A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update this. It's been around five or six months or so. :P Anyway, here it is. R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Booster.
Chapter 7: A Plan in Action
"What? You mean actually transform?" Moordry said, stunned. He was barely ahead of Artha's shock.
"WHAT? Moordryd can't be the Dragon Booster, he…he…."
"Listen. There is a good reason for this," Connor said.
"I hope so," Artha muttered and crossed his arms.
"Deth will be following your body Artha, and people will start to wonder why this huge warrior is hunting you down. It will make more sense if they see him hunting the Dragon Booster, right?" Connor said to everyone, and looked at Moordryd's body, sitting atop Beau. Artha fumed silently in Moordryd's body. "And, the suit will protect Moordryd, will protect your body, if Deth manages to hit him with his mag energy."
"Well, fine…" Artha agreed, not wanting his body to get hurt or anything. He did have to use it later.
"I might get hit?" Moordryd said incredulously.
"Only if you're too slow," Lance smirked. Moordryd glared at him.
"Enough of this. You all know what you have to do. Kitt, make sure Moordryd doesn't do anything as the Dragon Booster that would hurt the Dragon Booster's reputation." Kitt nodded seriously at Connor's words. "Artha, get the gear, and somehow get into Word's citadel. Parm, do you really think you can make the calculations and…"
"Of course, why, I think I nearly got…"
"Good." Connor interrupted what promised to be another boring speech from Parm. Parm sulked. "Go, now." They all nodded, even Moordryd did, rather dully. They turned their dragons and prepared to race off. "What are you doing?"
They all stopped when they heard Connor. "What?" Artha asked.
"You two can't take each other's dragons." Connor said as if it were too obvious. Moordryd and Artha looked at each other. They were on their own dragons. But Moordryd had to transform as the Dragon Booster and couldn't take Decepshun. Similarly, Artha couldn't take Beau down to the Dragon Eye compound. They would go nuts.
"Well then, get off of my dragon," Moordryd smirked.
Artha blinked. "What? Your dragon?" Connor shook his head at Artha. Artha took a deep breath to control his anger at Moordryd, then dismounted. Moordryd dismounted as well, rather pleased with himself. Beau looked at Moordryd's moping body and allowed Artha's body to mount.
"Well, stable brat, I'll see you later. I guess I'll just have to show Dragon City how a real hero acts." Moordryd said. Though everyone knew that could never happen, it irritated Artha to no end. Moordryd got as close as he ever would to giggling, then sped off on Beau. Kitt rolled her eyes, then quickly followed.
Artha turned to his father. "Moordryd…he…and Beau…and ugh!" Artha broke off fuming and climbed onto Decepshun's saddle. "Moordryd's gonna make the 'Dragon Booster' look like a total idiot!"
"Now how do you know that?" Parm asked from Cyrano's saddle as he walked up to stand beside Decepshun.
"What else is he going to do?" Artha asked in return.
Lance rested his chin in his hand as he leaned on his elbow. "Then you should make Moordryd look like an idiot."
"…I could!" Artha mused, rubbing Moordryd's chin.
Connor addressed the pondering Moordryd, "Artha, you can't make anyone suspicious. It'll just be more difficult to get the gear from Cain."
"I won't act that much different than Moordryd usually does," Artha said. "Just…I'll make him act dorky enough, but not so much that people get suspicious. If I did make them suspicious, that would just defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?" Artha glanced at them all. Lance couldn't stop giggling, Parm was smiling wide with anticipation and Connor was slowly shaking his head.
"Moordryd's gonna kill you when he finds out," Lance said, finally stifling his laughter.
Artha shrugged Moordryd's shoulders. "He started it."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Parm asked, actually excited.
"Nothing," Artha chuckled. Decepshun rolled her eyes and grimaced slightly as Artha took hold of the handles. He may look like Moordryd, but he sure wasn't going to act like him. She would just have to make sure he didn't act like too much of a fool, for Moordryd's sake.
Connor looked at them all, then nodded his head. "Be careful," he said, "Parm, Lance, don't get close to the Dragon Eye compound."
Lance groaned, "you mean we won't see, 'Moordryd,' act like an idiot? Scales," he muttered.
"Of course not," Parm said, "the Dragon Eyes have scouts all over the city. If any one of them sees us with 'Moordryd,' our cover may be blown. We'll have to leave Artha soon and just meet him at Word's citadel." Lance crossed his arms and Connor nodded.
