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Leman grimaced as he tied off the bandages around his shoulder. That was a nasty wound he was given, and he breathed thanks to luck that it wasn't the father he had fought. If he was bitten by him, he would not last nine steps from the carcass. Marth was next to him, along with his tagalong better known as princess Peach. The two helped him apply medical gauze and occasionally pain killer was injected into him. "So Leman, what exactly in heaven's name was that thing you fought?" Peach asked him.

Leman growled under his breath, almost exactly like a wolf would growl at one threatening his territory. "Jomon, son of my father's sworn enemy. Born into the flesh of man, yet he holds unto his ancestry of his father with skin and instinct." He flinched as the pain from the bite flared across his body once more. "I have faced several monsters like him, and they can never truly die. What I did merely sent him back to where he came from." He gestured towards his sword, which Marth held for him. "That sword is a good piece of metal, yet not the needed thing to destroy them. My father's weapon is needed for that."

Peach nodded and then shook. She clutched her arms together, "Who turned the air conditioner to Artic ice storm?" She wondered aloud and then Leman noticed as well. It was getting colder, but he couldn't hear the air conditioner running. His eyebrows furried and his unwounded arm instinctively reached out for his sword, which Marth handed to him. Rising from his seat Leman recognized this cold and growled like the wolf inside of him. "Leman, is something wrong ?" Peach asked as Leman opened the door from the operating room.

When he stepped out he could feel the cold batter against his skin. "Very." He whispered under his breath, which became visible before him. The wind was howling outside and the sound of thunder came from there as well. He gripped his sword tighter and looked around him. Indeed, something was very wrong here. Another pair of smashers by the name of Solid Snake and Samus came next to him. Both were caught off guard by the intense cold.

"What the hell kind of weather is this, a snow thunderstorm in the middle of June?" Snake asked in discuss. "Does this always happen when the Hands leave for somewhere?" He asked Samus, who merely shrugged her slender shoulders, or the best she could with the restrictive power armor on her.

"That isn't the sound of thunder Snake." Leman grimaced as the approaching booming suddenly stopped. "That is the footsteps of a frost giant." No sooner had those words left his mouth then a section of the wall was bashed in by a massive iron club. A being made of pure ice with pulsing veins of blue ethereal energies walked into the gap. The giant was a massive monster, almost fifteen feet in height. Leman leveled his sword across his chest and murmured a curse in a forgotten language. "Fall you bastard." Leman said evenly and charged the monster.

The giant laughed and swung his club ruthlessly at Leman, who easily dodged the blow. There was the sound of a bullet being chambered followed by the distinct bang of a Glock 17. Leman ducked and allowed the searing hot lead fly past him from Solid Snake's side arm. The rounds struck home, and while they were powerful they were not enough to cause more than a curse to escape the mouth of the giant. Samus began to charge a blast from her hand cannon but the Giant struck out again, catching Leman off guard and causing air to escape his lungs. Slamming harshly into the wall, Leman rose in an instant and the blast from Samus' hand cannon slammed into the giant, searing flesh as well as bone. Leman's eyes were cackling it an energy that had not been there before. He held out the tip of his sword and pointed at the chest of the giant. Intoning an old phrase in a language dead but to him, the deafening clap of thunder became audible and a bolt of lightning struck his blade.

The giant looked into the eyes of Leman and swore audibly. "It can't be."

"Yet it is." Leman responded evenly and tossed his blade, impaling the heart of the monster. The lightning stored up in the blade released, incinerating the giant into a pile of ash. The smashers had to shield their eyes from the intense flash of light, but Leman looked on, not turning his gaze away from it. When they looked again, Leman had changed. Where skin was once revealed finely crafted plate armor and bulging muscles beneath a monstrous fur cloak. His flowing blond hair remained the same, but his eyes had changed to an energy-filled blue. He walked over to the pile of ash and retrieved his blade. In the distance he heard a roar, a howl and a hiss. "We need to leave. Now."

