She ran past the limited armory tent that had its guns, bazooka's, ropes, ammunition and bombs and went straight to her own tent, while inside she rummaged in a trunk and found her grandmother's claw gauntlet. She slowly and tenderly slipped it over the hand that's knuckles were broke and snapped the connections around her wrist tight so that it wouldn't fall off. Next she grabbed the sai that her grandmother had had before she had taken it during her capture. She didn't know how to use sai's but she was willing to use it as best as she could. She next grabbed her sword, Nigrum Gladio, that was safely in its sheath and tied the leather band to her belt. She stood to leave but stopped, a glint of silver met her eye and she went to it. She fingered the swords that met her eye when she lifted the canvas from them, these were no normal swords. They sent a shiver down her spine and made her hand tremble. One was longer than the other, the grip was gold and covered in precious gems, the pommel on the grip was of a Cobra with its mouth open, the hood was splayed out. The blade was smooth, no nicks or dents or scrapes or chunks missing in it. It was covered in a fine gold dust that made the shiver steel shine brilliantly. The sword she had her hand on was the shorter one, the blade was also thinner. The pommel of this sword was an Eagle, the beak curved gently down, a tassel was connected to the back of the head of the Eagle. The blade of this sword was coated in diamond dust. These swords had been given to her by Dione, her father's long thought to be dead older half-sister. She remembered having a scientist test both swords to check for any poisons on the blades, both tests had come up negative but the scientist had said that they had been used as both had been broken then mended up near the grips. She looked at her own sword, she couldn't use Nigrum Gladio and these two swords at the same time but surely she could use two swords at once. When she left her tent she was clumsily tying the longer Cobra-headed handle sword to her belt.

"Angel you are insane!" General Faulk yelled at her as she went past. "You're hand is broke, you've got bandaging on your chest and..."

"And there is a man out there that has been taken captive." Angel turned on the General. "Captain O'Nell risked his life to distract Professor Longnose, the least I can do is try to risk mine to rescue him."

"He risked his life for you to be safe! You are throwing it back in his face!" General Faulk roared. "You..."

Angel walked past the General, for all of that morning he had been ranting at her, telling her that she was a fool then going on saying that if he was her he would have thrown the idea of rescuing Captain O'Nell away. To her, that was a great disappointment. She had been risking her life, and her freedom, to take back Earth for the people that lived on it for so long, she had thrown her life to the back burner just to help the people of Earth get back to a normal, or somewhat normal, routine. When she walked past the Lieutenant he hesitated then followed her, his head was still swaddled in bandaging but he offered to help her as much as he was able to. She nodded her head and ordered that he rally the troops, that they were headed to Beijing to finish taking China back. He nodded his head and left.

"General, I will say this one time and one time only." Angel turned to the General who now was at her elbows. "I'm heading to Beijing. I'm heading to fight them where they are stationed and I'm heading to rescue the Captain. Get out of my way if you are not going to assist me in, if you are then shut your mouth and start being the General that you keep gloating to be."

She and General Faulk looked at each other for a few minutes then he turned and went to his tent, Angel nodded her head and went back to what she was doing before she had stopped. She knew that Captain O'Nell was alive, she had looked at the mirror that Dione had given her some time ago and had seen him sitting on a floor surrounded by bars, he didn't seem to be able to use his arms and legs well but he was trying.

"I have a hundred men ready to go, Miss Irene." Lieutenant Rollins ran up, he saluted her quickly.

"Gregory Li!" Angel called out when she saw the hunter walking from a tent. "Can you come here for a minute please."

The second unit had not been touched, she had found out after waking up a few hours later, she had been right impressed. Each of the hunters in the second unit had brought their own guns and their own ammunition and each had also supplied their own camouflaged outfits which had worked great against the forested area behind the Great Wall. Gregory Li ran up, he stood about five foot eight and a half inches tall but the muscle he had made him look shorter. As soon as he was close to her Angel placed her hand on his shoulder and asked him to walk with him. Lieutenant Rollins followed behind them as they talked.

"I heard that the Captain was taken hostage." Greg sighed. "Is he still alive?"

"He is," Angel replied. "the Lieutenant and I have a small group of a hundred men ready to go to Beijing to go rescue him."

"Isn't Beijing also where your grandfather is staying?" Greg asked.

"It indeed is." Angel brought her finger up quickly then lowered it. "So along with rescuing the Captain we're also hoping to teach my father and grandfather a lesson on who to mess with and who not to mess with."

