[Normal P.O.V]

Isla Guatamala, Drago's Fortress
06:32 A.M.
Mission Odin Status: ?

Astrid stared at angel-like army in front of them. She knew it was weird that they didn't look like the army that they saw before. But she never expected Night Fury to be leading it.

'Is this the rumored Valhalla, Cutthroat was talking about?' She thought.

Drago's army seemed more confused than Drakos. They were expecting their allies to show up, and block their opponents' escape path. But instead, literally knights in shining armor had come to rescue them. But it didn't matter to them. They had the advantage.

A large man in full combat armor made his way to the front of the army. He must've been the general, with the horned helmet and the great executioner's axe.

Raising his voice, he yelled out, "Blast them to hell!"

The catapults, ballistae, and the turrets began whirring and rumbling to life, the men operating the machines reloading them as Drago's army roared and cheered.

The Drakos agents began to panic because they thought that there's no way they can avoid it. But underneath Night Fury's mask, an knowing smirk began to grow.

As the general was about to announce to fire, a pair of giant claws grabbed him, and pulled him into the air. The man screamed, as the claws dug its talons into his skin. Everyone watched in utter awe as the claws, which belonged to a giant owl, carried the general away.

Then, like a dragon raid, more bird-like creatures began picking off the army, as if they were ants. They just saw one with a lion's body, and an eagle's head and wings, tear off a turret from the wall. What's even shocking, is that there were riders on top of the creatures. The riders wore the same armor as the ones in Night Fury's army, white gleaming armor that shone in the sunlight.

A figure from on top of the giant owl, raised its staff, and waved it around in a circle. To normal people, it looks like the figure was a lunatic. But to Night Fury, that was the signal.

He turned to the army behind him. Wielding his flaming sword in his right hand, he whipped out his pistol and raised an eyebrow at them.

"What are you waiting for? Christmas?" He asked sarcastically.

The Valhalla warriors responded with a thunderous roar, and together with Night Fury, they charged. As they careered towards the enemy army, the horse riders took off the cloth from their horses, only to reveal that they weren't horses at all, but strange creatures no one has seen before. A few of them are, a three-headed wolf, a deer with a large rack and the tail of a hawk, and what appears to be a green-skinned unicorn.

The Drakos agents were stunned and frozen at first. But once they realize that they were their allies, their demeanor changed. Astrid was the first to unfreeze. She yelled out a war cry, and lunged towards the distracted enemy army, wading through the front lines.

Soon, the rest joined in and rushed towards them like an angry mob. A mob with dangerous weapons. Astrid dodge a blow from a soldier and she brought her axe to his back. She quickly yanks it away and hit another to his stomach, causing his abdomen to bleed out.

The Valhalla army continued to rush forward, and then stopped abruptly, inches away from the battle. The front liners raised their shields up in the air then slammed it down onto the ground, creating a shield wall. Some of Drago's men noticed them, and decided to test their strength. Only for glaives to protrude, piercing their bodies.

"Iauculor!" A voice shouted.

A shower of flaming bolts suddenly arced over their heads and slammed into the enemy, peppering hundreds of Drago's soldiers.

A large sum of Drago's men finally took notice of the Valhalla army, and advanced towards them. But before they could even reach five feet to them, Night Fury leapt out of the shield wall, along with the riders.

He fought like a demon, whirling through the soldiers' ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with
his flaming sword, and shooting his pistol with inhuman accuracy. The riders trampled down the enemy , taking them down with the help of their strange creatures. The Valhalla army broke their shield wall, and proceeded to rush forward to meet Drago's men.

Night Fury was on a rampage, dropping bodies as of they were dummies. He waded through the enemy ranks, generally creating a path for him towards the tower. But first, he had to go over the wall.

Pressing a button on his sword, the flaming orange curls on his blade slowly transformed into blazing blue flames. And in one swift move, he pierced the wall with his blade, and spun it around in a circle, melting the concrete wall like butter. He kicked down the piece of wall, creating a hole for him to enter.