"Right," Artha said, "I can…I can get the gear by myself."
They all raced off, Moordryd's body and Decepshun taking a different street than Parm and Lance. Connor sighed and walked back to the stables. He had to get Tyrannis Pax ready, just in case.
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Beau screeched to a halt in a nearby alleyway. Kitt stopped close by on Wyldfyr and folded her arms. Artha's hand brought out the amulet and held it close to his face.
"Put it in already," she snapped. Moordryd turned Artha's head an looked at her blandly.
"I will, I will," Moordryd said and looked cynically at Kitt. "Don't rush me. I mean, being the hero of the…."
"Ugh. I've heard Artha say it all before." Kitt sighed. Moordryd smirked and held up the amulet.
"What does he say?"
"Release the dragon," Kitt said, waiting to see whether he would actually transform.
"Release that dragon…thing!" Moordryd yelled and placed the amulet into the gauntlet. And as Kitt watched, the same transformation sequence that had taken place before numerous amounts of time, happened again. She had to smirk as Moordryd opened Artha's mouth in mute astonishment.
This wasn't at all like what happened when he turned into the Shadow Booster, Moordryd reflected. This was much more…enjoyable in a sense.
Soon, the bright gold glow faded, leaving the Dragon Booster sitting upon the Dragon of Legend. Beau smiled. So far, things were going according to plan.
"Look at me," Moordryd said. "I'm intoxicatingly perfect."
Kitt bit down her laughter. "Let's just get you down to the Old City. Feel like facing Deth?"
"No."
"Then hurry. And don't stop to talk to anyone."
"What? And make the Dragon Booster seem like a rude hero?" Moordryd asked as Beau and Wyldfyr left the alley. "The Dragon Booster is supposed to be friendly."
Kitt shook her head. "Not this time he isn't. Just race through the streets. People will think you're busy and…hey!"
She glared as Moordryd started waving to random people, acting so friendly it was almost creepy. Wyldfyr rushed to his side and she grabbed his arm, hissing. "Get to the Old City. Stay longer and Deth…"
"He's not here yet. And I won't get another chance like this, will I?" Moordryd asked. Kitt pulled his arm.
"Come. Now."
"No," Moordryd said, yanking his arm back. This went on until two young girls walked up, cradling dolls in their arms as their parents stood not far away.
"It's the Dragon Booster," the first whispered to the other. The other pulled on her pigtails, gazing lovingly at the handsome hero.
Kitt yanked his arm, and the Dagon Booster jerked his arm back to him. "Not yet." He said.
"Yes, now," Kitt said, pulling on his arm again. "Before…"
"Excuse me," the first girl asked in a small voice. "What are you doing to the Dragon Booster?"
Kitt and the 'Dragon Booster,' stopped. The Dragon Booster snapped a cheesy smile at the two girls, who giggled. "The Dragon Booster just has to go somewhere," Kitt said.
"No he doesn't," Moordryd said as a crowd of people started to gather around them, eager to talk to the Dragon Booster who didn't have to go anywhere.
"Yes, he does," Kitt snapped back. The people started to yell greetings and questions to the Dragon Booster. Moordryd was much too happy to answer.
"No, I'm not married," he answered one. "No, I'm single. What? You want to be my girlfriend? You too?" Kitt sighed, rolling her eyes and looked around anxiously as the friendly fans crowded in. They had to get going.
"Well, maybe. What? Oh, no. The Shadow Booster scares me. Why once, after we fought and he won, I soiled my suit and…."
Kitt yanked on his arm and nearly growled to Beau. "Let's go." Beau grunted, to indicate he was trying to leave, but the amount of people swarming around them didn't give him much room. Kitt nearly sighed in relief as she head a familiar voice.
"Dragon Booster!" Captain Faier called as he dismounted his dragon and pushed through the crowd to him. Moordryd looked up from where he was signing autographs.
"Captain Faier," Kitt said, hoping he would help. "The Dragon Booster…"
"If you have the time," Faier said as he came closer.
"What?" Moordryd asked. Beau growled softly at the people in front, trying to make them move. They tried to pet him instead.
"Could you sign this, for my niece?" Captain Faier asked and held out a hat with a picture of the Dragon Booster on it. Kitt stared at him, not believing her ears.
