Disclaimer: I don't own TT but I do own Razor McKlan.

The Dark Knight sat in Raven's room, in front of him was a crystal ball, on the other side was none other then Raven herself. "Now we'll begin the séance and call the spirits." Raven said as she concentrated on the task before hand. "You sure this will work?" "It'll work. Trust me. Now quiet." He did as she asked. The door was creaked open as the others looked in, trying to remain undetected. "B.B., you sure this a good idea?" "Yeah Cy. It's a great idea. I want to see for myself if what Starfire said was true. A giggling Raven, it sounds a bit too Twilight Zone for me. I bet she was drunk or something." "I wasn't lying." Starfire protested.

"Hey guys, what're you doing?" Nightwing said as he was coming down the room. "Shhhhhh." Everyone hushed him. "We're spying on Raven and her boyfriend." B.B. stated in a whisper. As he turned around to spy on the two again, he was met with fright, Razor and Raven were standing at the door. "Why are you at my door?" Raven questioned with a glare. "Oh huh, we saw a roach and tried to squash it." Beast Boy slowly backed away with the group. Nightwing watched them with a sigh. "Don't worry Raven. I just got here. Turns out they were spying on you two." "Spying?" She looked at Razor and reached up for his sword and drew it out of it's scabbard.

"Raven, what are you doing with that?" Cyborg asked as he started to feel a bit pale. "Nothing really. Just going to squash some bugs." With that, she charged the group with the large sword raised over her head. Nightwing watched as everyone ran for their lives. "They really need to grow up." "That ain't no lie." "So, Raven was giggling huh?" "Hmm? Is it really that uncommon for her to be happy?" "Well, I guess she does have the right to act like a human now and then. But, it's strange on how she drops that mask around you." "Probably because she feels safe when she's around me." "Could be."

Without any warning, the hallway turned a pitch black, along with the sky outside. Flashes of lightning appeared out the windows as thunder was heard. "What's going on?" Nightwing asked. Razor answered with a simple name with a low growl, "Mark." The two rushed into the living, Razor's armor fading onto his body in a flash of light. There, they saw a sight that brought horror even to the cold hearted Dark Knight. Raven and the others were in a cage surrounded by black magic. Beside the cage was Andreal and Calrestria, sinister smirks formed on their lips.

"Starfire!" Nightwing gasped. A bolt of black lightning surrounded Nightwing and bound his body together like chains. "What!?" He tried to break free. "Brother. How good is it to see you." A black portal appeared in front of the cage with Mark stepping through, in his hand was Razor's sword. "Brother, how could you? They had their guard down!" "You of all should know to never let your guard down." Mark pointed the blade at Razor. "Neo, interesting name you given it. The name of our father's armor, except, this isn't made by human hands. And it feels just like one of my swords. Only…heavier. Amazing blade it truly is. Capable of magnifying one's power greatly. A sword like this should be used to bring worlds on their knees. Don't you agree?"

Razor glared at Mark with a threatening glare, his lips smirked with cockiness. "You forgot something brother. My sword isn't like the elemental weapons. It has a master. Neo! Return!" He called out. A blast of energy erupted from the sword throwing Mark back. The blade flew at tremendous speeds at Razor before coming to a complete stop in front of him. Then it turned, allowing him to grasp the blade by its handle. His armor transformed into its Zero mode as he took a stance, prepared to fight a tough battle. A battle that would end his life. "Mark is it? I'd advise you let me go. Unless you think you can handle a Tamaranian." Blackfire warned him, but the warning were upon deaf ears, and her threat was useless. She knew she couldn't break out of the cage. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Raven chanted as a beam of her psychic power emerged from her hands and struck the cage.

Mark turned and watched as his captive's tried desperately to break free. "Earth's final defense is in captive. Now all that stands in my master's way is you." The evil knight drew both swords. "Brother, I must bid you adieu. I have a certain…business to attend to." In a flash of light, everyone except Razor disappeared. The Dark Knight growled in anger and rushed through the tower.