"Who all is there?" Greg asked. "In your family that is."

"All except for Dara Dara and Triskull." Angel replied. "My brother is injured, he cannot fight. My sister, grandparents and father are the ones that are able to fight."

"You need help?" Greg asked. "We are just itchin' for another fight, we had a good party last night and had a ball. We're all ready to do it over again."

"Gather everyone who is willing to fight quickly." Angel ordered. "We head in in less than ten minutes."

"Yes ma'am!" Greg ran off.

Ned Thomas O'Nell, captain of the National Guard for four years with a fiancée, thought he was a goner when the long-nosed monster walked up to his cell. He took one look at the monster that had made his head snap back with one punch and a shiver ran down his spine. He pushed himself to the back of his cell and wrapped his hands around the two closest bars tightly. The monster inserted a key, a silver key that looked like it had a skull on it, into the lock. The monster didn't waste any time in walking into the cell and grabbing him, he tried to keep his hold on the bars of the cell but the monster was strong and with one yank he had him thrown out of the cell. If not for his head slamming down against the smokey gray marble floor he would have taken off at a run and tried to escape but his head swam in a haze and pain shot throughout his body, he lost all movement in his arms and legs for a few seconds. A shadow fell over him and he felt himself being yanked up to his feet, his legs still were not working properly and he was dragged along the floor to the door. When the monster got to the door he jerked him up, yelling for him to pick up his feet. He was able to walk out of the dungeon of the ship he was on but after ten feet his knees buckled and he fell. This seemed to piss the monster that had a good hold on his arm.

"Will you pick up your dang feet!" the monster shouted at him. "Show some dignity for the last few minutes of your pathetic life!"

His arm was being held at an angle, he knew all blood circulation in it had been cut off, his other arm he could feel and move now. He was able to walk now, but not at the fast pace that the monster wanted him to go in; he'd walk a few feet then stumble and be dragged on the pretty carpet that ran through the hallway then be yanked to his feet and be shouted at to stop being a baby and walk. There was a doorway ten feet from them, and he was being taken to it. Before they were able to turn and head into it a brown furred creature that had gray fur around his muzzle and eyes wearing a red uniform with a white apron over top of it ran up shouting for them to stop.

"Master Vile wishes for you to bring the human to the dining room." the brown furred creature said to the long-nosed monster.

"The dining room is further down the hall and this human is stubborn." the long-nosed monster sighed. "He acts like he can't walk."

"My masters order." the creature said.

Ned had found his feet and walked almost all the way down the long hallway to another doorway before his knees buckled and he fell to the carpet. The monster this time didn't yell at him, he just dragged him into the dining room, the right side of his lower back slammed into the dining room table and he felt a great ache and gasped out loud. The monster didn't stop until he was at the head of the table, he wrapped a thin but strong chain around Ned's wrists then yanked him up to his feet, there was a metal bar hanging above him and the monster was snapping him up to it. When the monster was done his toes barely reached to the ground, this did not help his back at all. As he waited for the pain in his back to subside he looked around. The room he was in was rather big but, to Ned, the room was grotesquely decorated. There was a long wooden table in the room that had a candelabra in the center, all along both sides of the table were trim gold painted chairs with red cushions, the chair at the head of the table was bigger and silver painted, it had a purple cushion. There was a matching chair on the other end of the table. There were torches that were on long stands that lit up the room, their flames swinging this way and that, sending small shadows against the walls. A shelf ran all around the room, it stopped only at the doorways, on the shelves were the assortment of, to Ned O'Nell, gruesome and ulgy skulls that were painted to almost look real, they held candles which were lit. Also, on the shelf between each candle holding skull were vases that held black and red flowers that had thorns on the stems. There was a fine mist on the floor, when he moved his foot he saw that there was a red carpet under his feet. The walls were dark red in color except for an area near the head of the table behind the silver painted, purple cushioned chair, which was lighter red and shaped like a pair of angered, evil eyes. The eyes on the wall seemed to hypnotize him, they captured his eyes and he felt himself leave his body.

"Take it in while you can human." a deep, angered voice said behind him. "It'll be the last pleasant sight you will see in this life."

