Grimmel and Chrono were making their way down the corridor with Ariel in Chrono's arms when suddenly the entire place shock.

"So much noise," said Grimmel. "Those fools had better be doing their jobs."

"I hate to say it, but I think this is the end for Dragon Killer," said Chrono.

"So long as the boss and I live Dragon Killer will to. Most of the men remain loyal to him but don't understand my way of thinking. Even though I respect the boss' will more any of them do." He then pulled out the containers he managed to collect. "So long as we have the finished product and the serum, I can bring us back from the brink of extinction. This little incident will make a good story for potential investors, we developed a drug that heroes are afraid of exactly the sort of thing their after. They'll finance it happily, and on that note, it's time to pull your weight temps."

The two of them had just walked past Twice and Turid.

"Okay," said Turid.

"You can leave it to us, Grimmel," said Twice.

Fat Gum had just taken down Wrath and Shield and was now cradling Red Riot in his arms.

"Red! Red Riot, can you hear me!" he yelled frantically. "Wake up!"

"Who… are you?" said Red Riot weakly.

"It's me Fat Gum, I had a shed a few pounds in that fight but come on!"

"Fat, I'll… protect you. I'll stay strong, I promise whatever it takes."

Fat Gum began to remember when Asmund introduced to him to both Ragnar and Dogsbreath.

"Asmund brought friends?" he said surprised as he ate a bag of cookies. "Didn't see that coming. I've seen the two of you fight before at the Thawfest Festival. You showed some real spirit out there, both of you. Asmund never does well there as he always ends up lost in his own head."

Proving his point was Asmund sitting quietly in a corner.

"Thanks, I did my internship with Fourth Kind, and he liked my attitude too," said Dogsbreath. "He said energetic employees were good for an agency's morale, but… that's all I am, and I want to be more than that. I want to be a hero that protects people with the strength of his spirit like Crimson Riot. That's why I bugged Asmund until he introduced me to you, I once bailed people in trouble because I was scared and if Ragnar hadn't jumped in knows what would have happened. But never again."

Fat Gum just looked down at Red Riot who was barely conscious and incapable of moving.

"I'll be like him… like Crimson," he said before he lost consciousness.

"You've done enough, more than enough," Fat Gum cried.

"It's not over," said a voice snapping Fat Gum out of it. Wrath had rose to his feet and looked as if he was ready for round two. "This is a battle to the death, and I'm not dead yet!"

'He's back up on his feet already?' Fat Gum stared. 'That barrier must have cushioned the blow somehow. I don't have any fat left, and I use all that stored power. What should I do?'

"There is a bad group where we can go and get ourselves patched up," said Wrath. "Bring that ki—bringing that man with you."

Fat Gum was completely taken aback. "Nice try."

"Do I seem like a guy that sets traps!"

"Wrath, stop listen to me," said Shield as he tried to stand. "It's my job to keep your recklessness under control. Do as I say!"

Wrath turned on him as he limped towards him, clutching his shoulder.

"Think about why he put you down here, you're a bloodthirsty beast that thrives on violence. You have a job to do and—"

Wrath clearly had heard nothing in him to the ground with his foot. "You don't even have enough strength left to put up a barrier. So shut it! Honestly, with his broken bones, I can't let my arms, so I'm wrecked too."

Fat Gum looked at the two of them, and it did seem as if they were both in worse shape than him. That said he wasn't just going to trust them as villains always had an ulterior motive.

"What is it that you want from us Wrath?" Fat Gum asked.

"I want a fight, to the death. I come from the world of MMA, you must have heard of it, right? A fight club where challenges can go all out with their powers. Most of my opponents went down after a single punch and then get back up, the ones who did just started begging for their lives. You know what that's like? Hoping for a challenge and always walking away unsatisfied?

"You're never more powerful than when your life is at stake! That's why the best fighters at deathmatch between equals! You guys were freaking awesome, especially the redhead! I really like his style. So let's have another match, you had better heal up because I'll kill you push or next time!"

"Don't you get it, you're going to be arrested and put in jail for this," said Fat Gum. "There is no next time! You and your friend are done, it's over."

