Rail was still up on the hills, his men gunning down the Metal-Heads that continued to rush him. He had kept a near continous rotation of men on the front lines. All of his soldiers had been on the front lines twice and they cotinued to hold back the Metal-Heads but they were starting to tire. Torn's airborne assault had shaved off most of the weaker Metal-Heads but that left Rail to deal with the larger Metal-Heads who were starting to seriously threaten Haven's position. More than once Rail himself had leapt from his place atop a boulder he found and rallied the troops for a charge but now the lines were finally getting threatened. Rail then was almost releived when Drakken showed his face from the bowels of the Wastelands. Rail knew exactly what to do.

"FALLBACK!" he yelled to his men. "OUR JOB'S DONE GET BACK TO YOUR TRANSPORTS AND HEAD HOME!" His men, not needing anymore encouragment ran. Rail was with them, flinging Peace Maker gernades over his shoulders to stem the advancing Metal-Heads. A few minutes of a blind charge away from the battlefield and they found their transports warm and waiting for them. One by one the transports filled and flew back to Haven City. Rail ran to his own hovercraft and flew high in the sky to find Ashelin and Jak.

Torn was also giving the retreat. He ordered all Hellcats to drop the last of their payloads at once and then start the flight back to Haven. Needless to say their retreat was very easy but it was hard to keep several hundred KG Hellcats together in formation. There was once last tremendous blast and the Hellcats departed.

Drakken stood alone in the valley; his dark towering body casting an evil shadow over the mountains themselves. Jak and Ashelin saw this and each knew what had to be done.

"I'm up," said Jak as he took the crusier down to the valley floor.

"Jak," said Ashelin. "Be careful..." and she flew away.

Jak looked up at Drakken, fear taking over him. The monstrous dragon Metal-Heads made Kor look like a puppy. The most distingushing feature was his Skull Gem. It was bright red, unlike the yellow of normal Metal-Heads, and was embedded in his chest. And if the sight of this thing wasn't enough to bring the bravest man to his knees his voice was.

"WHO DARES CHALLENGE ME AND MY ARMY!" roared the behemoth. He looked around and finally saw Jak. The small 6' 5" frame being standing, his arms at his side, in front of the 15' monster. Suddenely he changed into the Dark Gaint. He now stood at 15' and was eye level with Drakken, his razor teeth bared.

"ME!"

For a split second Drakken stared at the monster who stood before him. Then he hissed in hatred and roared.

"DARK ONE! LONG HAVE I HEARD OF YOUR COMING. IT IS SAID YOU WILL BE MY END NOW WE SHALL SEE!" And with those words Drakken lunged at his horned head struck DarkJak in the stomache. DarkJak slumped but was on his feet in a second. DarkJak made a swipe at Drakken's head but Drakken stepped back in time. DarkJak wasn't fooled though as he spun and used his momentum to slam Drakken's head back with his second fist. Drakken was hardly effected by the punch as he grabbed DarkJak's wrist and flung him into a mountainside. He walked towards DarkJak and grabbed him by the troat and began squeezing. DarkJak clawed helplessly for Drakken exposed throat but he couldn't reach it. Drakken tightened his grip but finally DarkJak's hands found something. DarkJak grabbed Drakken's wrists and his claw-like hands dug into his enemies wrists ripping the tough leathery skin and letting the Dark Eco, the lifeblood of this creature, flow out like a river. DarkJak was able to break his opponents grip but only for a moment. The Dark Eco flowing in Jak's veins gave him accelerated healing but it did the same with Drakken. Drakken was in the fight again. DarkJak was starting to worry but he also knew he had one slight advantage over Drakken. Drakken knew that this creature could be his downfall and that scared him. In his own dimension he was all powerful but here in this, plane of existence, his power was greatly limited. DarkJak knew though that here HE was the god and that HE was the all-powerful one and he intended to use that sense of clarity to it's maxium. DarkJak stared at Drakken with hatred blazing in his pitless black eyes and leapt. His leg musceles released like springs as he shot through the air and collidided with the god of the Metal-Heads's stomache and knocked them both to the ground. DarkJak went berserk at that moment. Claws hacking, teeth biting, and legs kicking at anything they could get a hold of. He would die here decided DarkJak. Drakken would die amongst the bodies of his, now scattered and defeated army. Drakken would die and Keria would be saved and this would all just go away. Normally this violence would've made any lesser being die with as little pain as possible and just pray that DarkJak finish them quickly. Drakken refused to admit that though. The bemouth finally fought DarkJak off but for Drakken it may have been better to let DarkJak go at him longer because Drakken was against the back of the moutains and one KG group hadn't left with the rest.

Sig and his men had been burning trails into the bases of the mountains to lay their charges. They had been told to retreat but Sig was a Wastelander and he took orders from himself only. From his comm he could see the battle raging and he saw all of the Metal-Heads run for the hills when their ruler showed up and now Sig saw Drakken leaning against the mountains that he had been told to collapse and he felt it was time to follow orders.
"BURN 'EM!" yelled Sig to the men manning the charges. His boys hit the charges and ran. Outside there was a dulled explosion and the mountain began to fall.

Darkken had no time to react. In moments the mountain was upon him. DarkJak stared at the rocks, catching his breath waiting to see what would happen. Jak regained control and DarkJak was back in his cage. Moments later however there was a rumbling. The ground began to shake Jak's eyes widened and mouth gaped.
"No..." said Jak. "No no no no no no." The pile of rubble that crushed Drakken was thrown away and the god was back on his feet.

"YOU INSOLENT FOOL!" he screamed in his terrible and awesome voice. "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME!" Drakken lifted one of the pieces of the mountain and threw it where Jak was standing. He was already running. Ashelin's Hellcat swooped down and Jak caught on to the wing and climbed in. He collapsed in the back, passed out cold. Then they began their long flight back to Haven City with Drakken's laugh ringing in his ears.