Ned looked to his right, with his arms held up like they were he couldn't look behind him. When he saw nothing he looked to the left, Master Vile had just passed by him and was headed to the silver painted purple cushioned chair at the head of the table. He sat down then held his hand up, he gestured to someone behind Ned. He heard a series of clicks then saw Rita Repulsa walk past him, she took the chair on Master Vile's right, Rita looked back and gave him a sneering grin. Just looking at the oldest daughter of Master Vile's face made Ned feel somewhat flirtatious, he struggled to contain it. While Rita wasn't as gorgeous as Angel, she was real pretty.

"Don't you stare too long now," Rita screeched flirtily. "I make men go blind."

Master Vile cleared his throat loudly and she turned around, Ned found himself staring into the face of his captor, them glowing golden-yellow eyes of his spewed out great anger. He swallowed hard and that was when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him from his right, he slowly and fearfully turned and looked at the most fearsome creature he had ever seen, Master Vile was dangerous as was his father and he feared them but this one made his heart near stop. The being staring at him had a red muscular body, pulsing in deep muscle, that was covered densely in chrome with tubes that blue liquid flowed through, he had a chrome face, a part of it stuck up straight and had a Z on the tip, his brain was fully exposed. The being pulled his arm and then walked forward, he was holding a chrome staff with a Z on it.

"Flirting with a captive are we my love?" the chromed-being asked Rita.

"Only slightly my love." Rita replied.

"Be careful with that." the chromed-being said, he took a seat beside Rita.

"Don't become jealous Zeddy." Rita said affectionately. "You know I belong to you and only you."

"Unfortunately." Master Vile grumbled.

Angel had planned on storming her father's ship, SkullTerra, of literally running in and blasting the ship to pieces but then she had seen Kelso walking by, his head down and looking miserable. She looked at Lieutenant Rollins and tapped her nose then went forward, before the Lieutenant's eyes she transformed into her father. He watched as she walked up to the goat-man who had gray horns that swept back in a complete circle, the goat-man had brown fur, he was wearing a red uniform with black shoes, he had hooves instead of hands. Angel seemed to have her father's mannerisms down pat because as soon as the goat-man saw her as her father he bowed deep then stood up straight.

"My master!" Kelso exclaimed. "I thought you would be at dinner with your family."

"I am headed there now." Angel said, her voice came out sounding like her father's. "Has the captive been taken care of?"

"Yessir!" Kelso said loudly. "Professor Longnose took care of him personally. He awaiting you at the dinner table."

"Good, very good." Angel said. "Must now go and not keep company waiting."

Angel walked towards the ship, she turned slowly and when she saw that Kelso had turned she ducked behind a pile of wood. She changed back to herself, shuddering at the thought that she had actually transformed into her father. During her short conversation with Kelso she had nearly had to close her eyes to prevent him from seeing that he was not talking with his master and she was glad he hadn't said anything about the color of the elongated ears which had gone a deep dark red instead of gold.

"Lieutenant," she whispered into her walkie. "wait until I give the signal."

"We're waiting boss." the Lieutenant's voice came over the walkie.

Ned learned a lot about the family that had seated themselves at the dining room table for supper, he learned that the Vile family, and the Surfeit family who had joined soon after Lord Zedd had sat down beside Rita, were a sophisticated family and that they acted like a normal family except that they ate weird things and addressed each other in weird fashions. Take for example Rita Repulsa whenever she spoke to her father, she would use terms such as dreaded, hideous and horrid in front of the title of father and her father acted as if he was pleased, or flattered, by the usage of those words in reference to himself. Master Vile seemed not to like his son-in-law much, whenever Lord Zedd spoke Master Vile would always come back with an insult which would end up in a mini fight between the two, Master Vile and his father seemed to have a somewhat strained relationship as well.

A buffet had been served by a pig wearing a very dirty apron, the pig had a tuft of brown hair on top of his head and tusks that curled around his snout, he also had black beady eyes. It was of the oddest sort of food that Ned had ever seen! A boa had been roasted and made to look coiled up, when Master Vile had cut into it live snakes and a deep green sauce had come out. KurukVile had snatched up a few and so had Irka, Rita had grabbed two large snakes and Lord Zedd had grabbed one. They ate the snakes slowly, no one saying a word. When they were done with the live snakes they turned to the roasted snake, KurukVile ate a large chunk from it and Master Vile ate an equally large chunk, the ladies at the table ate small amounts from the roasted snake while Lord Zedd only toyed with the roasted snake and ate none. When they were done with the roasted snake with its live innards the pig-chef came in and took the tray that it had been on, he left and returned a few seconds later with five trays of bugs that's shells had been baked. As Ned watched, Irka inserted her forked into the shell and split it, the bugs innards had been mushed and half baked, she slurped the innards into her mouth then took a bite from the shell. Ned thought he would get sick, all around the table the family was eating the baked bugs. It wasn't just large roaches sitting on the trays that they ate, they also had huge crickets, worms, Cicada's and Dung Beetles, all had been baked inside and out.