"Who cares!" he said began to walk towards the door. "Nobody died, so it was a draw."

"That's not how it works! This isn't some fighting some ring!"

Fat Gum just continued to watch Wrath, even with both his arms broken he was still moving his strength was incredible.

'It's crazy, but I really think he means it. He so straightforward and single-minded, there's no way he has an ulterior motive. Either way, as beta as we are, it would be hard to catch up to Nighteye.' He then looked back at Red Riot and picked him up. 'I think I get it now Red. You were down yourself and desperate to change. Asmund saw that and brought you to me because he understood. He knows what it's like to be frozen by self-doubt.'

Wrath had reached the door and looked back at them. "I want to face you both again. I called him a kid, but I was wrong; he's a man."

Fat Gum wasn't going to argue. 'We both got banged up pretty good there, but we did it. And you've proven what you're capable of not only to me but more importantly to the enemy.'

Vemillion was still running down the corridors chasing after Grimmel.

"The boy that went ahead, alone he is not a threat, this is their main force," said Mimic looking at the other heroes and police. "The ones that I need to stop. My post will wear off soon, no choice but to do it now. We've left the old ways behind, and there's no going back, we can only move forward."

"Hurry!" Nighteye yelled. "We have to catch up to Macario fast!"

No one could disagree with that analysis, but sadly Mimic had other ideas.

"No, not again," Hiccup groaned. The entire corridor began to shake violently, and it wasn't just the walls it was also the ceiling and the floor. "The ceiling… the wall… everything."

"They're closing in fast!" the Commissioner yelled.

"He's trying to crush us," said Trapster.

"We'll be flattened like damn pancakes," said Rock Lock.

Fat Gum had managed to tend to Red Riot movements, there wasn't much he could do except for banding the wounds.

"It's not much, but these bandages should stop the bleeding at least," he said. "I hate to delay, but I should move them just yet."

"So can I fight him now?" Wrath asked.

"He's still unconscious!" He then looked at him curiously. "Hey, this may be a weird question for a hero to ask, but since we're getting to know each other. Why don't you tell me what you're doing running around with a small-time gang like this?"

"Because of Grimmel. He's the only person that I've ever lost to."

Fat Gum was rather shocked. "He beat you?"

"He came out of nowhere, saying that I should join his gang. Got real pushy about it too. I told him he could fight me for it. One second I was dead, the next I was back to normal, so I joined up challenged him five more times and lost every single match. That's why I am here because I still haven't beaten them yet."

Fat Gum stared. 'He lost? Five times? No way, as fast and powerful as Wrath is Grimmel can still take him?'

He then looked back at Wrath. "Your boss is obviously strong, but he left the fight to his underlings. Why not make a stand? Face us himself? It only other options are running or hiding. What does he want?"

Shield was in the room with them but tied up. "Nice try, hero. We're not going to tell you any—"

"To make the Dragon Killers powerful again," said Wrath.

"Wrath!" Shield roared.

Wrath ignored him. "I don't know the details, but I've heard him talking. They're looking to distribute something. Not sure what exactly, but apparently there's a lot of it."

"That's enough!"

"They need money to get the ball rolling," Wrath continued. "And once they've got the cash, the day it all goes down won't be far behind."

Grimmel and Chrono were still making their way down the cordon could feel the building shake.

"The building shaking," said Grimmel.

"Mimic is usually so careful," said Chrono Sounds like he's finally getting serious."

Mimic was trying to crush the heroes and the police within the corridor.

"Rock Lock, do something!" Nighteye yelled.

"Stop giving orders! This is all your fault, listening to you is what got into this mess!" said Rock Lock and then placed his hand against the wall. "This ought to do it!" He then twisted his hand, and immediately the wall stopped moving. "Once I got something down, it ain't going anywhere."

Rock Lock then began to do the same would be a wall quickly looked back at the others. "Come on, let's go! This stretch and stretch around any more it's narrow but deal with it! How it is strong, but it can only hold so many spots, I'm already hitting my limits."

The heroes and the police began making their way down the sealed corridor, much to Mimic's annoyance.

