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The Med Bay.

If there was one thing in this entire universe that he couldn't stand, it was the med bay. He didn't dislike it, oh no, he just didn't have the greatest fondest memories of the place. He had been in and out of the place so many times he was sure to have a personal record. Most of the time though he went there only to pay some visits, mostly for his teammates that had been injured or to apologize for his teams behavior. But when he was sent there rest?

Nope! Nope! NOPPITY NOPE!

Which were his exact words when they dragged him back to the med bay. He was not happy in the least of sense. And neither was his team when they had to drag him back to the med bay to rest after escaping from it. Yep, you read it right. He would constantly escape from the med bay. Why? Simple! He was like Freeze Blade in this place, always trying to move about and got bored fairly easily when there was simply nothing to do for hours on end. Plus, there wasn't anything good on the small screen TV.

But if there was any good out of this…Ah, who was he kidding? It was boring! Not to mention that he didn't have anything to do besides lay around in bed with the restraint on his waist to keep him there. No, seriously. Spy Rise had literally put a restraint on his to keep him in bed after trying, and succeeding a few times, to escape from this place. The dude just couldn't take the hint that he just didn't want to be here! How hard could that be?

"Boring. Seen it. Boring. Too many reruns. Pretty sure I saw that already. Boring. Boring. Boring. Oh wait! Boring!" Wash Buckler sighed, switching the TV off and flopping back against the bed. If anything, he would be doing reports right about now or something. It was just too boring in this place! He grumbled, looking down at the leather belt that was strapped tight against his body and connected to the bed underneath, making it veeeeery difficult to move around and squeeze out of. He glared at it, wishing that he had his cutlass right about now.

"Glaring at it won't make it come off faster Wash Buckler."

Wash turned his head to the side, glaring at the tech. "Restraining me isn't going to make me hate it here any less."

Spy Rise hummed, flipping another page of the magazine.

"Why are you here anyway dude? Shouldn't you be out on a mission with Blast and Magna?"

"They can do fine without me for a while." Spy glanced up for the magazine, leaning back farther in the chair. "Besides, knowing you? You'd probably try and sneak away again while most of us go out on missions." His eyes narrowed, dropping his voice lowly. "Like you did the last thirteen times."

"Hey, you have your options, I have mine, and we can't change that." Wash Buckler huffed, crossing his arms and looked away from the spyder.

Spy Rise sighed, closing the magazine and stood up from the chair, tossing the booklet onto a small table next to him and walked over to the bed, arms crossed. "Wash, I know how you feel about this." He heard a huff. "But really, this is for the best for your health. You nearly scared the living soul out of everyone by that little stunt you pulled." Wash Buckler glared at him from the corner of his eye. "Granted, you rescued Snap Shot which he was grateful for, but look how you winded up! You had to get stitches for Eon's sake!" He sighed, rubbing the side of his face. "…but…it's better than having you dead."

"…what?"

Spy Rise sighed, shaking his head lightly. "Granted, you do some…unimaginable things time and time again. But, they are some…good unimaginable things." His eyes locked on to Wash Buckler. "Though sometimes I wish you won't go as far as getting yourself into deep trouble. It's worrisome! And not just for me, Wash Buckler. You worry even your friends, the team, everyone who cares!" He sighed, taking his hand off his face. "Just…promise you wouldn't keep doing it often, okay? I don't want you dying because no of us could help you."

Wash Buckler blinked, wide eyed as he stared at Spy Rise. A smile slowly broke out across his face, holding out a hand. "That I believe I can promise you dude."

Spy Rise smiled a little, grasping his leader's hand and shook it firmly.

"Now, uh, about this restraint?"

"No."

"Oh COME! ON! SPY! You can't keep me here on the bed forever!"

"Don't tempt me! I will keep you on there for eternity if I have to!"

"What? So I can be lazy while everyone else goes on a mission?"

"Ye-WAIT NO! I'm just keeping you there till you heal up!"

"HA! You admit you want me lazy!"

"I NEVER SAID THAT!"

"Actually, you sort of did Spy."

Spy Rise blinked, turning around as Blast Zone and Night Shift hovered in. "Uh." He backed away from the bed, finding the ground more interesting to look at suddenly.