They moved in a fast pace moving through the hallways now coated thickly with the crystal of frost. They all wanted to stop and ask Leman questions, who was he, what was her, what were those and what the hell was that were among those that they wanted to ask. However, the situation at the present time demanded a different course of action. Said action was getting the hell out of the way of the giants. A sound of a shotgun blast directed their attention to that direction. They moved and saw another group of smashers standing before a man in red and black. The man noticed Leman and laughed. "Of all the people I expected to see, you were exactly the one I hoped to meet. I see Jomon has already introduced himself to you. Please excuse his father's absence, he is on his way as we speak." Leman dropped into an aggressive defense stance and the figure laughed even harder. "Do you really think that you can beat me? Your drunkard of a father mistook a hairless bitch for a perfect mate-"

"ENOUGH!" Leman bellowed with a loud voice that in itself was like thunder. "DIE, DIE , DIE!" Leman leapt forward as if he had wings and slammed his blade into the figure that dodged it easily. Leman lashed out again and again, but each of his attacks was parried one after the other. "You will not speak of her that way! You pile disgust on top of insult traitor, how could my grandfather ever trust trash such as you?"

"Wonder instead of how we could have trusted him instead." Those words struck Leman in such a way that no moral blow could have. The figure took advantage of the pause and snapped his fingers. The wind picked up harshly and the other smashers dug their heels in and Leman held his ground. From the wind formed a spear made of eternal ice and the figure pointed the spear at Leman. "You will know pain and suffering as I have." He was looking at Ike when he said those words.

A high pitch scream erupted from Zelda's mouth as a second spear impaled her from nowhere. Ike turned to the figure with a bestial cry, but watched as the figure disappeared with princess in tow. Ike swore and slashed at the open air. He then turned to Leman and wrapped his spare hand around the throat of Leman. "What the hell was that? Why did he have to go after her instead of you? You attacked him, not her!"

"She was a sorceress!" Leman shot back at Ike. Ike let go of his throat but was still fuming up a storm. "She posed the greatest threat to him and he neutralized it." Another massive crash erupted from the ceiling and another giant entered the room. This one was much larger then the others and wield a massive double edged axe. Leman looked into the eyes of the giant and looked back to the others. "Get who ever isn't captured by the madman. I will handle this." Many of them, most notably Ike, looked as if they were about to argue with him, but the look in Leman's eyes told them that it was best not to ask. As they turned to gather to they could, Leman tuned back to the giant. "Thrym, I knew our paths would cross again." The Giant laughed and raised his axe for a swing. Leman did the same with his sword.

Tobey ran down the hall, his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He had never come across something like this. Even his adventures in Seattle combined held no candle to this. At least with the bugs he had backup he could trust on. He would promise a multitude of oaths in exchange for Gallowglass, or El Duce, or anyone! Now, he had to force those thoughts from his mind and focus on one thing: finding Lucas. He felt a protection over the little tyke and he was sure as hell not going to leave him here.

He sprinted with the agility gifted to him as an elf. He chambered his assault shotgun with dragon breath rounds. These were made from powdered bones from a red dragon, thus setting anything in its way in a coating of ethereal fire. He had ran into several things like that which they faced, and those shells proved themselves time and time again. The frost grew around them at a much greater pace then what could naturally happen. Tobey mused to himself that very little he encountered was natural.

The cold was getting through his duster, and he tightened his rawhide gloves. This was nothing he had ever faced. He tried to recall his vision, now he was armed with the knowledge the tomes gave to him. He walked down the encrusted hallway, murmuring the words of his vision over and over again. It was an old language from the north the accents told him. He spoke it as if saying thousands of times would give him a vision of what would come. The response e got was a purring voice. "So, it appeared you could read the tome?"

He turned to the voice and saw Lucas with a knife around his throat. Holding it was a smasher, one that caused Tobey to chamber the next shell in his shot gun and aimed him. "Ness, you might want to rethink your actions. I am not intimidated on pulling the trigger." The black haired psychic user laughed, and Tobey noticed something about it. There were two acute holes on the back of his arm that pulsed a rich green. Shaman and wizard both, Tobey could tell of enthralling spells tell tale signs. This was one from a much more natural, not arcane, construct.

The spell was called "Release" and it was a powerful one indeed. The shaman would use this ritual to allow the target to release his anger, rage or any other emotion and allow it to be used to his whim. Some used it to eliminate enemies, others to have pleasure done unto him. Of all the totems, those that followed the snake used this spell the most then any other totem. The problem was that there was no way to interrupt the spell. Once it was cast, the only way to get rid of it was time, something Tobey never had in situations such as this. Lucas looked into Tobey's eyes and begged Tobey two things. One was to save him from almost certain death and the other was not to harm Ness. Tobey mentally groaned and agreed to both of them. He lowered his shotgun and tossed it aside, and almost instantly it became encased it a fine layer of frost. "Now your staff Wizard."

