Chapter Twenty-Six: Greydor Vs Steele/Lyke

Greydor eyes filtered as the face of Malefor loomed over him. Greydor gave a slight groan as he sat up rubbing his head as Malefor moved looking toward Warfang from the safety of a cliff far off.

"I'm sorry father," groaned Greydor looking down. "I thought that I could get rid of Spyro friends to make him lose control so that we could kill him easily, I didn't think of Nathan to have such power like that!" Malefor looked toward his son and gave a slight nod.

"Do not freight young Greydor," he told him. "As soon as the Dark Master returns, he will give you the body you need to have much more power; but first…" he looked toward the city again as he saw Steele ran black fire onto his Apes. "That Draman needs to be stopped. Do you think that you can take him?" Greydor stood up as he dusted the dirt of his clothing, taking a hold of his black blade which his mother allowed him to use.

"He will know what the taste of steel taste like father!" Malefor gave a slight chuckled and patted the human looking dragon on the shoulder.

"Good, but remember, Brandon is stronger then you because he's had much more training in the human body, use that skill I gave you to make sure that only you and Steele fight; am I understood?" Greydor nodded as Malefor grunted. "Good, you know what to do." He turned to leave as Greydor jumped off the cliff, digging his hands into the rocky sides, as soon as he hit the ground; he sprinted toward Warfang.

Saira had made true to her word. She made sure that the tunnels would not reopen, but it was hard when Apes would attack her from time to time with their twisted blades. She would hiss in anger are a few started to form a circle around her, the Moles tried their best to push much of the Apes back, but some still made their way though. Steele saw this from above and brought down a rain poison on to the Apes, they grabbed their throats screaming out as they all fell to the ground, taking their last breaths. Saira looked up and gave a quick nod as she went back to her work. Steele saw that far off that a small person wearing black ran toward the walls, none of the Apes dare attacked said person as it came closer; his hands glowing black. He ran up the wall with skills as he jumped off the wall and flew toward Steele, the black dragon tried to move out of the way, but the black wearing fist found its way to his side, which exploded with touch. Steele roared in pain as he was flung toward a wall, crashing though as he rolled to a stop. He stood up shaking his head quickly looking toward the one that hit him. Greydor climbed though the wall with a small smirk on his face as Steele hissed.

"Greydor!" it surprised Greydor how Steele knew it was him, but though that away with the wind.

"Hello dear Steele," answered the yellow eye human. "It's been a long time since we seen eye to eye haven't it?"

"What have you done?" roared Steele. "I thought you were like Brandon, fighting to make sure Malefor doesn't get his way, to keep the peace of the world!" Greydor smiled, twirling the tip of the blade in small's circles.

"Oh but I still am Steele," he answered. "I still am keeping the peace."

"Still keeping the peace?" Steele shot his paw around them, buildings and bodies of both Moles and Apes around them. "Do you think this is peace? The lives that Malefor is destroying, this is not peace; this is war!"

"War, peace…" Greydor paced back in froth keeping his eyes glued to the ground. "One can not live without the other, there can be no peace without war, and if there is war; this will come peace." He stopped and brought his arms out and span around. "This is only the start my friend. When Blackness father is brought back, our master; he will give us the power we need to stop you all!" Steele growled and started to circle around Greydor, as Greydor did the same but keeping his distance away from the large dragon.

"What about Brandon?" cried Steele. "What about him huh, would you truly kills someone who is a part of you in every way? You even have his body!" Greydor snorted.

"Brandon doesn't understand what it takes to truly make peace, father was right in to trying to wipe this world to start a new, war, fighting," he shook his head. "It has corrupted us."

"The only one I see that's corrupted right now Is you!" Greydor laughed hard.

"If being corrupted to you meaning killing a few Moles and dragons, then so be it; we will have peace one way…or another!"

Steele growled and went for the attack on Greydor, who laughed and jumped onto his head and flipped off landing on his back. Steele bucked and tried to get Greydor off his back but couldn't, taking his blade he brought the blade over his head, and stabbed it in the back of Steele. The dragon roared in pain from the blade, he saw stars as his les wobbled but at last he was able to throw Greydor off by grabbing him with his tail and fling him to the wall.

Steele! Lyke called out to his dragon self. Are you alright? Steele groaned, he couldn't answer at all until Lyke thought of an idea. We have to switch, if we can it wills low down your bleeding so that after the battle we can go to a healer; do it now! Steele only gave a grunt in reply as he closed his eyes. Greydor saw this but allowed him to change as the human form of the Draman stood before him. Unlike before though, he had changed. His hair was brown and short, a trench coat almost a blackish grey that covered his body and long sleeves toward his wrist. A knife was seen as the wind wiped though his clothing as well as a long three foot sword that seemed to almost curve. Greydor raised a brow as Lyke eyes opened as he glared.

"Ah, you're human form; you seem different…no matter!" he brought his own sword up and held it steady. Lyke chuckled.

"Did your father not tell you anything about me?" Greydor raised an eye brow.

"I know everything about you. He told me everything."

"Obviously not," And with that, Lyke used one hand to grab the black sword in his neck and the other he called his sword to him, and stabbed it through Greydors wrist, causing said Draman to let go of the sword and jump back, gripping his wrist in pain. Lyke then did a handspring back up and picked up the blade the corrupted Draman dropped. He looked at it for a second, then threw it at Greydors feet and said "Pick it up. I will not fight an unarmed man.

"Father wants you dead, so you will die!" he ran toward Steele as he ran toward Greydor himself, blades collided as sparks flew as the two glared at each other. Greydor span his body as he brought the sword to his side, but Steele parry the blade with a block as his arms shook. Lyke never did train a lot since he always helped Steele from his mind, so this would be a problem for him. Greydor saw his look when the blades touched each other as he pushed Steele back, swinging his blade in a weird pattern as he kept up a speed that Lyke almost couldn't block. The sound of their blades hitting echoed around them as Lyke blocked many of his attacks but Greydor had the upper hand. Leaning down to the ground he tripped Lyke causing his to fall on his back, he rolled out of the way just as Greydor blade hit where his head once was. Rolling still he made it to his feet as he held his blade up; already out of breath. Greydor just smirked as he started to move forward as Lyke pushed backwards watching Greydor for his next attack.

This time it was Lyke who attacked first, running with his blade held high he brought it down as Greydor jumped back, a bit of his cloth ripped from where Lyke attacked from as he cursed himself for thinking he wouldn't hit him. Lyke moved faster now, spin and twisting his body he had thought of when he was inside Steele head, Greydor blocked a few, but at times he would get nicked or cut on the shoulders. Blood poured toward the ground as Greydor hissed in bloodlust rage. He would not allow Lyke to beat him! Again their blade connoted as they tried to push the other on their back. Greydor surprised Lyke by head butting him and throw the true Draman sword out of his hands, which flew though the air until it stuck to a wall. Greydor then rammed Lyke in the chest with his foot as he trench coat wearer fell on his back gasping for air. Greydor foot slammed his chest as he cried out again as the tip of a black blade found his neck. Greydor looked down with a blank look on his face, the tip pushing more until it broke the skin as Lyke gave a sharp intake of air.

"I expected more from someone who survived the raid of the Dark Master." Answered Greydor as he brought the blade up and swing it down toward Lyke; whose eyes were closed.

This chapter was updated with the part of Steele person who wanted the part before the fight.