"I'm coming for you, Drago..." He snarled under his breath as he broke in through the doors, entering the tower.

The olive-skinned man paced around the room. Their defenses were now shattered, and Drakos is winning. They totally had the upper hand! Forty-thousand troops, 3.4 billion dollars worth of defense systems, and an entire fortress. All have been beaten. His frustrations only got worse when he saw his boss, just standing around, watching the battle below through the window.

Finally, the man spoke, "Sir, aren't you worried that we might lose here? Drakos is actually winning. They don't even have the half of our power and they still beat us! What are we going to-"

"Shut your mouth, Krogan."

Krogan immediately obeyed, and kept quiet. Drago emitted a deep chuckle and placed his bullhook down on his desk, sitting at his chair. He opened up his drawer, reached inside, pulled out his chrome plated cigarette case and opened it up, seeing ten cigarettes lined up perfectly. He reached in to pull out one, "You..." He began, placing the cigarette in his mouth and putting the case away, "...need to learn to how war works." He said, reached into a small compartment on his desk to take out a black crackle zippo lighter, flipping it open and pulling it up to the tip of his cigarette, flicking it until a flame lit the tip. He sucked in and snapped the lighter shut, putting it back in the compartment.

"What do you mean?" Krogan asked cautiously.

Blowing out a billow of smoke, Drago grinned, "The war doesn't end until either of the chief dies. I can rebuild everything in my empire with a snap. But if the figurehead dies..." He takes out the cigarette, then crushes it in his hand. "...the war is over." He said, allowing the ashes and bits of the cigarette to fall onto the ground.

"But can't that happen to us as well?" Krogan warned.

Drago smiled wickedly, showing his yellow teeth. "I know. That's why he's here."

Krogan's eyebrows furrowed, a look of confusion plastered on his face. "What do you mean?"

But before he could get a reply, the doors suddenly burst wide open as one of guards showed up with blood trickling down his forehead, and a wounded shoulder.

Krogan looked at the injured man, "What's wrong?"

"A monster... a demon... Massacre..." The soldier spluttered, before collapsing down to the ground as blood pooled underneath his body.

Krogan, dumbstruck, whipped his head at Drago, then at the fallen body. His face then contorted into a scowl, as he walked out the door.

"Let's find out who this demon is..." He muttered through gritted teeth.

[Night Fury P.O.V]

As they ran at me, I shot one of them in the leg causing one of them to trip, followed by the two who ran behind him. They were about to get up before I shot one in the head, it's blood spilling behind it. They two of them got up charging at me, I pulled the trigger, allowing two shells fly out and pierce their heads.

Floor 10... Cleared!

I released a satisfied sigh, as I press the button for the elevator. After a 'ding!', the doors opened, allowing me to step inside and press the button for Floor 11.

You might be asking, why waste time and clear each floor?

First, cause why the fuck not?,

Second, so that I don't have to worry about other interruptions when I'm fighting Drago.

Third, I'm placing bombs in this place to blow everything up when I'm done. I placed the last one a while ago at the tenth floor, the detonator sitting safely in my arm sleeve.

I waited patiently, recalibrating my blade so that it will change back to its original state, while the light tune of 'Thinking Out Loud' played inside the elevator.

After a while, I heard the same 'ding!' and the doors open, to reveal... nothing.

It was nothing. Just an empty room, with pure white walls and a single bed in the corner. The room wasn't even that big. There were no doors, windows, or openings. Just a small vent on the ceiling.

I press the button for the doors to shut, pressing the button for Floor 12 at the same time.

I don't know why but I got the feeling that I'm missing something. I just don't know what. Maybe I'll get back to it later.

Then, the doors opened once again with a 'ding!'.