"Sure," Moordryd said, taking it.
"And sign this!" One of the young girls asked, holding out her doll to him. Moordryd took it when he was finished signing the hat.
"Oh, I...have this doll." He said, looking at it.
The girl looked at him. "Really?" People glanced at each other.
"Yep. I, the Dragon Booster, play with a doll who looks exactly like this one. I sleep with it too, otherwise I get scared during the night, and…" Moordryd leaned forward to whisper rather loudly. "…sometimes, the darkness scares me so much that I wet the bed." The girls nodded slowly at his somber voice.
"The Dragon Booster has to go somewhere, to save the city!" Kitt said loudly, interrupting Moordryd.
"You really sleep with a doll?" Asked Alan from Dragon City News. Kitt sighed.
Moordryd smiled into the camera, with thousands of people watching. "Yes I do."
More than several people chuckled, while Kitt started to yell at them. "The Dragon Booster has to go somewhere, right now. Move!"
"Dragon Booster," Captain Faier asked as he signaled for the people to move. They did so, grudgingly. "Do you know of the strange…uh, elite racer?" Faier asked, cautious about calling the giant mag warrior he had received word about from his fellow security officers an elite racer. But of course, that was nearly the only thing he could think to call it.
"Deth?"
"How close is he?" Kitt asked at the same time Moordryd asked a simple question which most people took the wrong way, murmuring to each other that death was coming for them all. Several gasped and others, who had felt the tremors, either crowded closer to the Dragon Booster or fled to their homes.
"How close?" Faier said, "Hmm, well, last my men had…."
Advertisements and signs shook and flickered as another huge tremor ran through the city. People immediately fled from the open streets and disappeared into buildings. Beau, Wyldfyr and every other dragon had trouble keeping their feet. Kitt clenched her teeth as she held onto the handles, the violent shaking nearly tearing them from her grip.
"Close, very close now!" Faier said, nearly stating the obvious. "Have you got a plan?"
Moordryd didn't answer Faier, but instead looked down the street. Kitt followed his gaze, and from around a corner, she could see the growing glow of black mag energy. Huge pounding feet shook the street as Syrrox lumbered closer.
"I uh…I…" Moordryd stuttered as the full gravity of the situation finally hit him. He shook his head, gaining his senses, and relieving a distressed Kitt, who had wondered whether she would have to shake him to get him moving.
"Where are you leading him?" She called over to Moordryd, to get his mind rolling.
Moordryd turned to look at her and responded, "Old City." Kitt barely heard him as Syrrox roared at the same time, drowning out his voice.
Beau shook his head and roared back, then turned and ran the opposite way from which the other roar had come from. Kitt turned Wyldfyr to follow, and looked back. Her breath caught in her throat.
Syrrox had turned the corner, and stood as still as death, baring his rows of deadly teeth at them in a grisly smile. Kitt's eyes then moved to above his head, where a dark shape sat. The helmet hid his entire face, and was designed to look like the face of his dragon. Each face, both Deth's and his dragon Syrrox's, had protruding horns and ridged scales, and night black hide. Kitt almost found Syrrox beautiful, the way the scales never stayed the same colour. Always an underlining of the deepest black, when Syrrox turned his head, they would flash to a bottomless blue, a sinister purple and a murky green. Syrrox bellowed again, and Kitt thrust forward her handles, just then remembering Connor's words to not get in the way. Oh well, she had to take care of Moordryd.
Wyldfyr raced after Beau. "No, go right!" Kitt yelled.
Moordryd glanced behind quickly, before turning Beau down the right street, instead of the left he had been aiming for. Kitt sighed. It wouldn't have done for him to get blocked on that street, which was under construction.
Behind them, Deth looked forward with a wicked smile. He had found the Dragon Booster. Weak, pitiful and simple. His laugh was like the fingers of the dead, scratching against their coffins. He would unleash a wave of death, to which he was aptly named for. Syrrox charged forward, and with each reaching stride, he gained on the Dragon Booster.
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"I don't scaling believe it!"
Artha ground his teeth as he watched Dragon City News. Only the sudden image of the 'Dragon Booster,' could make him pause for just a moment, before he reached the Dragon Eye compound.
