"What're you doing here? In the wall, I might add." Ronnie Anne interrogated, raising her brow at Lincoln.

Lincoln raised a hand. "Now, I know this looks bad, but -"

"And what is that on your face?!"

"Ah! Zip it!" Lincoln said. "This is a brand," He continued, touching the brand. "I need you to give me that sword on your couch."

Ronnie looked to the couch and saw one of the Blades sticking in it. She walked to the couch, and tugged out the blade.

"Oof." She said. "It's heavy."

"Really?" Lincoln asked. "I never thought they were."

She brought the blade to the hole, and Lincoln grabbed the handle and pulled it through, sheathing it on his waist with its twin.

"Look, I-I gotta go. I promise I'll explain later!" He said, jumping from the wall.

"Bye!" He added as he faded from sight.

Ronnie Anne looked on as she wondered aloud, "Wait till I have to explain this to Grandma."

Lincoln was leaping from building to building, trying to spot Baldur. He soon found out where he was when Baldur tackled him into the street.

Both ate asphalt as they crashed through an empty parked car, causing a traffic jam in the process.

Lincoln threw Baldur off him. Baldur bounced off another car's hood.

Baldur slowly got up. "Well, looks like someone's got some help from Grampy, hm? Let me remind you, I have your friend. I now have your family. The stakes are higher than ever."

Lincoln drew the Blades, rage coursing his mind. "Let's finish this so I can get my family back."

"What about your friend?"

"He is family." Lincoln said. He then ran to Baldur, swinging the Blades in circles menacingly.

Baldur, well aware he can die now, ran to intercept Lincoln. He jumped as Lincoln did, and grabbed his arms.

Lincoln kicked Baldur off him with both legs, and threw a blade at him. It connected with his clavicle, slicing through it and embedding it in his muscle. Baldur screamed.

Baldur gripped the chain, and pulled Lincoln to him. Lincoln, expecting this, slammed his shoe into Baldur's face, then ripped the blade from Baldur's shoulder.

Baldur grabbed Lincoln, threw him on his back, and slid underneath him. He wrapped his arm around Lincoln's neck, put his other hand behind his head, and trapped his legs, so that he couldn't do any funny business.

Meanwhile, the Louds and Clyde observed the carnage, bound by magic rope on a building. Lynn Jr., however, recognized Baldur's move all too well; she had done it and escaped from it: the Rear Naked Choke.

"Oh, no." She said. "He's got him in a choke hold. If we don't get outta here, Lincoln could die!"

Lincoln was struggling against Baldur's hold, even punching his face to get him to lose his grip. But Baldur didn't budge. So Lincoln did the one thing he saved as a last resort: He drove his foot into Baldur's crotch.

Baldur screeched and released Lincoln. Baldur held his package as he panted heavily, while Lincoln coughed to get his airways working properly.

The truce passed while Baldur was still in pain.

"It didn't have to be this way." Baldur managed. "You could've went with me, and nobody had to be hurt."

Lincoln wasn't having it. He drew the Blades once more, and he slapped Baldur with the flat of a blade.

Baldur fell to the ground. Lincoln lifted him by his ankle and swung him into a street lamp. His head pinged as it hit the lamp. Lincoln swung him into a building, sending rock, dust, and blood flying.

Baldur rose to his feet quickly, even though he was heavily injured.

He caught a Blade as it was about to slice his head in half. He also caught Lincoln's left jab.

Strength returned to Baldur as his wounds healed. He closed his eyes. Lincoln's eyes widened as he took it in.

'This guy can heal?!?'

Baldur opened his eyes, now glowing blue and red.

"Care to try again?" He asked, before kneeing Lincoln into a nearby skyscraper. Baldur smashed into his body, sending him into an office cubicle.

Lincoln blocked a punch, then grabbed a printer, and brought it down on Baldur's head.

Baldur went down as Lincoln picked him up again. This time, Lincoln grabbed his waistband, and his tunic's collar, hefted Baldur over his head, and kneed his spine, shattering it.

He dropped Baldur, now paralysed, and jumped down to the sidewalk, almost collapsing when he landed.

He used a Blade as a crutch, and grabbed his phone, and texted Lori:

Where are you guys?

After a minute, Lori actually replied:

We just escaped. We're at the building to your right.

Lincoln looked to his right and saw a relatively short building. Upon further inspection, he saw his family and Clyde standing on the edge of the roof, all waving at him.

Lincoln smiled and laughed. Then, he doubled over. Everything hurt. Ouch.

He went inside the building and took the elevator to the roof.

After an awkward silence, a ding sounded off and the doors opened, revealing them all on the roof.

Lincoln staggered to them, collapsing into their arms.

He was showered with worry and compliments, and he heard none of it. He just needed to be in someone's arms instead of someone being in his.

A crash resounded through the city.

"Leaving so soon?" Baldur shouted.

Lincoln looked up, and saw a large concrete boulder sail toward them.

The Louds and Clyde ducked down, but something happened to Lincoln.

His wounds healed with amazing speed. He roared as fire shot from his body once more.

Lincoln jumped off the edge of the building with godlike speed to the boulder and shattered it with one punch. He landed on the next building over, the fire trailing from his body, his eyes glowing yellow and red.

Around him, stood a fiery outline of a bearded man, with shoulder pads, a tattoo that circled his shoulder, back, and head.

Lincoln was angry. The real fight had begun...