Standing there, in the middle in the office-like room, is a strange Will Smith-looking guy. He has dark, olive toned skin, shaved black hair and goatee. He's rather thin but has a muscular upper body. How do I know? Because he wore no shirt, only light colored combat pants with a belt buckle of Drago' insignia, and silvery blue boots. In his hand, is two-end battleaxe, with two heads in the either end of the pole. A small light scar ran down his eye, probably from Drago. I heard he liked to punish his followers if they fucked up.

"I guess that you're the leader of this attack?" He spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Nah, I'm just passing through. Heard the waffles here are great." I say sarcastically.

This only made the man grit his teeth in anger. "This is not a game. So stop playing around."

"Everything's a game. Just as long as you play it right." I say. The purple lights beginning to glow between the gaps in my armor, pulsating like veins. They only activate when I'm in battle so...

I quickly raised my pistol, firing one shell at his face. Fortunately for him, he quickly raised his axe to deflect it, causing his body to slide backwards. Unsheathing Inferno, I lunged at him, meeting his axe along the way.

Our weapons crashed onto each other, sending sparks and embers flying. He was strong, I'll give him that. He was able to force me back with his swings. Reminds me a lot of Astrid's.

Fuck, why do I have to remember her in a time like this?

Gods, she looked beautiful when she fights. Like a Valkyrie who came from the heavens. The only thing missing was a pegasus, which I remember that I saw a black stallion with wings in one of Valhalla's ranks.

My train of thought was interrupted when this guy slammed his axe against my sword, causing the purple glows in my armor to pulsate stronger. I roll backwards, as he was about to deliver another devastating blow with his axe.

As I fought him, I noticed that he likes to walk backwards, taking my attacks. Then rushing forward, throwing me off-guard. Though that works, it easily allowed me to exploit his weakness.

First, I allowed two shells to fly out of my pistol, perforating his right shoulder and his abdomen. He yelled out in pain, but surprisingly, he didn't slow down at all.

He put out his right arm out, which he planned to follow with a right swing of his axe. I slipped to the left, dodging his swing and getting a handful of his hair. I pulled his head forward, and brought it down to my knee. His nose broke with a satisfying crack as blood spilled out of it. He screamed out in pain, as I grabbed his entire body with one hand, and slammed it against a wooden desk, breaking it.

He gasped, and coughed out blood from his mouth. Pointing my flaming blade against his throat, I knelt down in front of him. His hand was still on his axe but I know that he knows that he lost already.

"You're a skilled fighter. What's your name?" He said through his gasps and heavy breathing.

He doesn't know who I am?

"Night Fury..." I replied cautiously.

The man chuckled deeply, causing him to groan due to his injuries.

"Ahh, I know that name." The man said. He coughed, making the pain even worse. "My name is Krogan. I used to lead a gang called The Flyers. But we decided to join forces with Drago instead."

Why is this guy monologuing? But I admit that I'm curious.

"Tell me, Night Fury. Do you regret killing?"

The question caught me off-guard. I winced, and my eyes looked downward.

"Yes. Every single day..." I replied simply.

"I don't." The Krogan guy said. "To me, killing is the source of my growth. That's why I joined Drago. He gave me the purpose I've always needed."

All of a sudden, he rose up, swinging his axe. But I quickly grabbed the axe head, then drove my sword into his chest, out of instinct. My eyes immediately widened as blood began to spill out of the wound.

I could see the pain in his eyes. The flames in my blade is continuously burning the insides of his flesh like a furnace, but he instead broke out into a smile, blood trickling down his lips, staining the floor.

"But... it wasn't the purpose I wanted." Krogan said with a forced smile. "If I had... another chance in life, I would've chosen your path. But... there's no changing... my life now. I don't regret my path, because I... accepted it. Don't forget that... Fury..."

His body went limp, the life force in him dissipating. I knelt there, my eyes darkening. Every word he said only fueling the fire that burned inside of me. Every phrase was like gasoline to it, my fists began to clench and my jaw rooted. But I wasn't angry at him.

"Drago... You fucking bastard!" I mutter.

