"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!" she yelled with, inside her, Pure Rage!

"No! Don't, Gloria!"

She began to rush out of the building, hell fires into her eyes, as Qualt tried to catch her! But she was too fast! She was too furious too and everybody on her way was violently pushed!

Then, they got out of here, Qualt resigned to catch her as he suddenly lost her!

I have to be at the Galds before her!

And he deployed his wings before rushing to his destination, his heart beating, fast and loud! He had the impression that, if Gloria was in front of Pold, he's gonna lose every control of the situation and it would all end in death and blood! And Gloria would probably being executed right after that, or even threw in an asylum again...

Now, he had to go faster and faster!

And now, even the city was a tiny place because Pold wasn't secure anywhere as Gloria would search for him.

He ignored everybody on his way, he ignore every exterior parts and focused on one objective: finding him before the red dragoness!

And he quickly arrived at destination, in front of the house in the 1st Class!

And, then, he heard a scream coming from inside... a feminine scream.

With his shoulder, he ran into the door and broke it in multiple pieces to finally enter the house!

"NO!" yelled the same voice...

It was the Frey's one.

He rushed into the main room, where the scream was coming from, to finally see Pold, holding Frey by the throat with a powerful seize from the right arm!

He was here before Gloria. But where was she, at this moment?

No time for questions!

He jumped on the black dragon and pushed him away, making him brutally releasing the yellow dragoness!

Frey looked at them and Qualt ordered:

"Out of here! Quick! Go find reinforcements!"

She nodded and obeyed as Qualt took a punch in the face! And Pold tried to catch his wife but the blue dragon intercepted him and tackled him before being, by the black dragon's back claws, pushed and threw away!

Pold hit the ground as a crystalline noise began to be heard...

Qualt looked at him before seeing the claws changing colors and weight: they began to be bigger and darker. Crystals began to replace the claws.

"So, mister detective, you found out, as I see..."

His voice was more guttural than ever...

He suddenly jumped on the blue dragon but this one dodged at the last moment before trying to strike! But it wasn't effective as, with the back of the arm, he hit him violently in the gut and pushed him meters away!

Then, Qualt, with an intern fuck it!, got up and decided to use one technique he learned some years ago. He suddenly iced his fists until the beginning of his arms. It would be a good protection against crystals.

The two began to turn around like two grave and dangerous predators.

"I have a question, before continuing."

"And what's that?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you killed them? Why did you killed your own children?"

"Why, you ask? To punish her... The other me is too weak to dare acting, to show his true side, his true personality... So I decided to take control and to kill them as a warning..."

"You're a sick fuck..."

"And now... Now I was trying to finish the job."

And he made the first move! Qualt parried the crystal with his ice and tried to punch! He dodged and they tried to hit the other multiple times again! And again!

Then, Pold broke the ice and planted the little crystal into his adversary's arm before punching him and making him fly into a wall!

Qualt fell on the ground and, before he could do anything, the black dragon was in front of him, blocking him with his claws, one of them on his mouth in case of an ice breath.

"So, Ironhorns... What am I gonna do now, since reinforcements will arrive in some minutes...? I will kill you, that's for sure... But for interrupting me...?"

A claw began to hack and slash the bandages of the not so closed Qualt's wounds. And they did that while planting in the flesh at the same time. The blue dragon groaned in pain as his blood was now on the ground.

"Oh! I know... Don't move, it will sting a little!"

And, by a powerful hit on the face, Qualt became weaker than ever, which let the time to Pold to seize one of the iron horns and...

And to pull it violently, to snatch it in a brutal way! And the blue dragon let a muffled pain scream escape as the scorching sensation was now too present in his head.

Pold, after throwing it, did it again, this time with the other horn.

The pain was now unbelievable...

And Qualt, in an access of pain and rage, suddenly created ice stalagmites on his flank and pierced a bit the Pold's body, who stepped back in surprise!

But he was now too weak to continue the fight after what happened to his horns once again. In addition, the rest of his wounds began to bleed again...

And Pold, madness in his eyes, got closer to him, ready to finish all of it.

"Now, let's end all of this."

He was now too close to him... And he was paralyzed by pain and by fear, for his enemy had now his claw high in the air, ready to strike.

That's when he heard a voice.

"Hey, you! You, bastard!"

It was Troth at the entrance of the room. Pold looked at him.

"Look behind you!"

And, behind him, was Gloria with the two iron horns.

Pold didn't have the time to understand what was happening that too pointy horn were now planted with wrath in his neck! One at each side!

"That's for my son!" she yelled!

Then, fire appeared in her mouth. And she said:

"And that's for me, you cocksucker!"

She vomited on him all her rage in a single yet burning, scorching flame! A flame that was now in his face, melting it in a terrible scream! And, at the same time, she was pushing more the horns into the neck!

It was a hell vision that Pold saw before finally horribly dying...

His body fell as a heavy mass on the ground. Then the silence came back.

And Troth looked behind before slowly stepping back.

That's when multiple guards, followed by Frey and Foudre, entered the room.

Frey looked terrified when she saw the Pold's corpse. And Foudre, him, just looked around and approached Qualt, who said:

"Do not touch one scale of those two! They helped me!"

"Don't worry about that. Well, it seems that it was a bloody massacre, here."

"Yeah... Pold was the –Cough!– murderer. And he tried to kill me. So, I can say that his death was auto-defense, I guess?"

He sighed before replying:

"You know, the murder of a 1st Class isn't always great in a tribune."

"Yeah, but Pold was the murderer and was mad. So I think it's gonna be o–Cough!–kay, isn't it?"

"Those two are lucky they just helped the Police. We're gonna let that and they will be able to continue their life."

"How?"

"We have our own way, my dear. Anyway, looks like your horns are gonna be replaced again."

"Yeah... This time I want knifes or daggers in my horns. It would be fucking useful for some things."

"That is not my problem. Anyway, good job."

Meanwhile, Gloria went next to Frey in a bitter mood.

"I hope you're happy now, Frey. I hope you're happy after everything that happened, after everything you and Pold did."

"You killed him..."

"Auto-defense. And, you, you kidnapped my son. So you're not better. And, now, both our children are dead."

Tears appeared at the Frey's eyes. She knew everything she did. She blamed herself that everything was her fault... It was her who had the relation with Henry, it was her who accepted Korth, who thought she was sterile. It was her who did not complain to the police about Pold because she was scared... It was her who helped throwing Gloria into an asylum. And, now, she blamed herself for everything that happened. Now, she was hating herself. She could have done so many things right... And looking at Gloria didn't help her. No, the opposite.

Then, the red dragoness moved away from her to go next to Qualt before saying:

"Well, looks like he did not missed ya."

"Indeed."

"Call for help, we will have to transport him at the hospital", said Foudre to one guard, who obeyed.

Fortunatuly for Qualt, his wounds weren't morals nor too serious.. Unfortunatuly, he would have to put the iron horns again (and it was going to hurt very much again) and to stay at the hospital some days again.

At least, I'll be able to plan everything for the tournament and the outside, now...