"Hey! Blaster Master!" Wash Buckler smiled, sitting up on the bed as Blast Zone hovered over, giving his surrogate brother a quick fist bump. "How you doing dude? Did the mission go well?"

"It went quicker than I thought it would." Blast Zone chuckled, crossing his arms. "Glad it did though. Bringing Magna Charge along for the job helped it go faster. His speed came in handy."

Night Shift huffed, grumbling under his breath.

"What was that dude?"

Night Shift growled, turning to look away from everyone as they stared at him confused.

"Don't mind him." Blast Zone sighed. "He's just grumpy cause someone took his turn over watching Freeze Blade today."

"Dude! That rattled you up?!" Wash Buckler couldn't help but grin at this. Night Shift sour over not spending time with Freeze Blade? Now THAT was new!

Spy Rise rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to say something before the door opened and Grilla Drilla lumbered in holding a tired looking baby Freeze Blade in his arms. "Yo, Wash, heard you were wake." The gorilla yawned, rubbing the lingering of sleep from his eyes.

There was silence in the room as every stared at the huge swapper before Wash Buckler and Blast Zone burst out in laughter as Spy Rise tried to hide his grin as well as stifle he chuckles.

"What? What's so funny?" Grilla Drilla looked at each grinning swapper before looking at Night Shift. "What are they laughing at?"

"Oh? Nothing. Just probably weren't expecting you." He smirked, taking one of the flowers out from Drilla's fur. "To go green."

A few days went past, and everything seemed to be going smoothly for once.

Or could be.

"I swear to Eon above! If that he gets hurt, I'm not going to feel sorry for him!"

"Calm down Spy Rise. You said so yourself that he would try and sneak away the first chance you gave him."

"Yes! But I didn't expect him to get away THAT quickly!" Spy Rise bit the end of his thumb, looking around the place that could be a possible hiding place. "Two minutes! How could anyone get away in two minutes?!"

Blast Zone shook his head, looking underneath the furniture. "Well, he is speedy when he wants to be."

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting him to be this speedy!" Spy Rise huffed. "They are going to have my neck for this!"

"For what dude?"

Spy Rise yelped, jumping a bit as he turned around. Wash Buckler stood at the doorway wearing his usual cloths with his vest hanging off his shoulders again, leaning against Stink Bomb for support.

"Wash Buckler! Eon! Don't scare me like that! And what are you doing out of bed?! You're not fully healed yet!"

"Hey! You said I could walk around a bit with some support. Ain't that right Stink Bomb?" He elbowed the skunk lightly in the ribs, earning a nod from him. "Anyway, what's got you so flipped out dude?"

Spy Rise looked away, mumbling under his breath.

"What? I can't hear you Spy."

"…"

"He lost Freeze Blade."

"WHAT?!"

"Blast Zone!"

"What?" He looked over at them, placing the plant back down. "It's not really anything new. You've lost him over, what? Five, seven, nine times already?"

"Yeah, but at least he was easily found because I lost him in A LOCK ROM EACH TIME!" His teeth gritted against each other, burning fury in his eyes.

"Dude! You lost him?! Man, Night Shift will not be happy to hear about this once he's back from the mission."

"Hey! Not my fault! If it's anyone's fault it's Blast Zone's! He was the one who distracted me from watching him!"

"Not taking the blame for this."

"Guys! Guys! Enough!" Stink Bomb injected, looking at everyone. "There's no point in blaming or freaking out about this. I mean, how hard is it to find a toddler? Sure he's fast but he couldn't have gotten that far away right?"

Spy Rise sighed, pinching the area where his nose would be. "You're right. You're right. He…probably crawled off someplace nearby." He clapped his hands together. "So! No time to be standing around and what not."

"Uh, guys?"

"Lets just take a moment, calm down and figure this one out, no?"

"Guys?"

"Stink Bomb's right about this. We can't panic about this."

"Guuuys?"

"I mean this is Freeze Blade we're talking about!"

"Dudes?"

"Our fun loving, humorous, adventure danger seeking, trouble making, nerve wracking, prone magnet for disaster—"

"DUDES!"

"WHAT?! WHAT IS IT WASH BUCKLER?!"

"Can five month old toddler's crawl into open air vents?"