Tobey reached for his staff slowly and carefully. He mentally intoned the proper rites for wielding the powers within the mistletoe staff. He slammed the end of it into the crusted ice and the runes flared bright orange. A shock wave of fire erupted from his staff and it sent the two tykes tumbling to the ground. Tobey reached out and grabbed Lucas by the ankle. The kid weighed slightly more than he expected, but Tobey pulled him away none of the less. He heard a spell being cased in his direction and Tobey raided his staff to block the incoming fire spell. Ness was more then a gifted spell slinger, in fact he might have given Gallowsglass a run for his credstick. "Tobey, what is going on?" Lucas asked, his anxiety flaring up in his chest. His best friend had tried to slit his throat and it was a walk in freezer in here.

"I have no fracking idea, Lucas." Tobey said as he used his rune engraved staff to block yet another incoming spell from Ness. Tobey muttered at least three different oaths and began to dash with Lucas in tow. Stooping in his run, Tobey reacquainted himself with his automatic shotgun. He instinctively wished to drop the subzero metal barrel of the gun, so he clasped the wooden pump and turned the corner just in time to avoid a blast of magic from colliding with his skull.

Ulfric wasn't having much better luck either. In his tow were the two Ice Climbers, Popo and Nana. With him was Link and Ike and all five of them were using cover from a clearly deranged Mario and Luigi. Luck was with them, or else they would have lost their heads… literally. The sound of constant energy blast being fired off from the energy pistols that seemed to have limitless range were fired off in a ceaseless precession of blasts. "Blood of Talos." Ulfric swore under his breath, his axe at the ready if they needed to charge the position. Link notched an arrow on his bow string but could not have a proper aim for if he stuck his head out even an inch, a blast would come his direction.

Ike sheltered the two little ones with his own body, though the rage he emanated could almost be smelled by the others. His world became red when Zelda was taken away from him, not more than minutes after they professed their love for each other. While they didn't go too inmate to the act, it was done so. However, they needed to regroup with Leman, who was most assuredly fighting with that other frost giant. Ike needed to clear his head and soon. The insane laughter from the two brother plumbers was psychological warfare. It was also beginning to take the toll on them. Phrases like "Ready or not, here we come." and "Peek-a-boo, I see you." was beginning to become unnerving.

Ike looked over to Ulfric, rather the moonsilver pendent that hung from his neck. An idea formed in his head. "Ulfric, give me your pendent!" Ike yelled over the gunfire. Ulfric hesitated slightly and with good reason. The pendent was a gift to him from the wife of the Dragonborn Sigmund, Alyssa Fell-Handed, gifted to him at the end of the war as a show of her appreciation. It was forged y her hand, who in her own right should forge weapons for the gods themselves. It was the symbol of the Stormcloak Bear with words of power inscribed onto it, allowing him to focus his shouts. Regardless, Ulfric took the pendent from his neck and threw it to Ike, who caught it with one hand.

He pulled a knife from Link's belt and ordered Popo to spit out his gum. The tyke did so hesitantly and Ike placed the gum on the tip of the knife. He then planted the pendent front first onto the gum. Using the polished metal as a crude mirror, Ike saw the position of the influenced brothers. "Link fire one of your arrows at nine, the other at one." Ike called the shots. The Hylian archer did as he was told and aimed his bow at the raters as he was instructed to do so. The first arrow ricochet off the walls and sliced some rope, causing one of the many chandeliers to fall on the head of Luigi. The second one didn't do any damage to the plumber in red, but it provided enough distraction to allow Ulfric to rie from cover. He shouted three words of power, on the last one did he send Mario flying.

The group rose from cover, Link picked up one of the energy pistols without braking his stride. They dashed behind the next few walls and eventually ran into Tobey with Lucas. "What took you so long?" Tobey asked under his breath.

"We ran into some friends." Link replied and the group of seven moved as one. The temperature was getting low, almost ten below and continuing to drop by the minute. Ulfric, Tobey, and the Ice Climbers were prepared for this, the not mentioned were not. Eventually they reached the main hallway, only a few dozen yards from where they were to regroup with Leman. The second the Ice Climbers mentioned that they were in the clear, did another challenger step in their way. Lithia, armed with plate armor and a massive spear that sung lethality in her hands. "I will not allow you to escape such a wonderful event." She twirled her spear with an unnatural grace that was night and day from when Ike met her only a few days ago.

