Chapter 2

A cloaked figure rushed through the shadows. His breathing was labored and heavy. The howls and shrieks of his pursuers was all that gave him the strength to continue on. He dashed through the underbrush as fast as his four legs would go, thankful that his relatively small size allowed him to dash through the forest without much effort. Those chasing him, however, were severly hindered by the plants. The cloaked figure continued onwards. He stopped to catch his breath. Several demons burst from the trees. they growled mennaceingly at himas they approached.

"No... I... won't... go... down.. without... a fight," the figure panted.

As the demons drew closer, he coughed and a fireball shot out his mouth. It nailed one in the chest and incinerated it. A blob of venom flew from he trees and melted another one. Both sides looked in time to see a black dragoness leap from the trees and slice down remaining demons in a whirlwind of claws. she landed right next to the hooded figure.

"What would you do without me?" She asked as the demons disappeared. The others in the pack heard the commotion and started to head towards the duo.

"I probably have no reason to live without you, Cynder. Let's get out of here!" He hastily answered.

"Right behind you, Spyro."

The draconic duo took off, hoping to lose their pursuers. Lucky for them, a certain pack of devil hunters and dimension hoppers were right in their escape path.

After Vergil and Trish showed back up, we decided to head out. We geared up and went outside to our transportation. I would be flying up above and scouting for danger thanks to my flame wings (Creativity plus elemental powers equals unstoppability) while the remainder of the gang would be down on the ground on their bikes. I started in the direction of the portal and the other followed. we were making good time until I saw some commotion do below.

"Hey guys. There's something up ahead. Get ready," I said into the micrphone of the headset I had put on to stay in touch with them. I swooped closer to the ground, trying to get a good look at what was going on. I couldn't believe my eyes. Before me, rushing towards the rest of the group, was two dragons one black, one cloaked. And behind them, was the biggest horde of demons I have ever seen.

"OH SHIT! Guys, huge horde of demons chasing two friendly dragons. Get ready!" I yelled into the mike.

I fell from the sky as I drew my weapon. I engulfed my self in flames and crashed into the enemies. The two dragons started and looked back. Their jaws dropped as they gazed upon the sight of me standing in the crater, flames billowing around me. I swished my sword throught the air as the remaining demons stumbled to a stop.

"Aright. Who's first?" I asked as I summoned my second blade, Wyrmbane, to my hand. Both sides charged forward, eager for blood. The others pulled up just in time to witness the beginings of a blood bath.

"What the hell is that kid?" Spyro asked.

"That's what I wanna know," Dante said with an air of amazement.

Spyro and Cynder jumped, being to stunned by my performance to have noticed the others.

Spyro placed himself in beteween the humans and Cynder. "Who are you," He growled.

"Chillax. We're not gonna hurt you. We're actually here about these demons. They've been absent for a while so we started to get worried," Dante explained. "Then this guy show up and brings a horde of demons to my front steps. After he kicked their asses back to hell, he asked for some help taking care of a problem. We had nothing better to do so we agreed and then we ran into you guys. Speaking of, who are you?"

"I'm Spyro." He said taking the hood of his cloak off. "And this is my mate, Cynder."

"Hey! Less talky, more helpy!" I yelled.

There were hundreds of demons resembling overgrown lizards that had blades at their leg joints and all of them were trying to rip me limb from limb.

*Cue FF7's boss theme "Those who Fight Further"*

They swarmed towards me. I cut them down with practiced swings from both my swords. I lunged, swinging both blades in a figure eight in front of me. Dozens were sliced to bits. I stopped and charged up a burst of energy. I let it loose in the form of a shockwave that decimated even more. I took a survey of the battlefield and saw that the rest of the party heard me and had joined in. Indy was alternating between crushing enemies with his club and shooting dark beams from his hand. Dante was sliding across the ground on top of one of them spinning in a circle and firing his guns off and taking them out in great numbers. Vergil was to much of a blur and I couldn't make out what he was doing. The girls were back to back, Trish using her lightning powers while Lady made short work of her foes using the blade and rockets of her massive weapon. Spyro and Cynder were in the air unleashing bursts of fire, earth, lightning, venom, wind and some wierd red pulse at the horde. I grinned at the sight of the carnage and rejoined. I cut down several of the lizards preparing to leap into the sky to try and take down our airial allies. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down to see a blade protruding from my stomach.

"No!" Cynder cried as she saw what happened to me.

I reached down to touch the blade. With my other hand, I swept one of my blades an inch off my back, severing the blade from its owner. I yanked the blade from my lower torso and whirled arround. I chucked the blade straight through his head and hit a demon sneaking up on Indy. He heard it hit the ground and turned to yell his thanks to me.

