An: ah, ello ello, guvnor.

I'll tell you right now, i need to fucking sleep more. I was up all night, and i just woke up at 2pm to get to writing. But i am so easily distracted D: (i hate using emoticons)

On another note, I can't wait for the new story i have planned. I almost wanted to abandon this one, then i realized how stupid that would be, and i'd feel bad for leaving this tale unfinished.

Now, lets get to it!

I was pondering it, and the dragons that show up in adventure time look more like mammals (they have teats). So definitely nothing like the fantasy style dragon.

Chapter 15: Buying Time

"Kill...kill kill kill kill kill..."

Nikolai snarled from the bushes, staring at the strange flaming creature. After recovering from the two day drinking binge, and then vomiting for the good portion of another day, he had found out that not all of his pack was as...easily distracted. They had scouted the enemy out while the rest had been partying, and made a mental note to 'promote' them, which would essentially make them a higher rank in the pack.

He turned to a small group of his pack, the ones who had recovered with him, and frowned. This was dangerous for them, they can't just attack head-on. His mind went to work, trying to plan the best strategy, and it came to him after a few moments. Grinning, he gaves the command to the pack, who nodded and disappeared into the woods.

He wondered where the Lich was, having gotten some plant amulets from Paggy (his wizard friend who had control over the earth, haivng said 'dey be very good juju, mon!') that would stop the rotting effect the lich seemed to exude, but apparently it was all in vain. However, it was well worth it to come this way to watch one of his pack charge across the path, causing the mad woman to scream and toss flames at him, missing him entirely. Laughing, he watched the others join in, strategically running out and exposing themselves, drawing her flaming magic towards them, only to miss and scream even louder. His grin grew as he charged out himself, planning on testing the dragon's gift. Leaping, he gripped onto her back and bit into her neck. And oh boy did he regret doing it!

Crying out, he dove off of the creature, his entire body now burning, the orange flames having turned black and ugly, eating away at his fur and flesh. He dove into the bushes, the pack having increased their efforts to keep their leader safe, as he rolled through the plants, putting himself out. Panting, he wondered what the hell just happened. The only thing that came to mind was that that...thing was stronger then a dragon's flame.

Looking out, he watched the flaming mage scream again, and tossed another fireball. For a brief moment, he could see the person underneath, a small frail looking women with skin as pale as a ghost. The fire consumed that part quickly covering her in the flaming armour.

'Hm...she is tossing the actual armour flame at them. That means..." he whistled loudly, and the pack doubled their efforts, causing the women to begin tossing even more flame, leaving temporary gaps in the armour.

Snarling and rubbing his burning tongue, he waited for his moment, and struck. Diving across the clearing, he brought his claw directly towards the neck of the Necromancer, and was able to slip it through the armour just in time. He grinned when he felt blood and flesh resist his claw, slicing into it like a butchers knife. The...thing screamed, the flames growing rapidly as he leapt back. He motioned for the pack to disappear, and they did just that.

He watched her flaming shell grow, reaching the size of a troll standing on top of a Giant's shoulders. It looked down at him through the flaming armour, and frowned. "Oh fuck. Better move quick, Finn..." he mumbled dodging a house sized fireball.

Meanwhile, Finn, Ice King, and the ever noble Father Knight charged around the clearing, watching the undead army fighting the small horde of heroes, seeing brief flashes of magic, explosions and things that Finn could only describe as "Mathamatical"

He looked up, having not been paying the slightest attention to his running, and realized that he had approached the base of the volcano, the steep incline an obvious problem. However, as he was about to ask what to do, he saw that the Ice King was flying away rapidly, headed around the base of the mountain, shouting "Gotta go help someone!" before disappearing out of sight.

Looking up at Father Knight, he frowned. "So, what do you-Woah!" he attempted to say, being lifted up and placed on his massive shoulder. Gripping onto the helmet for balance, he watched him charge up the steep incline with little issue, apparently not caring much about silly things like gravity.

He could feel the amulet calling to him, his body feeling warm and almost euphoric. He wondered what the Ice King was up to, but focused on the task at hand.

The Ice King had sense the enemy, the massive walking fireplace having given off enough magical energy that he knew it was coming since they had camped. Having explained the plan to Father Knight, he grinned to himself as he floated, mentally praising himself. 'I bet all the ladies will love me now, eh? At the very least, Finn will probably kick my butt less.'