"Yep. I, the Dragon Booster, play with a doll who looks exactly like this one. I sleep with it too, otherwise I get scared during the night, and…sometimes, the darkness scares me so much that I wet the bed."
"The Dragon Booster has to go somewhere, to save the city!"
"You really sleep with a doll?"
"Yes I do."
"You heard it here, Dragon City. Startling new revelations from the Dragon Booster himself! Has our beloved hero gone soft?"
Artha groaned aloud as he watched the new, impromptu interview with the one and only Dragon Booster. "Thank you Kitt! Way to stop him." Decepshun chuckled. "Come on, it's not that funny." He said to Decepshun. Decepshun looked up at him and grinned, indicating that she did in fact find it funny.
"You aren't watching Dragon City News right now, are you?" Artha heard Parmon say. He looked down to his, or rather, Moordryd's VIDDscreen.
"Yes. He…I don't believe it. Now the whole city thinks the Dragon Booster sleeps with dolls and…and…"
Lance laughed from beside Parm. "It's not that funny!" Artha said loudly.
"Well you're sure getting your scales in a bunch about it," Parm said.
"And now," Lance cut in, still laughing, "go to the compound and…"
Artha grinned and nearly forgot what Moordryd had said, so keen he was on what he was about to do. "Give him a dose of his own medicine."
Parm sighed as Lance snickered beside him. "But you'd be….hurry! Get the device…Deth…running, chasing actually…on the news and…oh, just go!" Parm nearly shouted.
Decepshun raced forward. No way was she going to let Moordryd get hurt by Deth. That pleasure belong to the stable brat. She raced along to the compound as Artha desperately grabbed for the handles to avoid falling off.
Decepshun led the way down curving streets and through the black part of the city, darkly decorated by the resident crew. Very soon, yet not soon enough for Artha since he had felt another tremor, the compound rose into view.
Decepshun raced forward, not slowing. Artha breathed deeply and told himself to be ready as they approached the entrance, where two sentries stood, leaning dangerously on their blocking-staffs. Artha raced in with Decepshun without looking at them. And they ignored him as well. Without a second glance in his direction, they continued talking about dragon and cookies, or something to that extent; Artha only caught fragmented pieces of their conversation.
Decepshun ran into the compound, stopped before a certain, small building and snorted at Artha on her back, telling him that it was time to find Cain. Artha vaulted neatly off, and brushed himself off. "Well Decepshun," he said, patting her on the nose. She pulled away. "I'll see you in a bit. It's time for a little fun." Artha sniggered and strode over to the building while Decepshun glared at his back.
He opened the door and cautiously stepped inside, immediately noting the relative dirtiness of the corridor he found himself in. Apparently Dragon Eyes weren't the cleanliest of crews. He walked down it slowly, ears alert for any sounds. Upon reaching the end, he found himself in yet another corridor, this time branching off to his left and right, with many doors down either one, all closed. Artha paused, trying to decide which way to go next.
As he was pondering his dilemma, he heard voices come from the left. "Well," he said in Moordryd's voice. "I guess I'll go that way."
The voices became louder as he neared the source, which happened to be behind a closed door near the end of the corridor. Artha took a deep breath, staring hard at the door as he heard the voices talk.
"I so did not blow it up on purpose."
"You do everything on purpose."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yuh-uh. I mean, how could you just 'accidentally' blow up the building?"
"It didn't 'blow up'."
"Still, it practically burned down. And I can't believe you just had to clean a stable for that."
"Well Cain made me clean two. He said Moordryd changed his mind about just cleaning one."
Artha smirked and stifled his laughter. There were two voices, and one was obviously Vizz while the other sounded like Rancyyd. So he did clean a stable. And Cain had shirked out of cleaning one, dumping that chore on Vizz. He would have to punish him for that. Artha waited till he wouldn't be in danger of bursting out laughing before going in, walking with a swagger he had seen Moordryd walk with.
"You still stink too, you know that? You should…hey Moordryd." Rancyyd greeted him with a small smile while Vizz grinned sheepishly at him, probably expecting some sort of tirade about burning down a building or so, Artha thought. They were sitting on a couch, or rather, lounging would be a better way to describe it. Artha looked around the room and except for them, it was empty. He had to find Cain.
"Uh, hey. Listen," Artha started in a most Moordryd-like manner.