"…what?"

Wash Buckler pointed at something with one of his tentacles. Where he was pointing at was the real eye catcher, and when Spy Rise looked at where Wash Buckler was pointing at, he screamed at the top of his lungs, going into panic mode at the sight of an open air vent that was close to the ground which a certain curious wildkit toddler could crawl into.

Night Shift.

Was going.

To KILL HIM!

Freeze Blade cooed, crawling along through the darkness of this new place he found. It was pretty dark, very dark. But he didn't mind the darkness. Nope! Not one bit. What he did mind though was how hard this new place seemed to be. It wasn't soft like the places that his things would put him down on, and it made some weird sounds whenever he put on of his hands down on it.

He blew a raspberry, giggling to himself. So what if it wasn't soft? It was something to explore! And if it was something explore, there must be something he hadn't seen before than! And if he hadn't seen it before, then it must be—

Falling.

He was falling. Falling fast. Falling into the darkness.

He didn't have time to scream out in fear before he landed back down on something solid.

Hard.

A scream of pain left his mouth as a white hot burning unbearable sensation shot up through his left arm, hurting more when he moved a little. Tears rolled down his face as he screamed out, wailing louder and louder each time he cried out. It hurt! Why did it hurt?! It hurt so badly! Something! Anything! Make it stop!

"Ello? Estás ahí? Dónde estás?"

He didn't hear anything other than his own cries. He wanted something to stop this bad feeling in his arm! He wanted it to go away!

He needed a hug.

"Sólo un momento! Oye! Chicos! Aqui! Prisa, prisa!"

His tears went down his face faster, trying to wipe them away only to cry out in pain when he tried to move his arm.

"Muévete por allá! Creo que viene de aquí."

"Sí Sí! Me han dicho que ahora!"

"Asique puedo!"

His nose was clogged with snot, dipping down his face in a gooey, sticky mess.

"A las tres! Uno!"

"Dos!"

"Tres!"

BANG!

He stopped crying, flinching as he looked around, finally noticing how it wasn't so dark anymore.

"De Nuevo! Uno!"

"Dos!"

"Tres!"

BANG!

He head snapped over to his shoulder, blinking back the tears. The light was coming from the direction, pouring in through something that he had no clue what it was, but he could make out a few shapes that were moving behind it.

"Una vez más! Uno!"

"Dos!"

"Tres!"

BANG!

He squeaked in surprise, trying to crawl away as something poked through the thing and almost touched him.

"Halar! Halar!"

The thing pulled away from him, creaking and groaning before it and the other thing were suddenly gone with a loud SNAP! and cheers of strange sounding things reached his ears.

"Lo hicimos!"

"¡Hurra por nosotros!"

"Ahora vamos a ver lo que estaba haciendo ese ruido."

Freeze Blade whimpered softly, backing away more till his back touched the wall, ears going flat as it got slightly dark again.

"Hey, es un bebé!"

"Un bebé?"

"Estas seguro?"

"Estoy seguro! Estoy seguro! Venga a ver!"

"Hey! What are you chicos up to now? You're wreaking half of the place up!"

"Fiesta! Fiesta! Mira!"

"Encontramos un bebé!"

"What? Are you all loco?"

"No no!"

"Hablamos la verdad."

"Descúbrelo por ti mismo y creer tus ojos."

There was silence for a moment before he heard something that he remembered the hard thing make all the time.

"Alright. But you better not be jugar with me, or I promise you will be begging for—"

Freeze Blade tried to move a little closer to the sound, finding it familiar sounding like the funny sounding yellow thing. But he recoiled in pain, crying out as the burning not nice feeling doubled in his arm again.

"Pero qué?!"

Before he knew it, Freeze Blade was being lifted out of the new place and into another. But he didn't care. All he cared about was the pain he was feeling in his arm that he wanted to go away.

"Oh. Oh you pequeño individuo pobre."

He sniffed, rubbing his face with his good arm and cried out a little when he felt the pain in his arm being poked.

"Your arm is broken. Eso no es bueno."

"Ver! Ver!"

"Estábamos diciendo la verdad!"

"¿Qué hacemos ahora Fiesta?"

"Now? Now I shall take him to a doctor while you three clean this mess up."