"I can't let them through! I won't let them through!" he roared.

"What's the spotlighting lockdown!" Rock Lock warned as shooting towards them was a wall.

Hiccup quickly took off and punched it with all his strength allowing them to push forwards.

'He barrows from the wall then concentrate on one spot and attacks,' said the Commissioner. "It's like fighting a rabid mole."

"Shame we lost Fat's team, this will be a lot easier with them here," said Rock Lock looking at Trapster. "Don't you think?"

"Obviously!" Trapster started began looking around for any trace of Mimic. 'He's pinpointing our location, where is he watching from? Inside the wall?'

"We're not making any progress here," said Rock Lock. "He just keeps cornering us."

Mimic was starting to get annoyed. "The boost won't last much longer, can't let them through."

He started creating more walls and began shooting them towards, but every time Hiccup smashed through them with either a plasma blast or his fists.

"This kid is persistent," he growled.

Hiccup was exhausted. 'I'm not getting anywhere.'

'Hiccup, it's not advisable that you keep on blasting your running low on power,' Toothless warned.

Hiccup knew he was right, he needed to save as much power is necessary when they confront Grimmel.

'Scarlett and her team…' said Hiccup clenching his fist. 'The police and other heroes who came to help… Fat Gum and his team… they helped us get this far.'

He then stood up straight and activated his holo blade and shield. "I won't let you stop us now!"

He then sliced right through the wall heading towards them, the moment he did, he stared at the wall which attracted. Everyone looked around and saw that the entire corridor had opened up to form a much larger area.

"It opened up," said Hiccup.

"What you think they're planning time?" a policeman asked.

Then suddenly the ground beneath them began to rise as large stone walls began cutting themselves off from one another. Rock Lock was trapped by himself and Hiccup would been crushed if Trapster hadn't grabbed him in time leaving the police and Nighteye by themselves.

"Thanks for the save," said Hiccup.

"Don't worry about it," said Trapster and then frowned. "Why would they bother separating us now, though?"

"You guys okay on that side!" Rock Lock yelled.

"We're good Rock Lock," said a policeman.

"At least we can hear each other," said Nighteye.

"Guess they could flatten us so now they're splitting us up."

"I'm just happy that were standing on stable ground now."

"I suspect something nefarious is at play here," said Nighteye. "They have a plan. Stay alert and prepared for anything."

"Yeah, yeah, we heard you," said Rock Lock rolling his eyes. He then suddenly send someone behind him and quickly turned. "Who are—" He then quickly raised his hand in time for it to be stabbed by Turid's knife. "Time to lock you down."

He then used his powers to lock the knife in place, preventing Turid from escaping.

"You're with the League, aren't you?" he said, punching her.

However, when his best mate contacted turned out that she was made of mud, she was nothing more than one of Twice's clones. The real Turid was directly behind him, and she quickly placed a hand over his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Shh," she whispered into his ear. "Afraid not." She then stabbed him with her knife. "Today am a proud member of the old school Mafia. A nasty little gangster girl, one who is out for blood."

Trapster heard Rock Lock goes silent. "Rock, what's wrong?"

"Step back, I've got this wall," said Hiccup.

Seconds later he bussed right through the wall connecting them with Rock Lock.

"Rock Lock!" Hiccup yelled.

Eyes widened when they found Rock Lock lying on the ground with blood pouring out of his side, but if that wasn't confusing enough another Rock Lock was standing over the body.

"Hey, this impostor clones just appeared out of nowhere and attacked me," he said, looking at the two of them. "Be careful! I bet there's more enemies nearby."

Trapster examined the body and noticed the wound. 'He was stabbed?'

Rock Lock turned to Hiccup. "Hiccup, you are okay?"

"I'm good, but we should keep moving."

Trapster quickly turned to Rock Lock. 'A knife wound and an impostor.'

Rock Lock then suddenly drew out a knife and Trapster quickly activated his ability. "We were wrong!"

Rock Lock and suddenly transformed into Turid, who was wearing nothing but a bodysuit.

"It's Turid!" Hiccup yelled quickly jumping back narrowing dodging the knife.