"Good appetizer son," KurukVile said, he leaned back in his chair. "I see you have employed a well educated cook."

"Glog has one of the best records of being a cook on Gamma-Vile." Master Vile replied. "Could not pass him down when he applied for the job."

"Now that the appetizer is done," Irka said, she leaned forward. "it is now time for the main course."

Irka's looking at Ned made him shiver violently. Rita turned around and poked him in the stomach with her fork then giggled, Ned near lost his bladder. He got the mental picture of Master Vile standing up, unhooking him from the metal bar that he was hanging from and throwing him onto the table. He imagined the Surfeit family and the Vile family and Lord Zedd circling around him, eying him before each took a fork and knife and started in on him. In his mind he saw KurukVile punching his hand into his stomach, tearing out his intestines and eating them while his son, Master Vile, punched his hand into his chest ripping out his still beating heart. His idea of Rita and Irka sinking their forks into his mid-section scared him to death. Before he had a chance to start begging for his life the family in front of him started laughing.

"Did you see the look on his face!" Rita exclaimed. "He was terrified!"

"I've seen that look several times in my conquering career." Master Vile laughed. "Never gets old!"

Ned looked at the family in front of him with incredulous eyes, at first he didn't know why they were laughing then it struck him hard. They were laughing at him because he had gotten scared. They laughed a little longer until the main course was delivered, it was an assortment of either badly burned meats or meats that the top crust was burnt to a crisp but the under layer was medium rare. There were also bowls full of sauced beans, a corn that floated in an orange liquid, a bowl of what looked to be black gravy and a bowl of soupy potatoes that had green leaves floating on the top. The meats were served on bright silver trays while the side dishes were served in bright silver bowls.

"So," KurukVile said, he looked up at Ned slowly, a trickle of black gravy going down his chin. "where is this camp that my granddaughter is staying and where she has my son and daughter?"

"Someplace safe." Ned replied. "Far from here."

"Where?" Master Vile asked, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What location?"

"Maybe he would tell us if he knew why we want to capture Angel." Irka said, she reached forward and wiped the gravy from her husband's chin with a napkin.

Angel had moved to hide in a better location, she watched as a hole was dug then a post was shoved in and the dirt was placed around it. She didn't need to know what it was for, chains had been placed on the top and let to dangle down. A table had been placed down near the post along with a chair, Kelso had brought a leather box over and sat it on the table's surface. She could only imagine what kind of devices were inside of it.

"Angel. Angel are you there?" she heard Lieutenant Rollins call through the walkie.

"Charles, keep your voice down." Angel said, she had fumbled the walkie from its hook on her belt and near dropped it twice. "I'm here, won't be much longer."

"It seems like hours!" Lieutenant Rollins replied.

"I know." Angel answered. "But it won't be much longer, they'll be bringing him out here. You see that post they had erected up?"

"Yeah." the Lieutenant said back.

"They're gonna bring him out, tie him to it then torture him." Angel said. "They're going to do all that they can to get information out of him."

"I'd hate to know what kind of torture he will be forced to go through." Lieutenant Rollins replied, his voice came back shaky. "Or has already gone through."

"Hope, Charles." Angel said into her walkie. "We'll rescue him. Just have patience and hope."

The sun had set, fully, casting the western hemisphere into a darkness that made her shiver. She had lost the time, when she had teleported herself, Lieutenant Rollins and the troops and huntsmen to the area it had been mid afternoon, the sun had been shining down casting a nice warmth to the Earth below. Now the sun had set, sending the Earth into a chilly cold. She looked up and saw that the sky hadn't darkened up to a pure black, it was more like a dark blue with tiny pinpoints of light in it, a large yellow sphere that was the moon sent a glow down to the land below.

"That is sick!" Ned exclaimed. "She's your daughter you shouldn't even have the thought in your mind about that with her!"

"Simple minded human," KurukVile laughed. "surely you and your kind have done what he has planned."