Collective strange sounds reached his ears again.

"Quit your whining! You chicos made this mess now you clean it up! Hazlo!"

With that, the strange sounds died down, and Freeze Blade soon found himself being carried off somewhere. Sniffling, he looked up at this new thing that was carrying him, whimpering.

"Ssh, ssh. It's okay pequeño. No need for more tears." The thing said quietly, wiping away a few stray tears. "It's okay now. Fiesta is here to take care of you now."

Freeze Blade did nothing but stare at this new thing, sniffing a few times.

"Hey, didn't I say no more tears?" The thing asked playfully, poking his cheek a little.

A small smile etched its way on to his face, giggling slightly, trying to bat away the things blue hand but quickly cried out in pain again after using his pained arm.

The thing, Fiesta, frowned. "Oh gatito, I wish I could ease the pain but I can not." He sighed, rubbing his thumb against the toddler's cheek.

"Fiesta?"

Fiesta stopped in his tracks, turning around and smiled warmly. "Spitfire! ¿Cómo estás viejo amigo? Is life good to you?"

Spitfire smiled, going over to his friend. The smile turned into a frown however when he caught sight of the wildkitten in Fiesta's arms. "Uh, Fiesta? What's with the cat?"

"Hmm? Oh! Three of my amigos found this gatito in the vents." He held his arms out a little for his leader to see better. "His arm is broke, so I was on my way to the doctor to see if he could fix it."

Spitfire hum, scratching his chin as the toddler stared at him. "He looks a little familiar."

"Really?" Fiesta twisted the tot around, looking at him up and down. "Say, he does! He looks a bit like Señor Freeze Blade! Mask included too!" He frowned a little. "Though that can't true. Señor Freeze Blade is an adult, and this little gatito is a baby!" He brought the toddler back into his arms, shaking his head. "Ah well. No tiene sentido pensar en ello ahora."

"Fiesta, this is serious. What if someone is looking for him right now?"

"We'll look for his parents later. Right now, the doctor a—!" He paused, eye sockets widening, body stiffening.

Spitfire looked at him confusingly till he figured out what was wrong. "Oh boy…" He sighed, grinning a little as music started to pick up. "Seems like Splat is playing her music too loud again."

"Mhmmhmhm!"

"What's the matter? You know you can't ignore it."

"HRMMMURMPH!"

"Is it because you're holding the kid?"

"MMMPH!"

"Well just give him to me." He held out his arms.

"MMOO!"

"What?"

"MMMO!"

"Fiesta, come on. You know you can't ignore it, so why fight it?"

"MMO! MI MILL MAY MM MOUNM! M MILL MOP MANCE!"

"If you say so." Spitfire grinned.

A few agonizing minutes ticked by, Spitfire ginning the whole time, watching Fiesta try and not move to the beat. Once the song was over, Fiesta hunched over, gasping. "Oh, thank the elements!"

Spitfire chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll admit, you did good Fiesta. You didn't move a—" He blinked as the skeleton held out the kit. Raising a brow, he took the toddler into his arms, jumping slightly when the room suddenly got dark. "Uh, Fiesta?"

A spotlight suddenly came on, shining down on the said skeleton with his back turned to him.

"…oh boy." He chuckled, looking down at the confused kit. "We're in for a treat kid."

Freeze Blade tilted his head, looking over at the other thing that was holding him a while ago.

Suddenly, music filled the air. Fiesta did a pose with his back still turned on the two.

"Vengo, vengo, vengo de caña, vengo, vengo, vengo de son, tengo, tengo, tengo en el alma ritmo, ritmo, ritmo y sabor~!"

Spitfire rolled his eyes, smiling as Freeze Blade blinked his eyes curiously. Fiesta, dancing to the beat, took off his hat, spinning and twirling it around before holding it sideways and tapped the top three times. With each tap, a smaller skeleton jumped out for the hat, holding a different musical instrument in their hands, bringing up and matching the beat. Placing his hat back on, Fiesta turned around, moving his shoulders, swaying his hip, and struck a pose whenever that song hit a high note.

"Vengo de raza y de palmera, de campo y de labriego, de caña y de madera, mi orgullo es ser latina, de mar y cordillera, ardiente como el fuego, soy sangre de mi tierra~!" Fiesta sang with his band singing in the background.