"That's me!" she smiled viciously. "Your darling in the flesh." She then quickly rested her blade towards him, and he quickly sidestepped away. "You remember me, you have no idea how happy I am to see you again. Come here, let's get closer Hiccup."

Trapster quickly wrapped his scarf around her waist, pulling her away from him. 'This is bad, but maybe we can stop here.' He then glared up at her. "This is as far as you go!"

Turid glared at him and then quickly pulled on the scar, allowing herself to flip directly over him. She then plunged the knife into his shoulder.

"Trapster!" Hiccup yelled.

Trapter then quickly pulled out his own knife and swung it at her, but she somersaulted out of the way. She then skidded across the ground, and a wall came crashing down, blocking her from view.

'A coordinated attack, the League and the Mafia are working together,' he said, looking deeply troubled. 'That's why they separated us, it was the League's turn to step in.'

Hiccup rush towards him. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, focus on helping Rock Lock and get the other night," said Trapster as he sheathed his blade. "I've heard that Turid's power users blood somehow."

"Yes, sir," he nodded and quickly grabbed the knife.

'I never imagined that they would combine their forces after their first meeting ended in bloodshed. Plus, Krogan doesn't seem like the kind of person who wants to submit to anyone.'

Hiccup recognised that transformation from Provisional Hero License Exam. 'That transformation, the way that her body melted, it was just like the exam. This is insane League of Villains what are they up to?'

Turid was panting heavily as she reached for her clothes which she discarded earlier. 'I'm so glad I came.'

A few days earlier, Krogan and Grimmel were discussing their alliance though Krogan still hated the idea of them working together.

"So do you ever play Maces in Talons?" Grimmel asked as he moved a piece on the board.

"No," said Krogan folding his arms. "Viggo does, but I see very little use of moving pieces of marble on a game board."

"Well, it's your move," said Mimic.

Kroagn ignored him and looked at Chrono. "Take it away, I don't even know the rules."

"Have an open mind, view this as a learning experience," said Grimmel as he leaned back on his sofa. "It will help you understand the bigger picture."

"Huh?"

"Maces in Talons is an interesting day because unlike chess it's more realistic. You can capture or execute the pieces you capture, do precision strikes that can wipe out your enemy and can even discuss trading important pieces. I want Viggo or Ryker or Turid or maybe Twice. I do not feel at ease when they're doing your bidding."

Krogan narrowed his eyes. "Those are useful players, you want to clip our wings. But those four or the cornerstones of my group. You can't have them all."

"Then how will we build trust? Right now there's ill will between us. Still, I told you everything about my plan. You have to offer something valuable in return, and your members are important to you, aren't they?"

Back in the present, Nighteye and the police were now facing against Twice and Wrath, who had to be one of Twice's clones.

"I don't like this Krogan," he said as they entered and then the door closed behind them. "I'm super pumped being here!" He then looked directly at Nighteye, "Man, I didn't expect them to send some suit after us. You look like a freaking desk jockey. Don't underestimate the Mafia jackass! Let's fight! Go get them big bro Wrath!"

Wrath's clone then immediately charged them swinging his fists towards Nighteye, but he quickly ducked and then performed a perfect leg sweep knocking him off his feet. The only thing he was able to do with graze his body tearing a portion his suit.

"You grazed my body," said Nighteye. "Impressive."

He then suddenly tossed something other clone and seconds later he was sent flying and smashed right through the wall.

"Holy crap," said a policeman. "What did he just throw?"

"These high-density personal seals on my support items," said Nighteye holding a few seals between his fingers. "Each weighs about five kilograms. Quite fitting aren't they? A humorous accessory for my stiff persona. I made a prediction and acted upon it accordingly. Perhaps unable to move faster in close combat because I've seen the choices of so many different people, but I could not have predicted this. I do think the infamous League of Villains would stoop to joining forces with the Mafia."

Twice watched as his clone turned to mud. "He melted. These monsters are useless!"

Nighteye wasn't quite done with him and tossed his stamps, tearing his mask.

"Damnit, you bastard!" Twice roared and quickly ran off down the corridor.

