CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Enemies Are Forever

December 4th 2053

Thorntail Hollow, Planet Sauria

"Just kill me now and put me out of my misery!" Marcus groaned.

"At least we made it." Damalgo panted.

After almost a day of nearly nonstop walking, Marcus, Coyote and Damalgo finally reached Thorntail Hollow. The friendly Thorntails greeted them as they walked by, but couldn't help but remark to each other about how weary these travelers looked.

Just then, Coyote collapsed.

"I think my feet are gonna snap off if I keep going..." she whined.

Marcus leaned over her.

"C'mon, Coyote! We can't stop now! Stand up!"

Coyote sat up and mindlessly stretched her arms toward Marcus with her eyes closed.

"Carry me." she said meekly.

"Wha...are you…come on, you can't be THAT tired! Quit being such a baby!"

Coyote answered with a pained groan. Marcus rolled his eyes. She was either really tired or such a baby that she couldn't stand up and walk a little longer. Either way, this girl really knew how to make him cave in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, fine." Marcus said. "Lord have mercy on my lazy companion…"

Marcus bent over, heaved Coyote off the ground and cradled her in his arms.

"You know," Damalgo said. "You guys look like you'd make a great couple."

"I'm doing this because she's too lazy to get up after a whole day of walking, not because I feel sorry for her!"

"Alright…it's just that you're cradling your girlfriend there and…"

"She's not my girlfriend! She's a girl and she's a friend, but she's NOT a girlfriend!"

Coyote looked up at him.

"You sure about that?" she asked mischievously, giving him a cute, cat-like look.

Marcus scowled at her.

"Will you two stop making fun of me?"

They continued walking for a while before Damalgo spoke up again.

"Do you think we'll recognize this…Warpstone guy when we see him?" he asked. "I've never seen him myself.

"Dunno." Marcus answered. "Maybe he'll know us."

"OI!" a loud voice boomed from across the Hollow.

The group turned towards the source of the voice. A 30-foot tall statue in the shape of man was beckoning to them from a plateau about fifty feet away.

"Over here, lad!" it shouted.

"Uhh…OK!" Marcus shouted back.

He looked at Coyote and Damalgo with a weird look on his face that essentially meant "Tell me I'm not crazy!"

"Is it just me, or did that statue just talk to me?" he asked in a bewildered tone. "Because I know for a fact that statues don't talk!"

"How exactly do you know that for a fact?" Damalgo asked

Marcus rolled his eyes.

"Forget the questioning. Let's just go!"

The group trekked over toward the giant statue. They found a hole in a small wall that led into a large grove where the statue was placed. The grove itself had several stone bridges arching over a large pool of water. The pool had a large stone column where the statue was planted. A large waterfall poured down from one side. Marcus (who was still cradling Coyote) and Damalgo stood in front of the statue, which looked down at them with a big hearty smile.

"Ah, the son of the great Fox McCloud!" it said in a loud, male, Scottish voice. "I've been expecting ye, lad!"

Marcus nervously grinned.

"Heh. Yeah, that's me."

The statue caught sight of Coyote in Marcus' arms and chuckled.

"Looks like you've become quite a catch for that little lassie, eh?"

Marcus flushed bright red and stood Coyote on her feet.

"Whoa, wait a minute!" he uselessly stammered. "She…she's not my…you think she's my…"

Coyote stepped forward.

"We may look cute together, but he's not my boyfriend."

Here she got right against Marcus and seemed to coyly nuzzle his shoulder.

"At least, that's what HE thinks." she finished.

Marcus shut his eyes and started grumbling to himself.

"She's not here. She doesn't exist. I don't see her. I don't hear her. I don't sense her presence…"

The statue chuckled again.

"In any case, I welcome the three of ye." he said. "I be the mighty Warpstone."

"Whoa, YOU'RE the Warpstone?" Damalgo exclaimed.

"I see where the 'stone' part came from." Coyote smirked.

"Now then, to business. Tricky told me that the lot of ye are lookin' for the three Krazoa Keys, correct?" the Warpstone asked.

"That's right." Marcus answered.

"As Tricky said before, the third Key dwells within the Krazoa Palace. Getting you there is easy for me, but there are a few things that ye should know before I send you there."

"We're listening." Coyote said, crossing her arms.

"The first thing is that once you're taken there, ye won't be able to come back until ye found the Key."

"And?"