"Soy la hembra sandunguera, caliente como un fogón, dulce cuando me enamoro y entrego mi corazón, soy la hermana de la rumba, de la gaita y del tambor,del fuego y la sabrosura, que llevo en esta canción, y te digo...~"

Spitfire bobbed his head to the beat, swaying his body side to side slowly.

"Vengo, vengo, vengo de caña, vengo, vengo, vengo de son, tengo, tengo, tengo en el alma, ritmo, ritmo, ritmo y sabor~!"

Freeze Blade watched curiously as the thing did strange moments with its body as the smaller thing made strange sounds. For some reason, he found it very…catchy. A smile came on his face, watching the moving thing do a side flip and land on its feet perfectly.

"Canto al aire y a la noche, a la brisa y al amor, a la sangre de mi tierra, le llevo mi inspiración. Tengo miel, tengo pradera, tengo raza y luz del sol, corazón de aventura, de fuego, tabaco y ron, y te digo...~"

By now, other Skylanders had started to come, forming into a crowed, cheering and whistling in delight as Fiesta danced on.

"Sandunguera... soy sandunguera. Sandunguera... soy parrandera. Sandunguera... pura candela. Sandunguera... si me tocas te quemas. Sandunguera... vengo de caña. Sandunguera... y de palmera. Sandunguera... soy sandunguera. Sandunguera... y estoy rebuena~!"

Most Skylanders were clapping their hands to the beat, bobbing their heads, tapping their feet, few were even trying to match the skeleton's dance.

"Vengo, vengo, vengo de caña, vengo, vengo, vengo de son, tengo, tengo, tengo en el alma, ritmo, ritmo, ritmo y sabor. Vengo de raza y de palmera, de campo y de labriego, de caña y de madera, mi orgullo es ser latina, de mar y cordillera, ardiente como el fuego, soy sangre de mi tierra~!"

Fiesta flipped, twirled, back flipped, front flipped, side jumped, clapped, side jumped, twist, right foot out, clap, clap, jump in midair and twist, move to the left, stomp, stomp, stomp, move to the right, clap, clap, clap, twirled back, three step back, four steps front, swing of the hips, and tapped those feet.

"No me gustan las palabras, que faltan a la verdad, llevo cantos en el alma, de amor a la libertad. Y si entrego mis pasiones, no hay barreras para amar, cuando son dos corazones, que se quieren de verdad, y te digo...~"

One! Two! One! Two! Twirl around, do a little bow! Twirl around, flip to the left! Clap three times! Shake! Shake! Twirl around, flip to the right! Clap three times! Shake! Shake! Do a front flip! Shake! Shake! One! Two! Do a back flip! Do a small bow! Pose! Three! Four! Pose! Swing to the left! Swing to the right! Twirl around! One! Two! Samba!

"Vengo, vengo, vengo de caña, vengo, vengo, vengo de son, tengo, tengo, tengo en el alma, ritmo, ritmo, ritmo y sabor! Vengo de raza y de palmera, de campo y de labriego, de caña y de madera, mi orgullo es ser latina, de mar y cordillera, ardiente como el fuego, soy sangre de mi tierra~!"

Fiesta ran to the back, twisting around and ran forward, jumping and landing on his knees, sliding to a stop, taking his hat off and smiled as the song came to an end. Applauds erupted from the audience as the lights came back on. Fiesta smiled, getting back up on his feet and bowed. The band came over and joined him, bowing happily at the attention they were getting.

Spitfire clapped his hands together. "Nicely done!"

Freeze Blade squealed happily, waving his good arm. He liked this new thing! It did funny movements and the sounds it was making were nice and—! He cried out in pain again.

Spitfire's eyes widened, looked back down at the crying wildkit. He had forgotten all about him! And his arm! He quickly made his way through the crowd, holding the kit tightly. "Don't worry kid. Spitfire will get you to the doc in no time."

Freeze Blade babbled, holding his hurting arm tight which made the pain worse.

"Ah, don't worry kid. It'll be—OPH!" Spitfire landed on his backside, clutching the kit protectively.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to-oh. It's just you Spitfire."

