Second Chapter! woohoo! It's longer than the first!
Sixxus jumped back as the troll aimed a punch at him, it missing and hitting the ground where Sixxus was standing moments before. Sixxus reared back, the unnoticed spine-blades on his arms extending as he stood back on his hind legs. He leaned in, dashing under the troll, slashing at it from underneath as he went. Sixxus spun around, jumping up into the air above the troll, pulling a custom white-and-gold balanced double-sided copy of the Crescent Rose, opening one side, plunging it through its head. Shadow Apes now crawled from the ground, jumping at Sixxus, who opened the other end and proceeded to slash his way through, at one point the reaper blades being set on fire. The flaming Reaper scythe was enough for the Shadow Apes to retreat, fearing the fires wrath.
Sixxus looked around, now alone with the broken statues he set a small shield generator on the ground, to avoid interruption as he worked. He sat back, pulling pieces towards him and fitting them together like a giant puzzle, rebuilding each statue and setting it back into place. Something still was wrong, even though they had been pieced and sealed together, they did not activate they way they should have. Sixxus looked at a floating screen next to him; it showed the mana currents and streams, and locations of mana outbursts. Sixxus pinpointed Spyro and Cynder, who were almost done; they were fighting for the last crystal. Sixxus examines the mana field around the first locks, noting how the mana flowed from each to the door, with four more slots not connected. These slots were for the ones Sixxus had fixed, but not reconnected to the mainframe. Sixxus face-pawed at the obvious mistake and connected them right as Spyro and Cynder placed the last key, the gates opening for the forces to move through. He collected the remnants of what he left laying about, returning to the surface city and watching the events from the highest point left standing. The army of the Dark Master was becoming unorganized as the Destroyer walked its way around the world.
Sixxus observed silently, only moving to halt any enemy advance toward the empty city gates, keeping the appearance that the city was still guarded. He sat for a while, and toyed with a light blue stone, which contained a dark center. This was Sixxuss teleport stone, used for moving on after spending so much time in a world, or after he learned something valuable. The stones center would glow brightly when it was time, but for now it stayed dark, Sixxus frowning as he wondered just what he was supposed to do on this planet… or for just how long was meant to stay. Sixxus was ripped from his thoughts as the sound of rushing water echoed through the region. He focused and increased his eyesight range, finding that the destroyer had returned, and was being slowed by the water released from the broken dam, Spyro and Cynder now working on stopping it. Sixxus shook his head; these dragons had no proper war training, although from the sound of it, they never had a good moment to. Sixxus observed the destroyer, opening his local wireless mana router, scanning the frequencies the mana was running at to run the destroyer. He almost laughed at the crude design; a small surge of mana in a few areas would cause a glitch, stopping the destroyer from moving. He just sat back, however, watching the two dragons vain efforts to physically stop the destroyer.
Sixxus looked around at the blatant destruction, a once-proud city laying in ruin, one of many he had seen lay bare by some cause or other. Seeing such sights was moving to Sixxus: to see all that a civilization had built, in some cases their epitome of advancements, and to see it brought down and crushed… that was sad. He pulled out a rifle, shooting at the forces from the gate, bored as he waited for the next series of events to unfold. He was not left waiting long, and the destroyer completed its journey, the world shaking as it began to rip apart. "Oh-ho-ho! What have we here? Has the hero failed?" Sixxus asked aloud, only to come under rebuttal from a nearby mole.
"Spyro will not fail, I know he won't!" the mole shouted angrily to Sixxus, only to be met with a grin.
"Take it easy, I was only asking…kekekeh…" Sixxus chuckles darkly, earning an odd look as the mole walked away, shaking his head. Sixxus continued firing until the enemy vanished back into the ground; He sat with the rifle in his paws, waiting for the worst to happen, checking his crystal, which was still unresponsive. A long time passed and nothing happened, he looked around, putting the rifle on his back. The world was suddenly immersed in a purple light, slowly drifting back together as the light fades. Sixxus looks around, Warfang still scrapped, but the world is whole, and the Grublins and Orcs nowhere to be found. He looked around, checking his crystal, which held no answer. Sixxus jumped from the battlement, putting the rifle in his pocket as he fell. He spun in the air, pulling his limbs tight to his body; his wings flaring out and pulling up sharply, holding him level against the ground as he flew away. As he flew, not really knowing where, he pulled out a radio. The radio started emitting a harsh static, and he sighed: this was never a good sign. Yet at the same time he was happy, for after whatever the radio signaled, he moved to the next world. He wondered what it would be that would face this time, seeing this as yet another world of ancient magic instead of machines, a enemy proficient in some magic would come to be expected…
So, here we are! a little rough in the transition, but it's a start!