A/N: The Other Lands is the Reptilian version of Heaven, while the Dark Territories is Hell (there is no Purgatory here). Surprisingly enough, no one's gone to either place yet...

Chapter 9- Anger On All Sides

A battered Siraena returned to the lair, nearly out of her mind.

"What the hell did I do wrong?" she asked herself. "He shouldn't have had the strength to throw me around like that."

"What?" a groggy Niarchos asked. "He did what?"

"Threw me all over the forest—I couldn't get a force field up in time."

"What a nut," Imniar muttered. "He's going to get his, sooner or later."

Meanwhile, Isikan smiled at his victory.

"What a witch," he hissed. "Thinking she could take on the frigging Grand Archer of the Reptilians—ha! As if she could do such a thing."

"Keep talking shit like that—and she may come back with something stronger," Kysandior warned the young archer.

"How long have you been standing there?" Isikan asked.

"Not too long," the Sun Shadow replied. "Just long enough to hear you whipped the hell out of Niarchos' beautiful but evil lover."

"That I did," Isikan replied. "I feel much better now that I beat the root of all their chaos."

"Very well done," Kysandior smiled.

"I think so," Isikan murmured.

"We all think so," Kelkiar and Neijior both said.

Back at the lair, Niarchos tended to his fallen lover. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I will be," Siraena hissed. "When I have his head, that is."

"That will never happen," Imniar growled. "Until we get rid of them, that is."

"Well—it had better happen soon. Because I hate being mad," Siraena muttered.

"Don't worry, my pet," Niarchos said. "We will get that bad Isikan back. I promise."

"I hope so," Siraena grumbled, drifting off to sleep.

The next day was spent by Niarchos leading a search party through the forest. "Come out, Isikan," he challenged. "We just want to talk to you."

"Sure you do," Isikan muttered. "You can't be serious."

"No, really," Niarchos said. "We just want to talk."

"Yeah, talk," Imniar snickered.

"Of course you do," Isikan grumbled. "I'm NOT interested. Siraena can rot in hell for all I care."

"You're not being reasonable," Imniar said. "She was just protecting us is all."

"And why do you two need protecting?" Isikan asked.

"No reason—she was just helping," Niarchos replied.

"Whatever."

"I'll whatever you," Imniar spat.

"I'm not listening to any of this anymore. Goodbye—for now," Isikan snarled, disappearing into a cloud of black smoke.

"What the hell was that all about?" Ijanios wondered aloud.

"That, my friend, was the sound of an archer who is on his way to the Other Lands," Mirachis replied.

"Ah, well, if Isikan suddenly dies—then Neijior and Kelkiar will follow after," Ijanios murmured.

"That would definitely suck—for him, that is," Mirachis laughed.

Suddenly a blast of lightning struck near them.

"What the fuck?" both wizards asked.

"What—you were expecting sunshine?" Kysandior growled.

"Not really. Were you expecting a taste of our powers?" Mirachis retorted.

"Hell no," Kysandior hissed. "But I do want to kill you motherfuckers before you do the same to Isikan."

"Sending him to the Other Lands would be the best thing for him—I would think," Ijanios growled.

"I think not," Kysandior said. "Maybe the Dark Territories for you two then."

Both wizards shuddered—neither wanted to go there.

"Ah! I think I've scared you!" Kysandior chuckled.

"You have, but we're not that scared!" Ijanios shouted.

"Oh, well—my work here is done," the Sun Shadow replied, disappearing into a cloud of gold mist.