"I can't warp dinosaurs, so your friend will have to stay behind."

"What?" Marcus exclaimed. "But we never would have gotten this far if it hadn't been for him! You can't expect us to just leave him behind, can you?"

"Hey, relax, Mark." Damalgo said. "I'll be right here when you get back. I'm not goin' anywhere."

Coyote chuckled.

"I guess you're harder to get rid of poison ivy, huh?"

She started laughing, but when she saw that Marcus and Damalgo had raised their brows at her, her laughter quickly faded away.

"I'll shut up now." she said.

Damalgo looked at Marcus.

"Seriously, how do you put up with THAT?" he asked, jerking his thumb at Coyote.

Marcus shrugged.

"You get used to it."

"Right, then, Marcus! Any questions?" the Warpstone asked.

"Just one: what EXACTLY is in Krazoa Palace?" Marcus asked.

"…Tell ye the truth, I ain't quite sure. Guess you'll find out soon enough, eh? Now then, how 'bout the two of ye get goin'?"

Marcus and Coyote looked at each other, nodded, then looked back at the Warpstone.

"We're ready." they said.

The Warpstone opened his left hand and held it out. Coyote and Marcus stepped onto it. Suddenly, a bright blue light enveloped them and carried them high into the air. From their perspective, however, they seemed to be tumbling through hyperspace.

Coyote grabbed Marcus' hand.

"Tell me when it's over!" she screamed, shutting her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a quick, bright flash, and they could both feel the ground beneath their feet.

"It's over."

Upon looking...

Coyote and Marcus were now standing in front of a massive temple that had to be at least 500 feet high. Several odd, jellyfish-like creatures were mindlessly floating around in front of the entrance. Rain was rapidly falling from the cloudy, gray sky.

"So THIS is Krazoa Palace." Marcus said, looking around.

"Hm." Coyote grunted. "It's a little bigger than I thought."

Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he turned on a transmission line to Anna.

"Anna, I'm sending the data to you. Could you narrow down the options of where the Key might be?"

Anna replied through the comm.

"I'm detecting an unnatural energy signature at the peak of the temple. It appears to be some sort of sacrificial altar. You might wanna check that out."

"Got it. Mark out."

Marcus switched off his comm. Coyote looked around the place, with great recognition in her eyes. Marcus was quick to take notice of this.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

Coyote shook her deep thoughts out of her head.

"I think I've seen this place before…in a dream." she replied.

"A dream? What happened in it?"

Coyote scowled.

"It's none of your business. Let's just get moving."

"Sheesh. Sorry I asked, then."

Marcus began walking toward the palace entrance. Coyote followed behind, wishing she actually had told Marcus about her dream. She liked it when people worried about her. It gave her the knowing that someone cared about her. But once again, she didn't dare to speak of her true feeling towards him, because once again, it would be far too embarrassing.

Marcus pulled out his staff and Coyote her auto-pistols as they approached the hazardous jellyfish.

"Be careful of those jellyfish!" Anna warned through the comm. "Their tentacles are coated with some kinda poison that'll shock you if you touch it!"

As though the mindless creature knew they were there, it started spinning toward them. Marcus shot the creature with a fireball from his staff, causing it to disappear in a blinding flash. The two stopped in front of a small entryway. It was barricaded by tough wooden planks.

"Boards?" Marcus said aloud. "Has someone been here before us?"

Coyote walked over to the planks and rapped her knuckles on them.

"I'm guessing that this is probably that kind of wood that doesn't burn." she said. "Your Fire Blaster's gonna be useless. What do we do now?"

Marcus' eyes roamed around until he spotted a fuel barrel. Before his sickening feeling of suspicion flared up again, a light bulb went on in his head. He walked over to the barrel, picked it up and placed it right in front of the planks. Then he stood back a few feet and aimed his staff at it.

"I'd back off a bit if I were you." he warned.

Coyote took a few steps back from the barricaded entrance, and Marcus fired at the barrel. The barrel exploded and the boards flew apart, leaving a human-sized hole. The two holstered their weapons and slipped inside. It was extremely dark in the next room, so dark that Marcus and Coyote couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces.

"You got a flashlight?" asked Coyote.

Marcus looked at the staff in his hand. It rumbled for a few seconds, then the firing end lit up with a powerful light.

"I would assume so."

The two continued through the room, making sure they stayed in the light of the staff, brushing away the cobwebs that stretched across several crisscrossing metal rafters. The next room had a large stone switch on one end of the room, and a large stone door on the other.