"No!" Ned exclaimed. "Hell no! We haven't done any of that shit for hundreds of years!"

"It's not at all bad, son." KurukVile replied, he was now chuckling. "She will have a good life."

"A life that she will be truly disgusted with!" Ned yelled. "I'm pure human and am disgusted by your plan what do you think she will think when she finds out? She'll react in the same fashion."

"For a short while." Master Vile replied. "She'll come around after awhile."

Ned was disgusted and it wasn't because of the foods on the table, the main course had been eaten with the remains being taken away. Now on the table were large trays of cake that had bugs baked inside, pie with bug guts instead of fruit, gelatin with worms wiggling about inside of it and bowls of fruit that had near spoiled. No, it wasn't the food that they were eating that had disgusted him, it was Master Vile's plan that included his daughter. In between eating he had been explained what the warlord's plan was, Angel would live with her father and regard him as simply father or any other title which meant father for a while before Master Vile would begin his plan of wooing her. Master Vile had the sick idea that Angel Irene, his daughter through a human woman, would be open to her being his daughter-mate. He knew that Angel would flat out be against it, she wouldn't comply with his wishes and surely she would never allow herself to live with him or act in any way respectable towards him. Ned had sat by enough fires with Angel hearing how she had escaped time and again from her father, he knew that she had no love for her father, she did care enough to not let them harm him or destroy him but she felt no love towards him.

"Now that you know our son's plan," KurukVile said, he leaned over the piece of cake that he had on his plate. "we need the location of the camp that she and my son and daughter are at."

"She had your daughter held captive," Ned answered truthfully. "your son, on the other hand, is free. He's been milling around our camp for some time trying to get inside of it."

"Where is it?" Lord Zedd demanded, he waved his fist in front of Ned's face. "Tell us now!"

"Quiet up Chrome Face!" Master Vile growled.

"I'll never tell you." Ned said strongly. "You can torture me and I'd still not spit anything out."

The waiting came to an end fifteen minutes later, Angel had to near lie on the ground to avoid being seen. Her father walked from his ship, Captain O'Nell being near dragged out by his shoulders, followed by his father, Rita and her husband Lord Zedd and Irka. Rita, Lord Zedd and Irka went off to the side and sat in some chairs, KurukVile wrapped Irka up in a fur blanket and gave her a kiss then walked over to his son. Kelso and another goat-man, a huge guy with straight, and sharp, yellow horns on top of his head, wrapped the chains around the Captain's wrists. She knew the goat-man from when her father had captured her the first time, his name was Nygiti and he was a bruiser! As soon as Kelso turned and ran off Nygiti grabbed Captain O'Nell's hair and leaned in, Angel saw that his lips were moving and knew that he was saying something to the Captain.

"I gave you a chance to talk on your own," she heard her father yell. "I gave you plenty of time during our meal to to me, us, the location of my younger brother and sister and my daughter. I should have known better! Torture will get what I want. Lynster!"

Angel watched as Lynster, an anthropomorphic brown furred Scottish Terrier-rat looking creature that had gray around his muzzle and eyes wearing a red uniform with a white apron over the top of it ran over to her father. He handed Master Vile a whip that had three coils on it then ran off. Angel watched as her father walked a few feet from Captain O'Nell, when he turned around he let the coiled whip drop. The look on his face was deadly, his thin lips were drawn back and the fangs on his upper and lower teeth were bared. A crackle came through on her walkie and she turned to shut it off, it was then that she heard a triple crack and the scream of pain after the triple-whip had struck the Captain's back. Angel snapped the walkie off then looked up, the Captain's cries were loud and many because her father kept swinging the whip, when the Captain had been brought out he had been wearing a green shirt, that shirt was now in tatters and his back was now bleeding profusely and it got worse with each swing of the whip. Her father swung the whip fifty times before he stopped. Angel transformed into a lizard and ran from her hiding spot, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the Captain then leaped up onto his leg and crawled up, her father never saw her.

"Where is the camp that my youngest child and my younger brother and sister are at?" Master Vile asked angrily.

"My mother can whip harder than that!" Captain O'Nell said, he was breathing hard.

"Where are they!" Master Vile shouted, he swung the whip and Captain O'Nell screamed. "I'll have you without any skin on your back if you do not tell me where they are!"

"Go to hell you Demon of Hades!" Captain O'Nell shouted.