Spitfire held back a growl as he sat up, glaring a little. "Hello to you too Wash Buckler."

Wash Buckler huffed, slowly getting up as he picked up his vest and place it back on his shoulders. "Where are you speeding off to this time? Another race? Or something important this time?"

Spitfire held his tongue as he got off the floor, glaring more at the SWAP Force leader. He disliked the squid, as Wash Buckler disliked him.

Now, frankly, Wash Buckler was a very, very nice guy, and so was Spitfire. They were both kind, generous, thoughtful, and considerate, but they both disliked each other immensely. Why? Well, to put it plainly, a certain incident involved with a certain leader getting angry enough to go into the alter ego and went on a rampage, happening to hurt a team member of a certain other group with their leader getting furious and lost control of their alter ego and attacked that leader resulting a lot of broken furniture, walls, floors, ceilings, paintings, columns, roofs, and anything else that was breakable.

So, yeah. It ended with the two never speaking on good terms to each other ever again. Usually, they avoided each other at great coasts, even on missions.

A little whine from Spitfire's arms caught their attention.

"FREEZE BLADE! There you are!" Wash Buckler sighed in relief, reaching for his babyfied teammate, only for Spitfire to move away from his reach. "…uh, Spitfire? You have something that belongs to me."

"Belongs to you? Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were his father." Spitfire growled, adjusting his hold on Freeze Blade.

"I'm not his father, but I am—"

"Then he's not yours then!"

"Spitfire, I'm warning you. Give me back my friend or else."

"Or else what? You'll fight me? In your condition?" He pointed at the white gauze that stuck out a little from Wash Buckler's undershirt neck line. "I've heard what happened squid. You wouldn't dare fight me in your weak state."

Wash Buckler glared at Spitfire, clenching his fists. "Octopus." He mumbled lowly.

Spitfire scoffed. "More like dumbp—"

"SEÑOR SPITFIRE!"

"WASH BUCKLER!"

Fiesta and Spy Rise ran over to their respected leaders, stopping at their side.

"Wash Buckler, remember your promise to the team." Spy Rise looped his arms around one of Wash Buckler's. "You promised not to pick a fight with Spitfire if you ran into him! Afternoon by the way Spitfire."

The fire demon nodded at the tech, glaring hard at the SWAP leader.

"Señor Spitfire, mi amigo, Por favor, no fighting. Not here or now! Not when señor Wash Buckler is hurt. Buena noches señor Wash Buckler."

"Fiesta." Wash Buckler gave a small nod to the skeleton, hardening his glare at the SuperCharger leader.

"Wash Buckler, let's just leave Spitfire be an—"

"He has the kid."

Spy Rise stopped short, blinking a bit. "W-what?"

"He has Freeze Blade with him."

"I'm not giving you the kid Wash Buckler."

"He's my teammate."

"He was found by my teammate first."

"U-uh, Spitfire, i-if you would be so kind to—"

"Give. Me. The. Kid."

"Not. In. Your. Life."

"¿Amigos? Can we not fight and get el pequeño to a doctor so—"

"Doctor? What did you do demon?!"

"Guys, you're making a crowd. There's a crowd forming. Let's not make a sce—"

"What?! You're blaming me for this?!"

"Okay amigos, how about we—"

"Yes! Why does the kid need a doctor?!"

"Wash, remember your promise—!"

"His arm is broke!"

"WHAT?!"

"Okay, how about we discuss this later at the med b—?!"

"YOU DIRTY HOTHEAD DEMON!"

"Uh, s-sí! Let's go with señor Spy Rise's p—"

"Dirty? Demon?"

"Wash, don't call Spit—"

"NOW LOOK HERE YOU OVER SIZED SUSHI!" Spitfire handed the toddler over to Fiesta, pointing a finger right directly in Wash Buckler's face. "I'M NO DIRTY DEMON AND YOU KNOW IT! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO BROKE THE KID'S ARM AND FIESTA IS MY WITENESS! So unless you want to have a go right here and now, I suggest you point those slimy tentacles at someone else before you get hurt and BACK. OFF!" He shoved Wash Buckler in the chest, sending him falling backwards.