The two walked into the room, only to be thrown aside when a laser beam hit the ground they were standing on. Unfortunately, whoever was there before them had done the smart thing and placed a turret over the switch. Two flames were positioned on two pillars directly in front of two orbs, one blue and the other green. The flames changed colors from red to green to blue within even time intervals. The two orbs emitted two spotlights, which were projecting a barrier onto the turret.

Marcus had another idea, but he wasn't sure that it would work.

"Get behind me!" he shouted to Coyote.

"Not a chance!" she protested. "Like it or not, I'm helping you!"

Marcus groaned. Man, this kid was persistent.

"You're so stubborn…alright, but don't blame me if you get your butt fried."

"Okay. What do I need to do?"

"You mean besides not get shot? Go over to that pillar, wait until the flame turns green and shoot through it."

The two split up and sidled along the side of the pillar facing away from the turret, athletically dodging the large gun's blasts the whole way. Coyote's flame turned green. She pulled out her blaster and fired. The laser went through the flame, changed colors from red to green and hit the orb behind it. The orb began glowing, and the first spotlight went out.

Marcus' flame turned blue. He drew himself into full concentration and used the Fire Blaster. The fireball flew through the flame, turned blue and hit the second orb. The orb glowed. The second spotlight disappeared, taking the barrier along with it.

"Now let's both hit the gun!" Marcus shouted.

The two teens came out of their hiding places and flipped inward. The turret fired once at Marcus, who swung his staff quickly enough to deflect the laser back at the gun. The one laser temporarily stunned the turret, giving Marcus and Coyote enough time to charge up shots from both of their weapons and letting them loose. The projectiles collided with the gun and detonated it.

"Phew. I guess that's a wrap." Coyote smirked.

The two stood on the switch. Slowly but surely, the great stone door opened. However, when they stepped off the switch and prepared to run through, it immediately came down and shut again.

"What the…what happened?" Coyote sputtered.

"It looks like there has to be something on the switch at all times for the door to stay open."

"Got any more bright ideas?"

"I'll stand on the switch. You head into the other room and see if there's another way to keep the door open."

Marcus stood on the switch. The door opened and Coyote ran through. She looked around the room. There had to be a switch or lever of some sort to keep the door from closing again. Sure enough, when she looked at the wall next to her, there was an odd-looking opening built into it. She took a closer look at it and realized that it was some type of lever, but it needed something to be used as a handle.

"Mark!" she called. "Throw me your staff!"

Marcus threw the staff like a javelin. Coyote caught it and looked over the spear end, then looked at the opening. Carefully, she jammed the spear end of the staff into the opening. A perfect fit. She pulled down. Giant iron bars crossed over the spot where the door had raised. To test it, Marcus took a step off the switch. The door stayed up. He ran through the doorway. Coyote pulled out the staff and handed it to him.

This was another time that he felt dwarfed by Coyote's intellect. She had come up with that solution all on her own, and by the big smirk on her face, he could tell that she wanted credit for it.

"…uhh…" he stammered.

Coyote chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'Nice job, Coyote'."

"THAT'S what SHE said!" Chase shouted through the comm.

Coyote and Marcus stepped onto a stone platform about twenty feet below a hallway. As soon as it felt their weight on it, it slowly rose up toward the opening. The next room was easily the biggest one in the entire palace. A massive turbine was spinning in the center, propelling enough air to send them about 200 feet into the air.

The two teens looked at each other and nodded. They took a running start, bounded into the propelled air, and rocketed up like bullets. The air was enough to get them up to the fourth story of the room. Running down the circular walkway that stretched around the wall, they found another turbine that blasted them up to the top of the palace. They now stood outside, at a large altar with a human-sized hole in the center. On the other side of the platform was a large headless statue. The rain was still coming down like bullets, and the floor was very wet because of it.

Marcus concluded that this place was indeed where he thought it was.

"This is where my parents first met." he said. "My dad saved my mom's life here."

"It's so beautiful." Coyote replied. "So secure…so untouched by Cornerian hands…"

Marcus smiled slightly.

"That which the dominant one leaves at bay can grow all the more beautiful." he said in a professional sort of way.

Coyote scowled

"No need for the proverbs, Confucius." she said in an annoyed tone.

She looked around a bit more. The recognition from earlier had come back, but this time it was greater than ever.