His armor faded off as he appeared in the work room. There he grabbed the large cannon made by Batman and Superman and threw it's strap across his shoulder. "One shot, yeah, that's all I'll need. I'll tear through you in seconds." The gun slowly disappeared into the enchanted pouch on his belt. "Mark, I'm coming for you. I swore to not kill you, but free you. But now, I don't think that's possible, their lives are more important then mine and yours. They are pure, we are tainted. Tainted with the blood of others. I'm going to set them free. I swear on my father's grave." With that, he disappeared through the door and walked down the hallways and several flights of stairs. Minutes later, he appeared in the garage walking toward his bike with the letter in his hand given to him by Kyre.

"Closest tower to heaven houses the dragon from the sky. The angel of light is bound by hell's fury. Inside lies the tamer of the dragon. All who challenges the tamer shall be destroyed by the souls of lost warriors." He read to himself. "Closest tower to heaven." He wheeled his bike out of the tower and stared at the city across the lake. His eyes fixed on the tallest building there.

Half an hour later, he was in front of the tallest building in the city. The sky was black as thunder shredded all other noises. Rain was beating on his coat like a waterfall, drenching it and everything else it could get a hold of. He stared through the door glass doors leading inside. There were people in business suits walking around carrying briefcases. He knew it was a front. To hide the fact that Mark was there. Even if it wasn't a front, this close he could sense Mark. He knew he was there. He knew this would be it.

With a twist of the handle, he roared the bike forward, pushing the engine as hard as he could. Then, he did the unthinkable. He crashed his motorcycle through the doors and flew off and onto the floor. The bike crashed into a couple of guys behind a desk. Quickly he rolled to his feet with both handguns drawn. The men around him dropped their brief cases and drew their own guns. All hell broke loose as he open fired on the well dressed business men who in return, fired their own guns.

He ran toward a door as bullets wiz past his body, some struck his coat but the flesh remained untouched. Like a bull, he bashed the door open with his shoulder and saw a large flight of stairs leading up. Indeed, he'd come across the emergency stairs. A perfect way to get to Mark and pay his respects. His psychic sense was going haywire, he could sense people from nearby floors, it was mind boggling. The amount of people that were there, he didn't have enough bullets to handle each and every person! "5th floor." He read the number on the door. As he was coming to the 6th, the door flung open to reveal a man with a sword in his hand.

Razor immediately ducked the blade and kneed the man in the gut. Then he brought his gun down in a crush blow to the man's skull, sending the man's body to the ground. He continued a bit more. Bullets started to fly from above and below as soldiers leaned over the rails for a halfway decent shot. As the soldiers came into view, he shot them with deadly aim. "9th floor." He read as a man with a spear tried to impale him. He caught the spear under his arm and placed the gun's tip at the man's skull and fired. As soon as the man slumped to the floor, another jumped at Razor with a sword. The Dark Knight brought his foot up to catch the man in the gut and sent him over the railing.

"Damn, these guys are getting old." He charged forward and slaughtered countless men as he trailed the steps one by one. At the end of the battles, he finally came to the top of the stairs. "19th floor." He opened the door cautiously from the side. Not to his surprise, as the door was open, a hail of bullets erupted through the doorway. The gun on his arm opened up, knocking what protection the plates on his gauntlet had to offer for his cybernetic forearm onto the ground.

A mana barrier erupted from his gauntlet as he leapt through the doorway with all three guns pointed forward. Bullets emerged from his firearms at rapid speed, striking the men several times. Clips flew from the bottom of his handguns as flipped a switch on the barrel. Then, he holstered one gun and drew two clips, one for each gun. After reloading, he pressed ahead. At the end of the hallway, he turned the corner to continue his search. To his surprise, a beam of energy flew out of no where and collided with his barrier, shattering it to pieces and slightly ripping up his clothing. The gauntlet on his right hand had smoke coming from its crystal, signaling that it was drained. "What he hell?"

