundreds of years of life.   The pain was unbearable but he still stood up suddenly taking control over his arms through the pain he grabbed the coils and through blood covered teeth he roared “THAT ALL YOU GOT!!!” With coils in both his hands he stretched them outwards pulling down on them hard giving Clutch a faster rush towards him. His diamond sword plunged deep within his chest and blood shot from his mouth onto the face of the assassin, and he continued slamming a open palm into Rokuakais face sending even more psychic attacks into his body the electricity coursed through his body. And all he could do was ….laugh. Pulling the diamond sword along with Clutch’s hand from his body he spoke “If I wasn’t so special assassin that last attack would have definitely killed me. But I have one flaw my heart…not in the same place as most of us Earthians. Its on the other side my friend and now…..

Rokuakai stopped talking hearing something and Clutch realizing what had happen vanished into thin air. Suddenly the sky above him was blotted out in darkness as arrows filled the air “ F@#k.” was all that escaped Kai’s mouth as the arrows slammed down towards him. He stood motionless as he screamed his body trying hard to work out a solution but to no avail. The arrows plunged down into the earth, a outline of his body made amass all the arrows.

A loud roar is heard as the last of the arrows slams into the dirt, Kai’s body is covered head to toe in arrows. Blood trickles down from the wounds his muscles at 70%, he looks around searching for Clutch his right hand in the air aiming at the woman flying on her horse. Pulling back with his God Killer he throws the gladius like a boomerang and it slices the flying horses wings as it heads out and as it comes back takes its legs out from under it. The Valkyire plunges to the ground with her dead companion in a loud thud “Clutch!!! Was not a very smart idea bringing your friends to the party, you know the rules.” His muscles settling into his calm normal state the arrows simply fall to the ground, his muscles saving his life at the last moment. He knew that Clutch was near and hurting his new friend would definitely bring him back into the open.

“The ultimate high as all beautiful dies a ruler’s tool, a priest’s excuse, a tyrant’s delight...I alone; the great white hunter I’ll march till the dawn brings me rest”; Nightwish 10 man down.

The once clear and smooth floor was now stained with the crimson red of blood that appeared to be like a flood consuming all that stood in its way. The many calls of warriors and weapons clashed with in her ears and the never ending smell of blood and grim lingered in the air. The once beautiful and crystal clear oasis of Asgard were now drenched with the blood of its rulers and its leaders along with that of mortals blood. The red liquid stained the young maiden’s attire as like a mouse running through a stampede she went unnoticed. She must have seemed so insignificant to the world around her..what was the best thing in the world that could happen.

She envied her…well her new team mates of the OsC, they were locked in the heat of battle not that she had not tasted her own fight yet she desired more. Instead she had set a task before her that meant her presence must remain undetected and she was cautioned not to take action with anyone or anything that might have opposed her. Though she obviously failed on that account she was starting a new.  The wind burrowed through her cloths chilling her to the bone, even here with the gods in a so called heaven pain and despair seemed to fill the place an turn this sacred ground in to hell itself. She ignored the people she might have passed though she could detect massive loads of power emit from certain individuals. It was a strange thing being in a situation and being unable to do anything but watch. As if you were separated by a double glass wall you could see out but to everyone else all that was there was a wall. And Laura longed for someone to noticed this and shatter the cage that surrounded her.

Her feet battered against the cold stone as it splashed many a time in the crimson river flowing all around her. She could hear the final breaths of those to pass and the final screams to leave the throats of some. War had broken out gods vs mortals and she knew that she had to act to take her place on the mantle. She was getting nowhere with this masquerade of humility it was time to branch out. “Let them come..” she whispered as she leaped over an oncoming last of energy while avoiding many other attacks from any one that happened to glace. She was running for her life, running for a purpose for an objective..to make herself worth something to prove her rebelliousness and security with in her own body.

Many scents filled the air some brining on a sweet aroma the other a sting of long lost memoires. Wolf Pack had arrived and with them she could sense her dear friend…no her best friend Sylver. Once team mates in an upcoming battle, they had gone through hell together…litrally. When the world was at the verge to destruction when no one was able to see the grim of darkness upon the earth she and her soul Sister joined sides with Laura’s past lover and destroyed the oncoming battle, yet it did cost her. From there she had spawned a child and given on up, in truth she was only remembering now her daughter, in the hands of complete strangers. Unsure what brought up this memory lain trip she set her mind onto her coming mission, she had some magic to perform.

Eventually her work paid off as she reached the are as to where she thought the apples where located but..there was nothing. The battles raged behind her but before her laid a barren waste land that might have possibly resembled forest.   “Am I too late..” she thought to herself as she slowly grazed her feet across the seeming black as that touched her toes. There was still heat like that of a fire ball fell from the clouds and consumed this place. But however it happened there was no trace of the apples, nevertheless Laura would not accept failure..She did not work that way.

Crouching down a moment she scooped up some of the ash into her hand as she after smelling it licked a small bit of it and consumed it taking apart what caused it. For a moment she remained in the stance in utter silence braking down the information she had gathered from those heightened senses of hers until finally it hit her. Her emerald eyes grew in shock as wonder as a single word escaped her lips “Fire…” with that like a panther she leaped to her feet and dashed forward…onward. The scent of ash soon shifted as sulphur took its place. Finally green was managed to be seen as a forest appeared into view. Yet the trees were barren and wilting no doubt due to the magnificent heat resonating from son certain point.

