Hammer knew what he had to do. He had found his mistakes. He was going to end this dragon, cutting its very throat with his sword of jewels. He eyed his sword hungrily. Until he saw the red blood of his opponent, he would not rest. He smiled. A smile revealing flashy white teeth as he dove into the mist, Diana and Drizz tailing him... “Wait up!” The Paladin yelled as he tried to bumble through the mist, his sword’s hilt juggling in his hand... “We’re gonna slaughter the sonovabitch,” Yelled Hammer, showing no signs of decreasing his speed as he sped off into the mist... “He’s too fast!” Said Diana between puffs of breath as a storm of ice and water clouded around her... “The let him do it himself... when one wants revenge, they’ll get revenge,” Drizz said as he planted Sanguistia in the ground. He cradled his helmet in his arms as he looked into the darkness of the mist in front of him. • Hammer ran through that mist with a single intention: to kill. He would kill that dragon. It had pestered them for too long. It had to come to an end. He held his scimitar in his left hand as he phased in and out of reality, dashing through the cloudy mist. He ran continuously for five minutes, the mist showing no signs of giving in, before he decided to look around. He turned his body around in a circle as he looked for Drizz and Diana, but they were nowhere to be seen... “Fine then. This job is mine to execute,” he whispered under his breath as he sheathed his scimitar and stared into the clouding mist around him. He held a stern look, one that dealt in vengeance and anger... “Come out you son of a bitch. Quit your hidin’ in the mist.” Hammer’s threats yielded no response, as the mist continued to swirl in place... “Scared? Come on!,” Hammer yelled as he slowly progressed into the mist. With that taunt, he was suddenly swept off his feet and pushed away, a giant figure flashing in his vision. As he stumbled onto the ground, blood seeping from his lips, he unsheathed his scimitar from its shelter and began to smile... “Perfect timing...,” he remarked as he smirked. As the unseen beast swept in for another hit, Hammer phased out before it could strike him, and ended up on the creature’s back, scaly and wet from the mist. Hammer, making haste, struck his scimitar into the beast’s scaly coating, and after an echoing roar, the beast barrel rolled and sent Hammer flying to the ground. He plopped on the ground, groaning, but he swiftly kicked himself up. The dragon, now clearly identifiable as Myst from its blue coating, flew above him, screeching as it would disappear and materialize into the mist, only to reappear again shortly after. As Ham’s gaze began to focus, a blast of magic was thrown from his left side, to his surprise and awe. A lightning bolt struck the beast as it roared. Ham slowly peered over to his left to see MagicSpaceKitty and TotallyNotThor letting out shots of magic at the beast... “This vengeance is mine to exact!” Ham scowled angrily. “Don’t you want our help?” Thor questioned as he fired out a lightning bolt at the beast above. Ham suddenly backed up, and with an intense realization came a simple answer... “Yes....” A roar was the beast’s response as Hammer repositioned his head, facing the sky now. He twirled his Scimitar in his hand as he motioned Kitty near to him... “Can you throw me up there?” He asked, his voice nearly drowned out by the fury of the wind and mist. “Wha? Oh. Yea. Why?” Kitty responded, confused and worried. “Beam me up, Kitty,” Ham muttered as he narrowed his eyes. “What?! No!” She responded angrily. “Hold up Kitty. I think I know what he’s trying to do,” Thor reassured as he nodded at hammer. “Alright then. If you die, it’s on you,” Kitty said as she began twirling a ball of magic in her hand. Hammer ran his hand across his blade as he felt the ground beneath him disappear. He panicked a little, but he had gotten used to the floating after a minute, but still felt a bit wonky. Then, no more than ten seconds after, he was sent flinging through the air, through the mist, and up into the sky, the roars of the beast getting louder as he got nearer. He was forced to close his eyes, and the rush of the wind greeted his ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dragon’s shadow, and he lifted his scimitar against the force of the wind. He growled as he approached the beast, his eyes ignoring the mist. He thrust his arm forward, and before he struck the beast, in the way of his path, he yelled... “Smile you son of a bitch.” He smiled as he felt himself stop, and his scimitar was thrust into the beast’s head. He could tell by the unorthodox crunch he had heard as he struck the beast. A roar deafened his ears, and he looked up to see his sword stuck inside the beast, his arm holding on, and his legs dangling beneath him. The beast’s teeth were not far from his arm, and slowly, as he regained his footing, he began climbing onto the beast’s back, being careful not to slip on the water and being carried away by the wind. He pulled the scimitar out of the beast, yielding another roar, and he kneeled on the creature’s back. Without hesitation, he struck three times, all on the beast’s neck, producing crimson red blood as a growl was heard from the beast. He felt himself losing altitude, and the whirl of the wind was stronger now as he tried to hold on. He knew he was going to crash into the ground. The question was “when?”. The ground beneath him was hidden by the mist, and he waited any second for the recoil of the impact to throw him off. He held on for dear life, digging his sword into the beast’s scales. Then, the strike hit him as he was juggled off the beast’s back, and his jaw cracked as he was flung off the beast and headfirst into the ground. Beside him, sliding across the gravely ground, the dragon tumbled across the ground, yelping and bleeding as it slid to a stop, writhing like a helpless worm. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his jaw, he limped over to the beast, now curled up and whelping like a puppy. He walked until he found the dragon’s eyes, a shining cyan in contrast to the blue-grey of the scales. He raised his sword... “When you go to hell... tell ‘em I sent’cha,” and with those words uttered, he dug his sword into the beast’s eye, blood spurting around him, and onto him as well. He held his sword in place for five minutes until the dragon’s movement stopped, and its body became limp. He sighed, cleaned his blade, painted with crimson, with his arm, and walked away, leaving the body to rot in the mist, which, also, was slowly dying. • “You did what?!?” Cell’s robotic voice carried worry with it, surprisingly. “Killed Myst, with the help of Thor and Kitty,” Hammer said as he stood among the sandy beach, and in front of MillionBlue’s shack. Phoenix eyed the phasewalker intently, with his orange eyes showing a sign of approval almost... “Brave man, but I coulda done it myself too,” Phoenix let out, as he patted Hammer’s shoulder and headed inside the shack. “Hammer, why did you go after it by yourself?” Cell said as his voice exploded. “I didn’t. I had Thor and Kitty,” Hammer responded in a chilly voice. “Yes but that’s not the poi-“ “Look, can’t you just appreciate what I do and shut up?” Hammer spat as he walked into the shack. Cell stood there motionless, as the shack door shut and voices of greetings roared from the shelter. Cell could feel a hint of anger inside him, but a small ventilation only escaped as he slumped onto the sand... “Something wrong?” A voice broke the silence blanketing the sandy beaches. It was Robo Owl, walking beside Cell as he lowered his mech, forming a seat almost. “Nothin. Hey, is it hard being a leader?” Cell questioned, most likely for a reason. “Hmm... I dunno... in my village of mechanical marvels, I did govern a small bunch of smith gnomes if that counts. It’s.... it’s hard. Ain’t a trait one can just pick up and whirl around like a gun. Leadership is a hard thing to accept, and everyone may not agree with ya, but you gotta learn to find that grey area between controlling and freedom for your team...,” Robo Owl said as he absorbed the sandy surroundings. Cell turned his head towards the machine... “You provide some sound advice...,” Cell said in surprise. “Well, of course it’s sound. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to hear it!” Robo Owl joked as he chuckled at his pun. Cell only shook his head as a response. The two sat there for the rest of the night, ignoring the cold, and watching the deadly mist that had covered the beaches die down into a slight drizzle. [spoiler]Continued below[/spoiler]