"I know this place from my dream!" she said.

"Huh?...How can you see a place in a dream without even knowing if it exists?" Marcus replied with a look of confusion. "That just defies all logic."

"Oh, so now you're my therapist?"

Marcus was about to say something back when his ears pricked up. His ESP had reacted again. His eyes darted around for any sign of motion.

"Something wrong?" Coyote asked.

"…There's an evil presence here. I can sense it."

"So now you're my PSYCHIC therapist? Look who's defying all logic now!"

Marcus groaned. This kid had a lot to learn about him.

"Just keep your eyes peeled, will ya?" he said, unsheathing his staff.

Coyote took it as a sign of warning, so she pulled out her auto pistols and held the triggers at the ready. A loud rushing noise came from the hole in the middle, then stopped.

"What the hell was that?" Marcus thought in alert.

Slowly, Coyote and Marcus approached the hole. Even more slowly, they looked down. For a brief second, all was quiet…then suddenly…

WHOOSH! A large gust of wind threw them back into a wall.

The two shook the stars out of their eyes and stood up.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." Marcus said.

All of a sudden, a giant figure standing at at least eight feet leaped out of the hole and landed in front of them. The figure looked very similar to a Sharpclaw, only much taller and with a more menacing visage. His scales were bright green, and like Damalgo, he wore a leather vest, only the one he wore was mottled gray and brown, and had a belt to go along with it. His eyes were blood red. He wore a helmet with bull horns jutting out of it, and instead of a left hand, he had two long, sharp hooks sprouting from his left wrist.

Suddenly, he burst into maniacal laughter.

"So the son of Fox McCloud has come to Sauria." he said in a menacing voice. "What brings you to a place as sacred as this?"

"I wouldn't hit him with the 'classified' bit if I were you." Coyote whispered. "He definitely ain't gonna take that for an answer."

Marcus glared at the tall dinosaur.

"Who are you to ask for my motives?" he demanded.

"How amusing that you should ask. I am the mighty General Scales!"

Marcus was taken aback by the being's answer. He was who?

"Wha…but how are you still alive?"

"I have my ways. What you should know is that I am not someone that a mere child should meddle with, as I have a terrible tendency to…how should I put this…make my adversaries disappear."

"FYI, I'm sixteen. I'm not a child. And I'm certainly not in the mood to fight you. I'm here looking for the third Krazoa Key."

"You mean this?"

Scales held up a stone. One that gleamed with a bright silver tinge.

"Just my luck." Marcus grumbled under his breath.

"Out of curiosity, why is it that you seek this relic?" Scales asked.

"I seek an answer to an important question." Marcus responded. "All I need to know is who is producing nuclear weaponry on this planet. Now hand over that stone and I'll be on my way."

Scales laughed again. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Marcus asked sternly.

"It seems that the son is not as gullible as the father. Indeed, it was I."

"I don't see what's so funny. What do you hope to achieve from terrorizing other civilizations?"

"In order to control a civilization, one must control it with fear. Otherwise, that particular civilization will try to rebel against you. I believe I told this to your mother when I first encountered her."

Coyote crossed her arms and blew a puff of air from the corner of her mouth.

"Taking over the galaxy. Typical bad guy motivation."

"My master is far stronger than I could ever be." Scales said. "I am simply…a right-hand man, if you will. He will destroy you and those you love, and then bask in the destruction left in his wake."

So there was someone else…someone far worse than Scales could ever be. But who?

Coyote smirked.

"A good bad guy doesn't monologue his plan, lizard boy. I seriously doubt that your boss is gonna let THAT one slide."

"No matter." Scales responded. "No matter at all. What makes you think you'll live long enough to tell anyone a word of it?"

With that, Scales drew a long snake sword (A sword that can extend and attack targets from a distance.) and pointed it at Marcus, who in turn drew his staff.

Scales smirked.

"A duel it shall be, then."

Marcus glanced at Coyote.

"Stay back. I'll handle this."

Coyote nodded and stood back. Marcus looked back at Scales.

"Alright." he said. "Your move."