"Anytime!" I yelled back and continued to fight. I paused and focused magic onto my blade. "Drain," I whispered and felt the magic take effect. I cleaved through a demon who was trying to make the best of a seemingly defenseless target. His life energy coarsed through my blade to my hand and flowed down to the hole in my belly and sealed it up. "Mystic Knight, at its best," I smirked and kept slashing away. A surge of energy enveloped everybody except Indy and caused us to fade out. Indy was left standing in the middle of the horde, one hand raised up in front of his face. He suddenly leapt up into the air several hundred feet and pointed his hand down. "Cero," He said and the entire battlefield exploded in a defeaning blast of pure energy. What had been left of them from our onslaught just simply ceased to exist. Indy landed at the same time the rest of us phased back in.

All of our companions were completely speechless but the display of power. None of them in all of their fights and adventures seemed to have experienced the power of a limit.

"What the hell did you just do?" Vergil asked with a stunned expression breaking through his usual emotionless mask.

"Focus Limit. I can only obtain it if I fell seveal dozen enimies without getting touched. The flashier the kills, the quicker it charges. There's also Fury Limits, which are usually linked to emotions or involve getting severly wounded. However your will to live has to very greatly out weigh your fatal wounds. I'd advise against trying to triger these as I've only seen it done once. And I'll never forget how ridiculously over-powered it is," Indy explained while giving me a knowing look.

The othes caught it and only became more curious.

"Something happen between you two?" Lady asked.

"It's another story for another time," I simply answered.

The others accepted that as I wasn't going to talk about it now.

"While we're on the subject of explaining, what are you two doing here? No offense, but you two dragons don't seem to fit in here," I piped up.

"I thought that something was wrong," Cynder huffed. "We were enjoying some alone time and then a wierd swirl of light appeared underneath us. It blinded us and when it wore off those things saw us and started chasing us. And then we ran into you guys."

"Hope you don't mind me asking, but what's with the cloak. I doubt you needed it for alone time," Indy asked.

Both of them blushed before Spyro answered. "Well you see, we were responsible for the end of a thousand year war and the salvation of the world. So you could probably guess that we have some crazy fans that are a little obnoxious. The cloak was neccesary for me to get out of the city without a horde of fans because unlike Cynder, I can't merge with the shadows and move unbidden. Wierdly enough, those things," He points at what remained of our skirmish." Are easier to deal with than crazed fans."

"I know what you mean," Dante said with a wary glance at Indy who was using the exposition as a distraction so he could sneak up on Dante.

"So what are you two going to do now that you know that you're no longer in your own world," Lady asked.

"I don't know," Spyro said. "We're obviously going to try and make it back to our own world. Any idea how we can accomplish that?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that. But I can assure you that if you stick around me and Indy long enough, you'll find a way home. We have a tendency to run into dimensional rifts whether we want to or not," I supplied.

"Just what DO you for a living," Trish asked.

"Basiclly your job on steroids and crystal meth. Any other questions?"

"No. Let's get going," Vergil said.

We moved out, this time with three scouts in the air.

*Meanwhile*

Two figures stood on a field that strecthed as far as the eye could see and then some. One resembled a giant stone angel with a gaping hole in it's chest and three eyes, the other a short dinosaur in a cloak holding a scepter.

"Are you sure this plan will work?" the wizard asked.

"Of course. While they are together, those six heroes are strong, they aren't a match for our combined forces. In fact, the son of sparda has only defeated me once. And he had to use all of his father's power to do so."

"Yes, you have a good point. And with my magic augmenting your demons and my troops, they won't stand a chance."

We decided to stop for the night not long after our new party members joined. While they weren't admiting it, they were worn out from all the running they had to do before they met up with us. While flying does take less energy in a fleeing scenario, due to the heavy vegatation they weren't ble to take off. I took first watch alongside Vergil. I entered a meditive trance and observed the auras of everything around me. So in simpler terms, I slept while he did all the work. A sharp jab in my side woke me up as I toppled over. I reacted with a 360 leg sweep that knocked my assailent off their feet. As I leapt up to my feet I summoned Flamestar to my hand. I looked down to see an enraged Vergil.

"What the hell?! I was waking you up because you were asleep. Why'd you hit me?" He snarled.

"Sorry. Reflexive habit."

"Well, don't do it again. In case you don't remember, I still have a reason to kill you."

I gulped as I remembered.

"It won't happen again, sir."

"Well anyway. I was going to suggest we switch shifts, but since you've been asleep I think you should stay out here and finish out the night. And don't fall asleep this time."

Vergil kicked Dante in the side to wake him and then he sat down and closed his eyes. Dante looked at him an angered expression and scooted over to me.

"What the hell is his problem," he asked.

"It's your shift and I might have fallen asleep while on duty," I explained with a chagrinned expression.

Dante sighed and shook his head in exasperation.

"Dumbass. Are you purposely giving him reasons to kill you?"