I pulled out my sword furiously, shutting of the flames. Without saying a word, I walked back to elevator. Once it opened, I pressed the button for the top floor. I'm ending this. Right now.

Ding!

The elevators opened wide, revealing a long corridor leading towards a two-way iron door. Stepping out of the elevator, I began walking towards it. I reloaded my pistol, dropping the empty mag onto the floor, while pushing in a new one.

The walls have been painted blood red, as if were telling me that death was just right behind those doors. But who the fuck cares? I'm going through those doors, and killing that bastard!

I arrived at the doors. It was relatively quiet. I could no longer hear the battle waging war outside but I know it was still going on. I take deep breath, then kicked open the doors.

[Normal P.O.V]

"Ahh, Night Fury! Welcome to my-"

A flaming sword intervened, as the molting hot blade slammed against his bullhook. Drago's scarred face contorted into a scowl as he flung Night Fury off of him. He landed softly on the ground, shooting glares at Drago.

Drago wasn't really expecting that. He expected Krogan to be defeated, but he never expected Night Fury to suddenly lunge at him.

"What a rude boy." He sneered.

"Does it it look like I give a fuck?" Night Fury snorted as he brought down his sword at him.

Drago steps sideways, barely missing the swing. Night Fury quickly turns, raises his gun, and opened up with sharp, precise three-round bursts. But Drago simply deflects the shells with his prosthetic arm, then reached out to grab Night Fury's pistol, and wrenched it upward from his hand.

Night Fury growled, as he thrusted his sword forward.

Drago raised his fur cape, blocking the attack. Then he swung his bullhook, connecting it against Night Fury's body. He gave a low groan as he flew sideways, his head and body crashing onto the wall with an echoing thud. His sword flew out of his hand, clanging against the floor. He slid down the wall, groaning in pain.

"This... is the great Night Fury? And people thought you could bring down my empire." Drago started laughing, "What a shame."

Night Fury tried getting up, but two broken ribs were holding him back. Pain is just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if it needed to, he told himself. But apparently, nothing about it is an illusion.

"Stand down, Night Fury. You have already lost."

"Shut up, cock-sucker!" Night Fury yelled out.

Drago merely smirked, "Persistent, aren't we?"

Night Fury struggled to even lift his arms- he was incapacitated. He glares at the large man on front of him. If he's going to try to think of a plan, he might as well get some info.

"Tell me, Drago. Why do you do this shit? Conquer the world?" Night Fury decided to ask.

"If you can't figure it out, then I pity you." Drago smugly said, "Power is the most desirable thing in the world. With power, you can control everything. The world will be in my hands, and its people will follow me!"

Night Fury snorted, "That's where you fucked up."

Drago scowls at the fallen man, stabbing his bullhook on the ground. "What does that mean, boy?"

"You think power controls the world? Then how come oppressors like Hitler had so much power but lost anyway. And how come the French Revolution succeeded? Those people had power beyond imagination. But every time, they fell down. No matter what you do, there will always be people who will rebel against you."

Drago turned red in anger, "Then I will kill those who oppose me!"

Unfazed, Night Fury simply replied, "Then who will follow you? If you kill those who oppose you, which is about the entire world, then who will follow you? Without its people, you can't rule the world."

"Then let me show you, boy! That I can control the world with my power." He bellows.

It was quick. He pulled his arm back, and thrusted forward. Midway through the blow was when Night Fury finally registered what was happening. At the last second, he slammed both his hands against Drago's wrist, stopping the wrist. It was a good thing he stopped it, because it would've ruined his plan.

With every bit of his strength, he pushed his fist away. He locks both of his feet against Drago's legs, then kicks him off, causing him to fall down.

"Sorry, Drago!" Night Fury chirped, raising a detonator in his hand, with his thumb a millimetre away from the button. "But fuck you!"

The last thing Drago saw of him was the alignment of fingers on his left hand so that the one in the middle was the only one standing up, before Night Fury's thumb pressed the button.