"I didn't do it on purpose…it wasn't even my fault!" Vizz protested, interrupting Artha.
"I uh, I'm sure it wasn't. Now whe…"
"I mean, the gear exploding wasn't because I did something exactly wrong with it…Blarre was distracting me." Vizz continued, trying to put the blame on someone else.
Rancyyd sniggered. "Distracting you? How?"
Vizz glared at him. "Nothing. She was just talking and…"
"Where the scales is Cain?" Artha shouted. He was pleased when Rancyyd and Vizz jumped.
"I think he's at the stables." Rancyyd said helpfully.
Artha sighed. "Thank you."
Rancyyd and Vizz looked at each other conspicuously. "Um, you're welcome?" Rancyyd nearly asked in reply. Vizz grinned.
"Wow, Moordryd. When did you get manners?"
"Well, I…" Artha gulped. "I…I didn't. Now just…I have to go talk to Cain." Vizz's grin widened. Artha snarled at him, like he knew Moordryd usually did whenever he saw someone he disliked. Then an idea popped into his mind. "Well now. Rancyyd, Vizz. I have to go. Please excuse me, and I'm dreadfully sorry for interrupting you two. Oh I hope we meet again soon and have another delightful conversation. Toodles." Artha flipped his hand in their direction, then sauntered off. Half way back to the door, he decided to turn his saunter in a skip. So he skipped the rest of the way to the door, waving his hands around.
When he left, Rancyyd and Vizz closed their open mouths and looked at each other. "Well…do you think he was being sarcastic?"
"Moordryd doesn't skip." Vizz replied. "He…"
"I think maybe he's gone loco." Racncyyd laughed. "Wait till the others hear about this…"
Outside, Artha leaned against the door, and decided he deserved a little victory dance. Done dancing, he laughed to himself and started to walk off. "Wait," he said to himself after a few steps. "Where are the stables?"
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Moordryd turned Beau down another street, ducking an dodging mag-blasts from Deth, who was quickly brining up the rear. So maybe stalling and playing as the Dragon booster hadn't been the best of ideas. He looked to his right where Kitt was racing alongside. "What now?"
She looked across at him. "Keep going," she said as if it were too obvious. Moordryd sighed. A plan would've been nice. Any plan at all.
He looked behind and ducked just in time as another mag-blast shot through the air and barely missed his head. Syrrox roared loudly, in fury and with the joy of a chase. Deth glared at them, and soon held two more mag-blasts in his hands. Moordryd groaned and held on as Beau and Wyldfyr suddenly swung around a tight bend and ran down another street, which soon sloped down into lower Mid City.
Kitt looked behind and grinned at him. "I think he'll be stuck for a while."
Moordryd dared another glance behind, and noticed that two large buildings sheltered the narrow street they had just raced down. Syrrox lumbered into view, and thrust his head in between the buildings. But he stopped there. His hindquarters just wouldn't fit through like the rest of his body. He roared at them.
Moordryd laughed. "His butt's too big."
Kitt shook her head. "You sound like Lance." Moordryd frowned, wondering what she meant by that.
Behind them, Deth stood up on Syrrox. He held out his hands to either side, and easily mag-pushed the buildings, creating gaping holes, which allowed for Syrrox to slide through. The chase was on again.
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Artha kept on walking, even after several buildings, quite a few dead end passages and large, open areas that clearly housed no stables. He didn't remember the Dragon Eye compound being this big, or quite this complicated. He had found Decepshun nosing about the compound then as he walked outside of on uneventful building. She grinned at him, as if saying she'd knew he'd get lost. And now he was following her, after telling her Cain was supposedly at the stables.
Artha clenched and unclenched his hands repeatedly. This was taking too long. He had managed to catch a glimpse of a VIDDscreen in one of the buildings that someone had left on. All news stations seemed to be fixed on the chase scene behind the large dragon and the Dragon Booster. Artha nearly yelled at it then as he noticed Kitt right beside Moordryd. But then he realized that might be for the best. At least someone was keeping an eye on Moordryd.
Then he almost bumped into Decepshun as she stopped. She snorted at him, and Moordryd walked around her to see rows upon rows of stables, housing black dragons and a few greens. Ahead, sitting near a stable on a bench, chatting animatedly with Swayy while Coershun listened in, stretched in the stable entrance, was Cain. Artha sighed in relief.