Reaching the fight, he watched the small lycan charge about, dodging flaming truck-sized balls, his brown fur singed black. Simon thought for a moment, before placing who that was. "Hey! It's you, the one who tried to eat me!" he cried, pointing at him angrily. However, this did nothing but drag the attention of the flaming monster towards him, attempting to swat him out of the sky. Rolling his eyes at the attack, he waved his hand lazily, the flames being encased with ice, before disappearing under the water that melted from the ice. It snarled and tossed fire at him, and he floated to the side of them. "This is really the big bad threat? She isn't even doing the whole "avatar of flame" thing right." he insulted, tossing icicles at her lazily, like she was some form of fly.

She screamed at the aggravation, and grew even more, reaching half the height of the massive volcano, and attempted again to kill him with more flaming orbs. However, he simply dodged them, and frowned. "Your really not very bright. Try and defeat me...ICEVINCIBLE ARMOUR!" he cried, encasing himself with ice, the armour the same size as the flaming beast. He laughs lightly as she attempts to melt it, the water coming off destroying her flaming husk.

"Stupid girl. You don't even know what your doing!" he laughed out, aggravating her again, as she attempted to 'hug' the armour and melt it, shrinking as she does so.

'kill... kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!' she thought angrily, watching the armour disappear. She reached the center and grinned in victory, preparing to melt the mans bones, when she realized he wasn't inside the giant ice scuplture. Instead, he was on the ground, speaking to Nikolai quietly.

"Well you did try to snap my neck! I was only kidnapping Princess Bubblegum, not trying to kill her! Jeez, man, moderation."

"...Fine. I apologize."

She screamed, and attempted to lob flame at them, but realized nothing had occurred. She also realized that the massive flaming husk she had been hiding inside was gone, leaving her on the ground, vunerable and wet. They ignored her still, speaking to each other.

"Well, i suppose that is true. Maybe i should trim my beard a bit. It is quite bigger then i want it to be..."

"Women don't like men who look like their beards make up most of their body, man."

"True..."

She screamed, and weakly attempted to lob fire at them, sobbing uncontrollably. They turned and shook their heads sadly. The Ice king approached her slowly, and shaked his head at her. "Foolish girl. Even a stanky old wizard like me knows you wouldn't win this way. You wield flame like it is a sword, and that is your mistake."

"Fire Burns, and destroys, but it's greatest power is in it's defence. You wasted it to try and get to me inside the armour, without realizing anything. If only you weren't so stupid...Either way, your devoid of the power now. You'll live the rest of your life, i suppose." he said quietly, helping her up, even as she tried to claw him.

Her sobbing increases, and falls to her knee's, holding her face in her hands. Frowning, he bends down and whispers in her ear. What he said, Nikolai has no idea, but it caused the woman to stop crying and look at him slowly. "R-really?"

He nods slowly, smiling. 'Of course, dear. Your tainted by that evil magic, but it can be cured, just as my madness can be cured by focus. But, it only works so well for me...you have a chance, hm?" he spoke, stroking his beard sagely, his madness obviously taking a backseat to his mind, for now at least.

"What are you speaking of, wizard? She attempted to destroy the world!" he cried, wondering why he wouldn't just let him snap her neck and be on their way.

"You would too when your past is that tortured. The wounds of time are many on her, wolf boy. If you could see what i see, you would forgive her as well." he spoke, glaring at him a little.

Shaking his head, he sighed. "Fine, I won't tell anyone your helping her." He frowned, and sniffed the air slowly. "...I smell death. The Lich is at the top of the mountain, I fear." he said, frowning. "By glob, i do hope he has made it in time..."

As they reached the top, they were given the sight of the Lich grabbing the Amulet, and slipping it around his undead neck. They both attempted to attack, Finn leaping off of the shoulder he rode and running around the edge of the volcano, and Father Knight pointing the odd gauntlet at him, his leg and arm exploding off of his body. However, flame claimed the flesh and grew around the Lich, the flames giving off no light, pitch black as the darkness that it was made of. Laughing, the now fiery lich began tossing the black flames at Father Knight, whose green eyes turned red as he gave out the unearthly scream, the flames dissatisfying before they reach him. However, he didn't have time to do it again as the fireball that had been behind that one consumed his metal body.

Finn gritted his teeth, and wondered if he would make it out of this situation, and hoped to god that Smithy's rune was powerful enough.