Scales swung his blade. As he did, it extended to seven feet, and he snapped it like a whip. Marcus responded by nimbly flipping out of the way and sprinting at Scales with his staff in hand. Scales merely sidestepped away from Marcus' swift uppercut attack. His sword extended, wrapped around Marcus' foot (fortunately he was wearing boots so it didn't dig into his skin.), and brought him down to the ground. Marcus rolled out the way just as Scales made an attempt to impale him through the chest, then quickly jumped to his feet. Scales swung his flail-like blade again. Marcus jumped over the sharp end with his staff above his head. Scales blocked the attack and kicked Marcus in the stomach. The young McCloud was down on his knees gasping for breath as the evil general maniacally laughed.

"What's wrong? Do you concede defeat already?" he asked.

Marcus looked at Scales with a smirk.

"No way." he said, standing up and raising the staff over his head. "THAT'S JUST THE BEGINNING!"

He brought the staff down and set off a huge earthquake. Scales nearly tripped over his own feet.

Neither the foes locked in battle nor did Coyote, the innocent bystander, see that the statue she was standing in front of had fractured slightly.

Marcus took the split second opportunity to take a heavy swing at Scales' head. As the evil general recovered quickly from the tremor, his blade extended and ensnared the staff. For a few minutes, the two opponents kept pulling on the hilts of their weapons, trying to free them from the lock caused by the snake sword. Scales took a swing at Marcus' head with his hook hand. Marcus held up the communicator on his wrist and blocked it. Finally, Scales gained the upper hand, wrenched the staff out of Marcus' hands and flung it to the side. Marcus himself dove after it when Scales seized his collarbone and flung him right into Coyote.

The two teens went flying back into the statue. They both sat up and groaned.

"Scales: 1. McCloud: 0." Coyote muttered.

"Oh, shut up!" Marcus angrily replied. "This bastard's one tough player!"

Just as Marcus finished that sentence, the storm above got worse. Lightning cracked across the sky and heavy thunder rumbled. The lightning flashed again, this time landing dangerously close to the fallen pair. Coyote suddenly looked up and screamed. The bolt of lightning had hit the statue's base and completely fractured it, causing the heavy stone monument to fall towards them. Marcus didn't know what he was thinking. He quickly stood up and held up his hands. The statue fell on his palms. His knees buckled under the intense weight of the stone, but he couldn't let go, or both he and Coyote would be crushed!

Using his shoulders, Marcus held up the statue with all his strength, keeping it an inch away from Coyote's nose as she lay on the ground, frozen in fear.

"It seems that you're all brawn and no brain, boy!" Scales laughed as he watched Marcus strain as his arms and back began to ache terribly.

That sentence set Marcus off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. Suddenly, he felt his muscles start pumping with power. The strain on his back faded slightly. Marcus angrily sucked in some air and used all off his strength to the lift the statue away from Coyote until he was standing straight up. Finally, with a loud shout, he threw the statue over the side of the wall.

"Just like in my dream…" Coyote whispered to herself as she stood. "..Such power…"

Marcus, meanwhile, was staring with wide eyes at his hands.

"Since when was I so strong?" he thought in disbelief.

He could barely lift his dad's barbells, let alone a gigantic stone statue. So how come all of a sudden he had the strength of one hundred men? He didn't have time to ponder this as Scales leaped across the hole and charged headlong at him. Marcus nimbly front-flipped over Scales, then sprinted over to his staff and picked it up. Scales and Marcus ran toward each other with their weapons raised. The two opponents' weapons crossed. Marcus repeatedly thrust his staff at Scales, who barely sidestepped each attack, then swung his now straightened blade. Marcus blocked the blow. Scales swung again. This time, Marcus pushed heavily forward, impacting Scales' guard and sending him off balance. Marcus pushed his staff up underneath Scales' underarms and suspended him in a crucifixion hold. With that, he spun the staff in rapid circles and flung him off. Scales' sword went flying out of his hand. With an athletic front flip, Marcus caught the blade. When he landed, he extended the blade and ensnared the hooks on Scales' wrist. Then, he began spinning Scales above his head like a flail.

Finally, Marcus brought Scales down with a huge crash. The sword retracted, and Marcus tossed it aside. Scales weakly stood up, clutching his chest. Marcus walked toward him with a fiery glare in his eye.

Scales spat some blood out of the corner of his mouth.

"Is…that all you've got, kid?" he panted.

With those last words, Marcus threw a heavy roundhouse kick to Scales' head. Scales went sprawling backward until he stopped in front of the massive hole. Marcus drew his staff and pointed the spear end at Scales before the evil general could make another move.

"Yield." Marcus growled. "You're about two inches from falling to certain death, and now you have no weapon. I suggest you give us the Key and flee before I have to finish you off myself."