Nighteye attempted to chase after him, but a wall slammed in front of him cutting off his access.

"The wall was way too fast, you Mafia thug!" Twice yelled, looking up at the wall. "If you are taking any longer I would have been toast. What happened to helping each other out? You still sleeping on the job?"

Twice then filled his knees and clutched his face. 'This is bad, my mask got torn in the fight. No, no, I can't do this!' He was now suffering from a massive headache due to his split personality disorder. 'My head is splitting. Oh, yeah! I'm gonna tear apart! You'll be fine. I need to fix this mask before I split in two!'

Then suddenly he felt someone wrapping a scarf over his torn mask, he looked up and saw that Turid was kneeling in front of him.

"You should be whole now that you're covered up again," she said.

"Turid?" he stared.

"We're working so hard to help these gangsters, but they're kind of useless, huh?" Turid grumbled knowing very well that Mimic was listening on their conversation.

"Marry me," said Twice. "You are the devil."

Mimic was starting to lose his temper. "These kids are completely off their rockers."

"I know you've got to be hurting," said Turid cupping his face. "You feel the most responsibility for Big Sis Mag's death, and it's getting you down. But you've got to be a good, bad guy and power on through so that we can do what we came here to do, okay?"

"Wifey."

"It's got to be rough in your head, so sad. But if this whole team up fails now, we won't get our reward."

Several days earlier, Krogan had returned to the hideout to fill them in with his meeting with Grimmel.

"You want us to work with Dragon Killer?" said Twice.

"Yeah, why do I have to keep repeating it?" said Krogan looking annoyed. "Their plan has some serious potential, so from today on Turid and Twice will be mafia members."

"I do not find this joke humorous," said Twice. "That's humorous, Krogan."

"They wanted Viggo and Ryker too, but I held my ground. Ryker has his own job to do so there's no way I can spare him it's too important, and Viggo is going to be a little busy with Compress' arm. There is an underground route you can take—"

Twice then suddenly grabbed his shoulder. "What are you thinking with this crap! Stop pretending that everything is cool! Why are you letting beak based loser give you orders! He killed Big Sis Mag, and he took Mr Compress' arm! Did you just forget? And it's all my fault, I brought him to meet with you."

Twice then removed his mask, revealing his anguished face. "I may be a villain, but I human too. We all are man! Come on, Turid, don't you agree with me?"

"The question that I got you you Krogan is what we mean to you?" Turid asked as she jumped off the desk she was sitting on. "To me, the League is a place where I feel at home." She then began spinning around like a ballerina. "I joined you because of Mr Flighmare to make the world a place where I can do whatever I want and live freely. It would be such a bummer to get distracted from my goal." She then placed her knife next to Krogan's neck. "I guess what I'm wondering is why should I do something I don't want to do with people I want to cut?"

Krogan looked at her. "It's simple because this is for all of us. They want to keep the League in check so they'll try to win you to over little by little. I want you to infiltrate them, flatter them, but never forget that there beneath us." He then looked at Twice. "Twice, you said that they had to pay for what they did. I'll make sure they do. This will work, I believe in you guys."

'Krogan, I do not know every detail of your plans, but all that matters is that you said that you believe in us,' said Twic. 'I'll do this because I am my own man.'

'I'll act as I please and stab anyone,' said Turid.

'All I have to do is whatever I want,' they said.

Twice then looked up at the wall. "Now I understand why the Mafia is dying out."

"Yeah, they really are hopeless losers," Turid nodded and pulled down her eyelid. "Because your real leader is a bedridden old man. I can't imagine anyone more worthless than that!"

Mimic finally lost his temper, and then the entire selection of cartels began to shake violently once again.

"Big Bro Mimic sure gets mad easily!" said Twice.

"The windiest guys always happy worst tempers!" Turid mocked.

Then suddenly, the ground beneath them opened up and began falling.

'Turns out the heroes on the ones need beating up the most,' said Twice as he slid down.

'They probably reject us if we asked,' said Turid.

'Yeah so…'

'Just for now…'

'We'll make you play nice for us.'

"Crush and kill them all!" Mimic roared.