He looked at his attacker, a mech was facing him with a huge gun as one of its arms. The pilot of it smirked as the gun started to charge up some more. Razor lifted both of his guns up and started to fire. Rapid gunfire erupted behind him as a wide array of bullets struck the cockpit and riddled the pilot with bullets and glass alike. Immediately Razor turned around and pointed his gun at the helper. He found himself looking down the barrel of a custom made single handed machine gun. Similar to that of an MP5 used by the military.

"You? I thought you were captured?" Razor lowered his gun. "I was, but I was rescued." Darien answered as he latched both handguns onto his gun belts at his sides. The gun belts made an X just like Razor's but didn't contain a holster for a handgun, just magnetic latches for his handguns. He did, however, have a gun strap for a pair of twin handguns he kept hidden underneath his green jacket. The belt strap of a sword wrapped across his chest as a huge no-dachi hung on his back. Instead of a scabbard, a large magnet ran down the back of the belt strap with a huge leather pad beneath it. The thick no-dachi had an extra tip sprouting from the base of the blade, used to hold the sword in place as the tip was placed in a slit in the padding. Across Darien neck was a white org with leather strings wrapped around it and the black leather string of the necklace.

Kyre stepped out from one of the offices with his large single bladed sword in one hand. Razor quickly shifted his gun to Kyre. "Relax. He's the one who rescued me." "Mark must be stopped. There is a secret elevator leading to the 29th floor. Follow me." Darien drew his twin handguns and charged forward with Razor behind him. The rushed down the hallways without even caring to stop. Of course, who'd need to stop with Razor and Darien acting as support fire? Both had accurate shots that rarely missed their targets. Turning down another hallway, they came face to face with about six soldiers carrying machine guns. The trio quickly dived back down the other hallway.

"Damn, they were waiting for us." Darien stated the obvious. "They're watching us through their cameras. What you'd expect?" Razor snapped as he popped his head out and capped one of the soldiers with two bullets before ducking back down. "We could use your gauntlet and rush'em." said the Light Knight as he checked his pockets for more clips. "No, it needs to be recharged." "And I'm down to my last clip. Can't afford to start wasting my machine gun bullets." "We use what we have to use." Razor scold as he holstered his left handgun and drew his knife. The blade started to glow a faint silver as he leaped from safety, bolts of lightning shot from the blade and frying the group before them. "Good move. But we can't stick around and cheer, we have to hurry." Kyre got up and rushed down the hallway again. Razor switched back to his handgun and followed in close pursuit of the other two.

At the end of the hallway, they turned into a room that looked like a normal office. Well, almost normal if you didn't count the fact that Kyre pressed a hidden button under one of the desks to reveal an elevator on the far wall. "You two take the elevator. It'll lead you to Mark." He didn't have to tell Razor twice, he was already in the elevator. "Where are you going?" Darien asked as he got in also. "To rescue the Titans. Listen, Razor, while I'm rescuing them, you defeat Mark. But I must warn you, he knows about you and Raven so he took her to his chambers and is keeping her locked up in there. Be careful and don't let him use her against you." With that word of warning, Kyre left.

"Ready?" Razor asked as Darien holstered his handguns. "Let's do it." The door closed as Razor pressed a button. "You and Raven huh? Eh, I leave you alone for a couple of months and you go and get yourself a girlfriend." Darien joked as the elevator moved. "Odin's here." The brown haired one stated coldly. "I know. I can feel his presence. He's on the top floor, but, we're not ready to fight him, are we?" "No, we'd lose. But we must stop him." "We need all of the weapons to combine them into the Universal Sword." "Doesn't matter. We won't have time to combine them. We need the Mark's sword and the other weapons to do it." "I found three while you were gone." "I have four myself. We're still short. Besides, in order to combine them we need the Goddess of Life to do it. We haven't found her." "I know, so maybe there's another way to beat him." "The only person ever to wound Odin was my father. And he died doing it. What makes you think we can beat him without the sword?" "We'll need Mark's half and your friends to do it. But I think we can pull it off." "Got a plan?" "If you could call it that."

