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Chapter 3

"Do you think you're intimidating?" the human warlord demanded. "Do you think you scare me? You don't."

The human laughed loudly before he continued.

"I have an army. I have over five hundred soldiers who are willing to die for me. And Kahn has you. Do you know what you are? You are nothing."

The warlord took a sip of his liquor.

"Do you know what I think? I think the rumors are true. I think that Kahn has no army. I think he sent you in a vain attempt scare me back into service. Well, you can give a 'fuck you' to the emperor from me."

The warlord lifted a hand. One of his body guards came behind Reptile, a wiry noose slipping over the Raptor's throat. Reptile quickly lifted a hand over his throat, which prevented his immediate suffocation. He kicked back in his chair, rolling to the floor and tripping the guard who'd tried to kill him. Muscles in Reptile's throat expanded and retracted, forcing acidic saliva up. He spit the toxic ooze onto his opponents exposed face, the human falling to the ground and screaming in agony. Reptile scooped up a sword and impaled the first guard. He crushed the second guard's head under foot.

"Wait," the warlord whimpered. "Wait. I can pay you. I can give you anything you like."

Reptile swung the sword, severing his target's head from its body.

How Reptile missed those days when his life was simple. For as long as he could remember, he'd acted as an enforcer for Skull-mask. He killed those he was ordered to, usually rogue warlords vying for power or assassins that sought to do his master harm. But life had grown much more difficult in the blink of an eye. No longer did he have a fortress to retreat to or allies to fight with. And worse still, the void in his memories screamed importance. For the time, he decided to ignore that burning question, and worry about more immediate obstacles.

Reptile solved the first in a long list of problems quickly. He simply selected a particularly plump and wealthy looking human from the crowd and slipped behind her. His claws emerged from his cloak and cut the fat woman's change purse from her belt in such a swift movement, not a soul noticed.

Next, Reptile hurried off to a tavern. There, he'd gain both a drink to sooth his parched tongue and perhaps information.

Reptile pulled his hood down farther as he took a stool at the bar. "What'll it be?" the bartender asked.

"Anything," Reptile whispered. For a moment, he feared the baretender would find his voice suspicious. But the bartender who'd seen creatures of all walks of life, thought nothing of the hissing ascent. "What happened with them?" he asked innocently.

"Where have you been? Under a rock?" a patron to Reptile's side asked. "The Alliance had defeated Earthrealm and our champions. They were about to mark right into Edenia when the Dragon King showed up."

The Dragon King? Why did that sound so familiar to Reptile's ears.

"The Dragon Kind marches right into this realm. We'd all of been his slaves if not for Queen Sindel. She killed that bastard."

This was bade, Reptile thought. Skull-mask was dead. Soul-eater was dead. This, Dragon King, who ever he was, was dead. Reptile had no one to turn to.

"No-one move," barked a voice. Three figures, clad in Edenia Royal Guard armor burst into the doorway of the tavern. In front of them, Reptile shivered, was Green-staff. "This is a raid."

Reptile dove over the bar, simultaneously tearing off his cloak and throwing it at Green-staff as a distraction. "Stop it," she screamed, clawing the dirty fabric from her vision. She leapt over the bar and burst through the tavern's back door into an alley. "Damn it," Green-staff roared. "That thing couldn't have gone far. You two go that way. You two are with me. Search every house, under every hood. We need to catch that bastard."

Reptile watched as the soldiers disappeared from the alley, and then leapt down from above the doorway. The pigments in his scales and skin returned to their natural color; his back and arms green, and his underbelly tan. He was about to set off when he sensed a soothing presence behind him. He spun, his broad sword in hand, yet he did nothing but cut through empty air. Above him, a familiar vampire dove out of the air, her foot striking Reptile's chest. He was knocked to the ground, the vampire quickly upon him. She pinned his waist between her thighs and squeezed the air from his lungs. Strong hands clamped his mouth shut, preventing his spit from escaping. His broadsword was out of reach, though he still strained his arms to reach.