Ulfric scoffed, "The odds do not appear to be in your misguided favor. Seven against one, few could consider that odds for a victory, even on the smallest of margins." The High King however, didn't make any sudden movements. That wasn't a laughing boast; it was a statement of fact. Lithia charged forward and thrusted her spear forward, gashing out flesh from Link's right side. The Hylian swore loudly and slashed his blade out, though Lithia dodged it with ease. She spun the spear around in such speed that it deflected Tobey's scatter shot his shotgun used .

"What is she?" Ike asked audibly and waited for her to strike out at him. He didn't have to wait long and soon the spear was coming at him. He countered her attack but could not land a felling blow, or any blow for that matter. Within seconds he felt the spear bite into his skin, and he grunted in pain. She yelled words in the old tongue she spoke once before all of the others were sent to their feet with chains of ice enveloping them all, restricting their movements to a stop. He then felt himself pinned against the wall by her massive spear and he looked into her eyes. They were full of pity and anger.

"You should have picked me. Not that whore."She twisted the spear around in his lower chest, damaging critical organs and other vital parts to his body. This caused much of his crimson life force to spill from his wound in great and vast quantities. A howl caused her to look away and two figures, one of them Leman the other one a cloaked figure with a massive battleaxe charged at her. Soon all Ike saw was black shortly afterwards.

Leman slammed his sword into her, his body shattered in many ways but he could still fight. The stranger next to him, from which he had seen several times at the mead halls fought alongside him like a hero reborn. In many ways that was true. "Away from him Lithia! What madness has come over you?" Leman asked as he readied his sword again. The older man turned his attention towards Ike, cradling the heavily wounded body. Lithia struck out at him again and again. Each time Leman parried her blows, "What if your father could see you now? How disgusted he would be?"

That caused her to pause giving her moments to think. "I swear oaths of fealty to no one. Not one of your kin will command me. I will destroy you, my father, and all others who stand in my way. My love will succeed in his endover-" That was as far as she got before the almost comical sound of a frying pan connecting with someone's head became audible. Lithia slumped over unconscious and a princess dressed in pink stood over her with a frying pan. As she slumped to the ground, the chains of ice dissipated from those that were restrained Leman couldn't help but laugh.

"Now I understand why Marth is afraid of being on your bad side." The mood lightened for only a second with the arrival of the last few sane, surprisingly it was only Marth, Peach, Samus, Snake and Ganondorf. They directed their attention back to Ike and the cloaked man who had came to save them.

"He will die if we cannot get him back to the Hall." The man's voice was cracking with… fear and emotion. Leman cocked an eye brow and soon knew why. This place was lost, and if they didn't leave, who knew what else would come for them. Leman slit his hand open and dabbed the blood on to the parchment white walls. He carved three runes that he, Lithia, and perhaps the old man would know. They read Eternal, Rainbow, and Bridge. A crack of red lightning opened up a rift. Beyond it there was endless black and a rainbow bridge.

"What are you? A blood crazed hobbit with a pot of blood money at the end of this?" Snake shot out sarcasticly.

Leman turned to them. "You can come with me and you will be safe. Or you can stay here and you will die at best, be exploited at worst." Nobody moved for a second, the tension was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife. Soon Samus stepped through, followed by the old man with Ike. The rest slowly moved and as Leman was the last to step through, the rift closed behind them. The blood soon dissipated from the walls shortly after the fact.

In the main hall of the Mansion the man in red and black reclined in a chair, his boots placed up on the table. An conscious Zelda was not far from him, gagged with a silver cloth and shackled in magic-nullifying chains. Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched some Smashers just walk around, obeying their every command. The man in red and black turned to her. "Why are you so afraid? There is no reason to be."

Two pairs of thundering footsteps herald the arrival of the guests. One was a giant with some bleeding injuries from his spar with Leman. Frost glistened from his hide and his axe was coated in blood, both his as well as his foe. The one next to him had crackling fire for hair and eyebrows. From his side was a massive blade likewise coated in flame. The two were opposites, fire to frost, and water to flame. Yet their goals were similar. "Loki, we have mastered our armies and while taking this blasted piece of ground." The one of fire spoke. "This had better be worth it."

The one known as Loki nodded, "Yes it is, calm down Surtur. The cost may have been great, but it was worth it. He rose from his seat and cupped Zelda's face in his chin. "This little elf will be worth if all. Of that you can rest assured on. Oh, and tell Jormungard he will not be able to feast on Leman's flesh. He slipped our grasp." He looked directly into Zelda's eyes and smirked.

"But not for long." He purred as he kissed her cheek. Giants of Frost and Fire laughed, which echoed through the occupied mansion. Off in the distance, three figures stood miles away in the new blasted winter wasteland.