The two laughed a bit to themselves, "Darien, listen, when we finish Odin, I think I'm going to stay here." "No need to explain." They both looked up to see the 28 light up. "Well, I guess the time is now." The door open to reveal a whole new setting. The rest of the building looked like a normal building. White walls, carpet floors, desks, people, everything that you'd find in a normal building if you took away all the bullet holes and soldiers. But this floor was creepy. The floor was a deep black tile. The walls were black tile as well. No soldiers were around to try and stop them. The stepped out and into the hallway and looked down both ways. There were several doors on both sides, probably lead to rooms used to discus business. Down the left side though, was two large golden doors on the side.

"That doesn't look suspicious." Darien smirked as the two strolled toward it. Guns were holstered, their body was at ease, their minds were focused, they knew now was the time. "You better take off your gun strap. We're going to be needing our armors and you know those handguns bother you when your breastplate covers them." Razor stated as they stopped in front of the door. Darien reached under his jacket and drew both handguns. "Point taken. I need to get a gun strap for my leg." He smirked as he dropped the guns. "Or stick with the machine guns. They seem to give Mark hell." Razor smirked as well.

Kyre dove into a group of men with his large sword. With mighty swings, he brought down each men with a single blow. "Idiots." He brought his eyes up to one of his targets, a huge steel vault that many would consider impenetrable. He knew it wasn't really a vault, but more of a prison. He raised his sword up as a gust of wind started to surround his blade. "Wind Blade!" He cried out as he brought his sword down and a strong blast of wind flew forward and collided with the steel vault. As the wind started to settled, he noticed that all he caused was the surrounding wall to become heavily destroyed and reveal the steel hidden underneath. "Damn." He cursed.

"Let's try a different technique." The blade started to glow a firry red as mana started to surround the blade. Heat started to rise from the blade, showing signs that it was ready to be used. He then thrust the sword into the vault, watching as it cut through like butter and melted the steel that it touched. He moved his sword around to cut out a doorway's pattern before pulling his sword out. Then, with another mighty gust of wind, blew the steel he cut out, out of his way. Acting as if it was nothing, he stepped through to find himself in a hallway surrounded by prison cells. "Not surprising they kept them locked up in here. If they put them near Darien and were able to team up with him, Mark be in a world of trouble." This of course, brought a smile to Kyre. He owed Mark for saving his life at one time, but he still wasn't going to allow him to bring destruction of a planet. Especially if they didn't deserve it.

He walked down cautiously, scanning each cell for Razor's friends. Coming to the fourth cell, he saw what he was looking for, the Teen Titans. They were still in the enchanted cage trying to get out. Beast Boy turning into a mouse to squeeze in between the bars but ends up getting thrown back by the barrier, Starfire and Blackfire throwing bolts at it like crazy, and Cyborg trying to punch through. Only Nightwing seemed to grasp that neither of them could get out unless they're let out. "Kyre!" Nightwing quickly shot up and took a stance, "When I get out of here, I'm going to make you pay!" "Relax, I'm here to set you free." He tried to calm down the Titan leader.

"You will do no such thing." Andreal's voice shout out from the entrance to the hallway. Kyre turned around to see Andreal and Calrestria, both ready to stop him in an instant. Before him, hordes of suits of armor carrying medieval weapons. Summoned by Andreal no doubt. "You two know you can't defeat me." Kyre warned, "So turn away and leave this place." "We will do no such thing." Calrestria snapped. The suits of armor charged Kyre in a desperate attempt to subdue him. With ease, he brought them down a handful at a time with each swing. None was able to get close enough to attack themselves because of the sheer length of his sword. "Let's see how well you fight when you are bound." Andreal laughed as rings of mana surrounded Kyre.

