SLAM. With a humungous explosion and a thud we landed. In the middle of a raging ice storm and onto a rocky ledge. I was face down in the snow, yet fully aware of my surroundings. I got up, and in the dark I could see peices of the vehicle sacttered around, as well as shards of pure eco. I began to pick them up. I had to get back to Haven. Whatever it takes.

Janovah: HEY!! Is anyone out there?
Sig: Over here!

I turned in another direction and I saw Sig, Sli, and Torn standing together. We were all slightly injured, just bumps and bruises. Pim, Ome, and Jinx were nowhere in sight. Then we heard gowling sounds. We turned to the source of the sound-a pack of metal heads. They were thirsty for blood. I ran back to the group-big mistake. Soon the pack had us backed to the edge of the ledge...We were doomed. Wait-Where was Daxter?

Daxter: Hey, metal monkeys! Over here!

Daxter was behind the pack, doing a little dance.

Daxter: Yeah, you don't want those skinny dudes! You want ME!!
Janovah: Daxter is using himself as LIVE BAIT! How brave!

Indeed it was working. Because now the metal heads were fixed on Daxter. We had to fight. I pulled out one of my curved, red blades, the only weapon that didn't get knocked off during the fall. Torn pulled out his knife. Sig cocked his Peace Maker. Sli had on a pair of gloves with blades on the knuckles.

Janovah: CHARGE!!!!

We ran foward, weapons ready. We came closer to the pack that was now charging at us. We collided...I stabbed a Metal Head in the neck...There were seven left. Torn sliced the throat of another, Sig fried one with his Peace Maker, and Sli stabbed hers with her blades. There were now three left, all of which surrounded me.

Torn: Kill them, Sig!
Sig: I can't! I could hit Janovah!

I got two into a ferocious headlock and stabbed one in the neck. Then threw the other back and effectively stabbed it in the stomach. The last one grabbed onto my back and began punching my head. It was agony, I was going dizzy. I gripped my knife and gritted my teeth. I collasped to my knees, and then on my stomach. The metal head rolled off. I got to my knees again, and the metal head pounced with extreme force. I was on my back, I tried to strangle it and keep it from killing me. But its fist kept coming down on my face. I tightened the grip on my knife, and tried to stab it. It grabbed the blade of the knife, pulled me upward towards its face and it made an antagonizing face. But then I sliced my knife free, and in a dizzy blur I whipped my knife through its neck like butter. I finally got up, and saw the fruits of my efforts. I had cut off its head.

Torn: Jan!! LOOK!!

I looked to where Torn was pointing. A large Air Train was coming our way. It backed to the edge of the ledge. Freedom League Guards rushed out and began to load it. It was over, This leg of the journey was done. The ice had stopped falling. I found Torn standing near the edge of the ledge. I went up to him.

Torn: You look terrible.
Janovah: Thanks!
Torn: I've never seen anyone fight so deftly.

I smiled. We stood close.

Torn: Are you ready for what's next.
Janovah: Nobody is ever ready.

We leaned in, and we kissed. His lips were warm on mine...The wind blew triumphantly, singing victory. But there was more to be done...Torn put his familiar warm hand on my face...It was time to finish this, once and for all.

THE END