Spy Rise was immediately at his leader's side, steadying him while keeping a grip on the squid. "Wash Buckler, buddy, lets not lose our temper here." He whispered lowly, trying very hard to stay calm. His grip tightened, spying a bit of black appearing on the SWAP leader's skin. "Remember your promise to the team, your friends. Please, don't have another fight with Spitfire! You can't control your anger when you lose yourself! You're hurt! You lose your mind when you go dark! You're almost as bad as Night Shift when he get angry!"

Wash Buckler turned his head and glared at Spy Rise. His once violet eyes darkened, filling evil and hate.

Spy Rise felt his grip slack slightly, a lump formed in his throat. "P-please." His voice was weak and trembling. "Please."

The darkness faded as Wash Buckler's features softened, reverting back to the same calm bright violet look and friendliness he always had. He closed his eyes, taking in a slow deep breath and let it out. "…m sorry."

Spy Rise silently thanked the ancients, loosening his grip. "It's fine." He turned to look at Spitfire. "I apologize for Wash Buckler's rude behavior Spitfire. He…he doesn't know when to shut up at times." He flinched, shooting an apologetic look at his friend.

Spitfire smiled, crossing his arms. "I accept your apology Spy Rise. You must have a handful with him as your leader."

"Yes, well, I—"

"I don't believe you."

Coldness swept through Spy Rise, turning his gaze on Wash Buckler.

"You've got to be lying. There's no way the kid's arm is broke."

If metal and bone could pale, they would have done so by now.

"What?" Spitfire glared at Wash Buckler.

"Yeah you heard me. You've got to be lying about it! Freeze Blade's arm is fine!"

"You don't actually think his arm is fine?!"

"I don't believe it. Period!"

Fire flared, Spitfire almost wanted to lung at the squid and strangle him. "Don't believe me? Fine! Believe!" He turned around, grasping Freeze Blade's arm before Fiesta could stop him. "THIS!" He tightened his grip, crushing the arm more than it had been.

Freeze Blade screamed out, reaching the ears of everyone in the area and further away.

Spy Rise gripped Wash Buckler tightly, unbelieving his eyes as he watched Spitfire break Freeze Blade's arm more.

Fiesta wasted no time. He grabbed Spitfire's arm, pulling his grip off the toddler and backed away, pulling baby Freeze close to him as the toddler wailed in pain and agony. "SPITFIRE! ¡¿QUE DEMONIOS?!"

Spitfire snorted, turning to glare at Wash Buckler.

Wash Buckler's face was unreadable. His eyes were wide, his face was unmoving, his body stiff as stone.

Spitfire pointed at Wash Buckler opening his mouth to say something…

…when a cold, unearthly chill ran through his body.

He shuddered. A cold gust of air blew against his side, and he turned, his fire and fury going out and eyes widening as a shadow fell over him.

There were a few Skylanders that had hot tempers that were not to be messed with. Fewer more with rages that could not be matched or leveled with anyone or anything. And even fewer still who would dare try and provoke those storms and even fewer who lived to tell the tale. And once, and only once, has anyone ever dare cross that line of blinding fury and uncontrollable anger, and come out never the same ever again to their ending days.

And the one who had this unholy fury that should never be crossed or tempered with?

Two words.

One name.

Night.

Shift.

Spitfire's body went cold as Night Shift glared at him. No, glared wasn't the right word. The look of blinding white hot fury was more like it. But his eyes weren't the only thing that swore pain and suffering. No, his face was covered in vain marks that popped out against his skin, hair ragged, and teeth that looked like they grew gleamed in the dark, heavy dark breaths of air blew out from his nostrils in hot steam. His mist flooded out, twisting and growing and darkening, shaping into what some could see as faces of fear. Few could claim that they could hear quiet screams and agonizing moans coming from the mist.

But what was really scary about the vampire was the dark unholy aura he was giving off.

The promise of death.

"…mother."

Before anyone could blink, Night Shift had Spitfire's throat in one of his gloves, tight enough that no air could pass or enter. Spitfire choked, grabbing the glove and tried, and failed to even move it a slim.

"BaD. mOvE!" Night Shift growled, his voiced matched that of a demon.

Another scream echoed in the air, this time though, it was filled with fear.

"SOMEONE! QUICK! GET BAT SPIN!"