The rings suddenly retracted, wrapping themselves round Kyre, but as soon as they touched him, disbursed in a shower of sparks. "What?!" They were both shocked as Kyre held up his metal glove as a ruin appeared. It was probably the only piece of armor that didn't match the suit. "A gift from Razor's mentor back in the war. A glove infused with Dispel. Your conjuration won't affect me." "Then let's see how well you do against my Fire Wind." Calrestria pointed her staff at Kyre. A blazing fire circled around his body, heating up the suit of armor he wore. The smile that was on her lips quickly turned to horror as Kyre caused the flames to cease with a swing of his sword. The runes that was on the sword were glowing bright. They now knew that he was more then a match against them as long as he held that sword and glove.

"We'll spare your life now, traitor. But don't expect to be spared next time we meet." Calrestria hissed as Andreal said a little chant. In a flash of light, both girls disappeared. "Damn wenches." Kyre turned around and brought his sword across the bars in two gigantic swings, severing the iron barriers from the ceiling and floor. He then stepped through and approached the gave. "Everyone, back away." He ordered. Everyone did just as he asked. He thrust his left hand into the barrier, shattering the mana in a burst of sparks. "Now you can get through." He didn't even have to say it twice. Cyborg reared back his fist and punched with a tremendous force sending the cage wall flying toward Kyre, who in turn, sliced the wall in many pieces to avoid being hit.

"What are you doing helping us?" Nightwing growled as he drew his staff. "You know this man?" Starfire questioned. "The name's Kyre and yes, we know each other. We met a couple of days ago when him and the Dark Knight tried to subdue us. They both ended up defeated." Kyre answered truthfully. "You are the one who hurt them? Why would you hurt my friends!" Starfire readied a star bolt. "Calm down Star." said Beast Boy as grabbed her, "He's helping us. Not trying to kill Nightwing…are you?" "No, I'm setting you free. Now follow me. We must get out of here before this place turns into a war zone." "We're not leaving without Rae." Cyborg stated bravely. "I admire your courage but right now she is out of your reach. We must go." "Where is she?" "She's with Mark. Now come on." "We're getting her back!" Nightwing looked back at everyone to see them nod in agreement.

"If you go and fight Mark you'll only get in their way." "Their?" Everyone said at the same time. "Razor and his partner, Darien. They're going to confront Mark right now. So we should get out of here as soon as possible." "You're stronger then Razor, so why don't you go help them. They'll have a better chance." "No. He's more powerful then I ever was. He just hasn't realized his true potential yet. But, since he's fighting by a Light Knight, his power will be greater since their powers will compliment the other. Together, they possess a great threat even to Odin. So let's go before its to late." With that, Kyre started to leave. "Should we trust him?" Cyborg asked his best friend and leader. "We have to."

The strap of a large gun formed across Razor's shoulders with the gun against his back. Darien was beside him checking over his machine guns. "Ready?" The young Light Knight gave a nod as they opened the golden doors. There they saw a huge chamber with candles all around providing light to the place. In front of them was a red strip of carpet leading toward a small set of stairs. Three steps to be exact. The platform above the steps was decorated in a fine red carpet, the same red carpet found in the strip down below. Mark was up there as well, sitting on a throne. Behind him was Raven, chained by her hands and feet to the wall. Mouth was cover with duct tape to keep her from chanting her special words.

Mark stood up and walked diligently down the small set of stairs before stopping to face his most deadly opponents. "Where there is good, there is an evil." "Father would be proud to see you do what you're doing." Razor growled. "Father is dead, was to weak to fight my master." "Father is more powerful then me, you and Darien combined. He'd crush us if he was still alive." "Besides, our father was a disgrace to our clan. With so much power, he should have staged a grand war against the oppressive races on Lythia." "You are the disgrace! You let Odin take your dark power for the power of the shadow. You gave up the right to be called a Dark Knight." "Our clan is weak! Isn't that why you failed your team? Everyone died protecting your weak carcass. Everyone believed in you and you failed them. It was pathetic."

Darien felt angry for the words spoken from Mark, hence, as a member of the team. But the rage being felt by Razor was beyond words. "Shut up!" He yelled out as he quickly lifted the gun strap over his head and gripped the gun tightly, finger rested on the trigger. It took every ounce of willpower in his body to keep from pressing that trigger. "Time to finish what my master started…"