Fenrir here. Before we begin, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed and respond:

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Dante

Fox watched as the transport sped out of sight. The Commander's voice came over the Comm. "Fox, we're getting murdered out here! We have to pull back!" Fox ignored him. Falco's voice then came over the Comm. "We'll find a way to rescue her, Fox. But we gotta get out of here or we're all gonna get killed." Fox still said nothing. Falco got slightly annoyed. "C'mon, Fox!" Fox sighed. "Alright…"

(On board the transport)

Krystal got out of her Arwing and came face-to-face with about twenty humans armed with AK-47's. All pointed at her. She raised her paws slowly. As she looked at the humans, she felt something wasn't right. One human stepped to the front. He had a scrubby brown beard and cold, dark eyes that didn't seem to suit him. He chuckled softly to himself, then spoke to the others without taking his eyes off Krystal.

"Well, gentlemen," he said "Looks like we got the right one."

(Rockwell City, California)

In the living room of a large two-story house just on the edge of the city, two people watched the late breaking news of the capture of a Cornerian fighter pilot. One was a lean, slightly muscular human with lightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes and shoulder-length jet-black hair tied back in a ponytail. He also sported a thin goatee and three silver rings in each earlobe and wore a black sleeveless shirt, black jeans and black boots. His companion was a tall powerfully built avian with bright red-orange feathers that seemed to emanate a strange glow. He had bright yellow eyes and wore a plain white t-shirt, baggy brown pants and black boots. The avian looked at the human, who appeared to be lost in thought.

"Hey, Dante, you okay?" he asked. Dante continued to stare at the TV screen. "Dante?" Dante jerked out of his reverie and looked at his friend. "Something wrong, Phoenix?" he asked.

"Yeah, you looked like you were thinking so hard, I'm surprised smoke wasn't coming out of your ears. What's up?"

"Isn't this the first case of a Cornerian being captured?"

"Yeah…"

"Doesn't that strike you as odd at all?"

"Well it does seem weird for your military to do something like this. They just kill 'em."

"Exactly. Something doesn't feel right. Isn't the ship landing in the desert a few miles away from the city?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Dante got up and walked towards a closet. He pulled out a black trench coat and pulled it on. "I'm going to check it out."

"Want me to come with?" asked Phoenix. Dante strapped a samurai sword to his belt and said "I'll be alright."

"Suit yourself."

"If anyone asks where I am, tell them I went out to get some air."

"Whatever you say, boss."

"See you later." Phoenix gave him a brief wave as he walked out the front door. Dante walked over to a sleek black motorcycle in front of the house. He hopped on and blasted towards the city limits. He zoomed along until he saw a silver-grey transport ship landing a few yards away. He got off the motorcycle and watched the ship touch down. A ramp came down from the front and he saw several figures emerging. One, he saw, was a blue-furred vixen. Why does she look familiar? Dante thought to himself. Three humans detached themselves from the group and walked over. One of them had a scrubby brown beard. "Ah, hello Dante." he said.

"Captain Gowers." said Dante somewhat stiffly. "Oh, come on Dante. We're old friends. You can just call me Andrew." Dante nodded. "Nice try, demon." Gowers raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" "Please. I know for a fact that Captain Gowers' first name is Samuel." The fake Gowers scowled.

"Not bad." he said, this time in a low, ethereal voice. Gowers was replaced by an otherwordly creature that was black-purple in color and had skinny arms and legs. It had a long snout and blazing red eyes. "It doesn't matter what his name was. He tasted delicious all the same." Dante stared at the demon for a moment, then his hand flew to the hilt of his sword and he drew it and severed the creature's head. All in the space of about half a second. The other two humans had turned into demons and morphed dragonish wings from their backs. They jumped high and flew at Dante. Dante crouched and swung his sword in a wide upward arc as they descended, cutting them both cleanly in half through the waist. He got up and noticed the others had stopped to watch. And he knew full well that they were disguised demons. He raised his sword and rushed at them.

Fight scene next chapter. (Obviously.) Review pleeze!