Decepshun and he walked right up to them. Cain looked at him and stood up. "See? Since you wanted me to uh…clean a stable, there. There's one Vizz did, and I did that one." Cain coughed, and then glared at Swayy as she started to snicker. Apparently, she too knew that Cain had forced Vizz to clean both. "So uh, that's done."
"Yes, I guess it is. Sadly for you, I know what you made Vizz do." Artha said, and smiled as Cain's eyes opened wide.
"How?" He started, then glared harder than before at Swayy.
She stopped snickering and threw her hands up into the air. "I didn't tell him."
"I overheard Vizz and Rancyyd talking. Cain, Cain, Cain," Artha said shaking his head. "What am I going to do…" Decephun pushed him from behind and snorted at the back of his head, reminding him why they had come here. Artha would've fumed then if he had the time. He wasn't going to be able to tease Cain after all. "Oh wait, Cain, where's the gear you have?"
Cain looked up, and closed his mouth from what excuses he had about to give Moordryd. "What? What gear?"
"The gear. The gear you took when we were at Word's cit…my father's citadel. Remember?"
Cain looked very thoughtful for a moment, an expression which Artha found didn't quite suit him. "Hmm, I…it's in Decepshun's stable." He said, sitting back down.
Artha stood there, not knowing where Decepshun's stable was. After a few seconds of what Artha would begin to describe as an awkward silence, he snapped at Cain, "then get it for me."
Cain peered curiously at him, and huffed, "fine." He sulkily got up and walked to a stable next to Coershun's, where he disappeared inside and soon came back out, holding the grey head gear. Artha sighed in deep relief.
"Great," he said and snatched it from Cain's hands as soon as he was close enough. He jumped onto Decepshun's saddle and quickly jerked the handles forward, an action which was not needed, as Decephun bounded forward of her own accord. He left Cain and Swayy behind in a plume of dust as he headed to Word's citadel, where Parm and Lance should be waiting with a plan to get in.
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One of Word's wraiths slowed to a stop, and eagerly watched Deth run through the streets as Syrrox let out bellowing roars. The Dragon Booster and his friend ran on ahead of it, urging their dragons to run to the limit. It wasn't easy outrunning a dragon like Syrrox. The camera on the wraith recorded this, where Word watched back in his citadel.
Word frowned. There was Deth, chasing the Dragon Booster. But the other wraith he had sent out had not yet found Artha Penn's body, which his son was currently inhabiting. Odd. His wraiths had looked all over the city, and still no sign. No matter. Word would have to rest some faith on Moordryd that he wouldn't get in the way of this Deth and just find out the Dragon Booster's identity from Artha Penn's friends. The only other thing that was bothering him? The other wraith hadn't found his son's body either, which meant Artha Penn could have already warned his friends about his plan…Word groaned aloud and rubbed his head. Moordryd would simply have to make do, whatever happened.
Word stood. He couldn't be completely sure Deth would kill the Dragon Booster, considering that Word had no doubt Deth was being led into a trap. Why else would this hero run? Word scowled. He would have to take things into his own hands.
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Connor watched a VIDDscreen from down in his cave, staff in hand and Dragon Priest armor on. His only relief was that he had not yet sensed Armeggeddon's presence. Perhaps that warrior was content to see how things would play out. Mortis sighed and continued watching the screen as Kitt and Moordryd ran from Deth, easily leading him. Already in Lower Mid City, perhaps they would be able to lead him down into Down City, where Mortis would probably have to surprise them there instead of the Old City. Deth was certainly powerful, and much too aggressive. Unchecked aggression could lead to disastrous results.
Suddenly, Mortis' staff slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. His hands flew up to his head, where it seemed to explode in pain. Visions ran through his mind, not of Armeggeddon, but of Drakkus. Drakkus' dragon roared with supremacy as Mortis' visions faded away. He forced his teeth to unclench, and he blearily opened his eyes. In a way, it almost disturbed him how much he was getting used to these visions.
He lowered his hands and bent down to pick up his staff. So Drakkus intended to do something. Already Mortis could sense him approaching. Not to him, but Deth; and the Dragon Booster. Mortis walked though his cave, and slammed his staff onto a specific spot on the ground hard. A cavern wall before him opened, and Tyrannis Pax stepped out, ready for battle.