"Threatening me now, eh?" Scales said, heavily breathing. "I suppose there's no doubt about it…"

"What are you babbling about now?"

"…you are Kursed's offspring."

Marcus froze in his tracks. He dropped the staff. How did HE know about that?

"Only her son could possess the strength to defeat me so easily…I admired her…it's a shame that your father got her first."

Marcus angrily growled. Scales was making Fox sound like a murderer.

"Shut up! Her name is Krystal! Don't you DARE call her that!"

"Who's without a weapon now, you worm?"

Scales suddenly sprang up and slashed Marcus across the chest with his wrist hooks. Marcus screamed and fell on his back as the sharp steel ran quickly and painfully across his front. Coyote, meanwhile, was shocked to see that Scales had injured Marcus so badly with so little effort. Whatever the case, her anger had overcome her. No way was that reptilian freak getting away with that!

She ran forward at Scales.

"You bastard!" she screamed.

She lifted up her foot and kicked Scales square in the chest, sending him off balance. Scales screamed as he fell into the pit to his doom. The Krazoa Key flew out of his pocket and landed right in Coyote's hand. She slowly watched as Scales fell further and further until she couldn't see him anymore. Within a few moments, she heard a loud crash below.

"Good riddance…" she growled.

Right now, Coyote had more important things to worry about. The rain stopped and the dark clouds rolled away as she ran toward the collapsed Marcus.

'Mark! Are…are you OK?" she stammered as she knelt down beside him.

Marcus strained his face as he sat up. The dim light from Sauria's two moons illuminated them, revealing two large and slightly bloody gashes down Marcus' chest.

"I'm…fine. Just a little winded, that's all…did you get the Key?"

"Wha…well, yes, but why are you worried about that? You're hurt!"

She gently touched Marcus' wound. It stung him for a second, but he grinned.

"You dork. I've been through a lot worse than this. You don't need to worry about me."

Coyote was slightly angry at Marcus for calling her a dork, but she realized that he was definitely all right, so she giggled.

"I know…but you can't die on me now. How would I explain to your team that a dead Sharpclaw overlord killed you with a hook?"

They both laughed. In seconds, Coyote was once again entranced by Marcus' soul-piercing gaze and she was given the urge to say something to him, though she had the sickening feeling that he wouldn't react the way she was hoping.

"Besides," she finally said, the urge overcoming her. "You mean a lot to me."

"What?"

"Umm…nothing…but I'd say we're done here, right?"

Right as she said that, a wormhole opened up underneath them and they fell into it, screaming at the top of their lungs.

One perpetual fall later

After a continuous five minutes of falling through hyperspace, Marcus and Coyote hit the ground in a heap in front of the Warpstone.

"Alright! You made it!" Damalgo cheered.

"….more or less…ouch…" Coyote groaned.

The two teens stood up and shook the stars out of their eyes before Coyote took the Krazoa Key out of her pocket.

"Well done, both of ye!" the Warpstone beamed. "How's about the two of ye rest here for the night, eh?"

"Yeah." Coyote said. "We…well, let's just say we went through a lot up there"

"That's one nasty scar you got there!" Damalgo remarked, looking at Marcus' wound.

"Ah, it's nothin'." Marcus replied. "I'll go get some food."

He was about to run out of the grove when Coyote spoke up.

"Mark?'

He turned.

"Yeah?"

Coyote pinched her nose and scowled.

"Take a bath! You smell awful!"

She walked off. Marcus made sure she was out of earshot, then he smelled his armpit. It smelled like a rotten onion.

"This is one of those times where being a furry really sucks: we can smell B.O. from a mile away."

I figured I may as well give some more insight on the Darkstalkers fanfic I mentioned a few updates ago since I've begun working on it. For this update, I'll say what characters are in it.

The main protagonist Darkstalkers characters are Morrigan, Felicia, Lilith, Jon Talbain, Lord Raptor, and Hsien-ko. Demitri and Jedah are in the story as antagonists.

The two original characters are named Adam Kratos and Eric Matri. They both come from the same village and both have relationships with a Darkstalker. Guess which one it is.

Main characters from other universes are Ryu and Chun-Li from Street Fighter, a variation of Mega Man, and Chibiterasu from Okamiden.

Want more info? Tune in next week, same Starfox-time, same Starfox-channel!...yeah...that's how I'm closing it out...Why are you still here?