Though out of the corner of her eyes she was able to see the mouth of a small cave probably able to only fit two people next to one another yet in height it excelled magnificently. Like a statue she stared into the darkness that waited for her as she managed to pin point the smell of demonic dust along with the heat all came from that point onward. Her fist grew to a close as a deep sigh escaped her lips. A look of determination filled her eyes and her heart all at once. “Gemini” she whispered as her valiant sword appeared in her hand burning with the bright light of the sun. She looked over to her weapon a moment as she took in a deep breath for a moment “Gemini…grant me your strength…your power, your courage, your will and above all…your immortality.”

With that she let out a loud cry as she charged into what seemed like the abyss itself. Darkness clenched to the rocky cave walls Laura’s small figure would have been consumed for it if not for Gemini in hand glowing brightly. It was her valiant steed, at times it was a pain beyond any but at the right times it was the best thing in the world. Eventually a dim red light could be seen as she was nearing the end of this tunnel. Her hand lightly grazed the wall as she could feel she was nearing a much hotter zone than previous. And like stepping into a sauna all at once taking her utterly off guard an unbelievable heat pierced her body she felt like she was on fire. Falling to her knees she clenched Gemini the hilt of the weapon on her sword as she gasped the sword name falling to her side.

She didn’t know what was happening it was as if she was breathing in and out poison and at the same time this air was eating away her flesh. Unable to hold back any longer Laura let out a blood curdling scream, calling for the only thing that could possibly aid her the only person that she wanted to call, that could possibly aid her. She called for her mother. It was odd that the one person she’d call for would be her mother but right now she didn’t know what to do. Those memories of her mother attempted to stab a silver blade into her heart returned as anger entered her mind for a moment yet a voice entered as well.

 “If you die...I will be correct in assuming that you were a waste of time, and disgrace to the Elysian linage.” Her eyes shot open as she gritted her teeth a moment, as she began whispering slowly “I’ll prove you wrong.” It was almost like a snarl resembling a growl but it didn’t matter as she turned to tighten both hands upon Gemini looking at the sword, she knew Gemini could read her mind she knew her request. And once more the bright star silver amour appeared around her body. This time instead of her head exposed it was wrapped in a helmet that revealed only her jade eyes that now looked over the abyss that laid only inches before her.

Scrounging around on the ground she managed to find the strength and resilience with in herself to stand on her feet staggering slightly. Somehow the amour had given her some kind of shielding against this…whatever it was that was attempting to kill her and doing a good job at it. Slowly walking sword before her she saw a sight that seemed almost impossible. Down deep within the gorge at the very bottom there was a island of types and within it was the garden that was missing above the ground. No doubt there was something protecting this island. Then she remembered the words that Enchantress had spoken only an hour ago “So you think you can destroy the Golden Apples…I might not be the guardian but I am sure that companion and fellow goddess Idunn will not mind some assistance, for I can now allot you do destroy our gate to immortality..”

Enchantress no doubt aided her goddess sister in creating this safe haven for the apples and leaving Laura once again at a dead end. Pacing a moment thinking over her option though one remained fastened in her head as a last resort. Finally standing at the tip of the cliff she looked at the fertile island surrounded by some kind of lava she had only one thing to say “I hate logic..” with that she slowly walked away with no other option what could so do? But this. Instantly her feet dashed toward the edge as she picked up speed. Her long black locks laid against her face as finally she leaped into the air and free fell toward the island. Holding her sword out she whispered a small prayer as she neared the orb.

Finally her body inches away she aimed her sword in attempt to crack the shield…and that is what I did.  Like an egg being cracked by a needle the barrier fell and Laura was let through. Nevertheless her body came into hard and cold contact with the ground as she could hear the snapping of her bones one by one on impact. She groaned slightly tuning upon her back as she looked up at the ledge she fell upon. “Wow…I was not aware of that height calculated in my drop...” With that she staggered to sit upward as she rubbed the back of her head. Thankfully her Lycan healing ability came in help and caused her to whisper thanks to her fa…to William Greystoke for his gift.

Now on her feet her eyes fell upon the golden and yellow orbs that hung from the trees surrounding her. “The apples…” she whispered a moment staring at the as they littered the are with no stopping. Slowly Laura outstretched her hand attempting to grasp one and pull it but briskly retracted “The mission..” she reminded herself over and over and over.  Everything was perfectly in place except…where was Idunn? Yet just as she asked that question the ground shook violently throwing Laura against one of the trunks of a tree. Her eyes were drawn to the female goddess hovering several feet above her, her eyes glowing with as her blond locks seemed to appear like the hair of medusa.

Speechless she watched as the woman spoke “I shall not allow a mere child consume all that I hold precious…I shall destroy you and it with you to ensure you mere mortals never gain the taste of immortality.” Laura got to her feet picking up Gemini that had fallen only a small distance from her bearer. “Sorry miss…but you are not dealing with a mere mortal.” A smile appeared on the goddess face as she outstretched her hand causing the tremors to only increase. Instantly Laura noticed the lava like substance to be rising and beating against the barrier but no…the island it was sinking…

Laura’s emerald enrage eyes glared up at the woman as she was now standing upon the ledge and over looking her gardens destruction. Looking around her Laura found herself once again with no choice…and as the Island began to sink her eyes drew to the whole she had formed by entering. Pointing her hand toward it a bright blue light ignited in her fist as she aimed it toward the hole. Gladly her powers worked as the hole instantly sealed shut. Now Laura was left with another dilemma. How was she to escape this place with the apples in hand?

As sweat began to build up and almost the entire island sphere became consumed in flames Laura’s eyes shifted to a colour, a bright red colour resembling that of what was consuming her. As Idunn watched the sphere containing her apples be consumed in fire she could not help but smile. She knew that when this mere child closed off the old she denied herself oxygen access. The Golden Apples would be fine but the girl, no doubt in time would lose breath and die without Idunn doing a thing.