Master Vile swung Captain O'Nell unmercifully fifty move times, blood was now being thrown all over the place because he didn't swing the whip up and down, he swung from side to side and with each swing the whip went in deep and when it was pulled back a layer of skin would come with it. Captain O'Nell screamed in pain with each punishing lash but he didn't say a word, he had seen the lizard climb onto his shoulder and had heard it say hold on before it climbed up his arms to the top of the post where he lost sight of it. He knew who it was, he didn't need to be told that the lizard was Angel because he had seen the red scales and emerald-green eyes.

"Spill your tongue boy!" Master Vile shouted furiously. "Where are they!"

"You call that punishment?" Captain O'Nell laughed. "My own parents have you bested."

He heard the footsteps behind him then he felt the hand grab his hair, his head was pulled around to the side and he started eye to eye with Master Vile. He had been chained around the waist to the post with his hand held above his head straight, now her felt the chain that was around his waist fall. He was twisted around to facing away from the post, the chain that had been around his waist was not replaced. The creature that had been called Lynster ran over with the chair and a goat-man ran up with the table, they placed them a foot from him. When he felt hands tearing at his belt he looked down. Master Vile had his belt torn off then with one quick jerk of his hand he had the front of his pants ripped from his body, he did the same with his boxer shorts. Now standing with his private parts wagging in the air, fully out for all to see, he blushed greatly from both embarrassment and from fear.

"Being a male I am fully aware that the sack is a cherished item for a man." Master Vile was saying. "It holds the juice of life, the half of what is needed for offspring to be made. A man's sack represents virility in the sense of male confidence, strength and energy."

Master Vile walked to the table and opened the box, a simple rectangular brown leather box with a gold latch on the side. He rummaged inside then took out some items, he placed them on the table so that Ned could see them. A pair of claw clamps, a needle, a pair of scissors, a hammer and a long and thick nail were now on the table, each instrument shined brightly of silver with gold trim. When Master Vile closed the box he turned to Ned, his eyes full of hate and anger. Ned swallowed loudly.

"Where is the camp?" Master Vile asked him again. He walked forward, he had the hammer and was tapping the end in his camp.

"It's in..." Ned was scared, he pulled back against the post then pulled to the side, he tried to turn around but found that he couldn't.

"Yes..." Master Vile said, he was now a foot from Ned. "What was that?"

"Up your nose, down your pants and probably inside your ass." Ned said, he had looked up to see the lizard, Angel, looking down at him.

"Wrong answer!"

Angel looked down in time to see her father swing the hammer that he held in his hand, she thought he had swung it at the Captain's stomach but when he swung it again she saw clearly that it wasn't Captain O'Nell's stomach he was assaulting, it was his crotch. Captain O'Nell yelled in pain, the chords in his neck stood out and his hands writhed in pain. She saw that her father had swung the hammer five times, hitting the Captain on his private part each time hard. When he stopped he demanded to know where the camp was and Captain O'Nell, despite the pain, declined telling him. Master Vile nodded his head then went back to the table.

"Apparently you do not intend to have children." Master Vile said.

Ned gasped, the pain in his groin hurt him greatly. He looked up, when he saw Angel looking down at him he mouthed what are you waiting for to her. When he looked forward he saw that Master Vile had turned, he was now holding the claw clamps, both of them, in his hand. With his vacant hand he was fingering them, rolling each finger over the clamps' claws gingerly. Ned's breathing grew faster, louder, he felt sweat flow down his body and he felt the urge to urinate.

"You know what these are young fellow?" Master Vile said, he pointed at the claw clamps.

"N-no sir." Ned stuttered.

"I've used these a few times in the past to get information from men who are close to the enemy." Master Vile explained. "Usually, they are just to put fear into a being but I have used them. They're testicle clamps, young man. Used to hold a being's balls during castration."

Angel looked down, she had heard the whole conversation. Her father had stepped up to Captain O'Nell, he was holding the claw clamps up to the Captain's face which was turned. The Captain's chest heaved up and down, he wore the very look of fear on his face. When her father asked him again to tell the whereabouts of the camp he, after a long pause, again claimed to not know. Master Vile nodded his head then backed away, Angel transformed from her lizard-form to her true form, only when she did so she made herself as small as a rat.

"I gave you a chance and you blew it." Master Vile said. "Kiss your balls goodbye."

Angel slid down the back of the post, changing size as she did from being as small as a rat to being her full size of five foot seven inches. It didn't seem like anyone noticed because no one called out that she was being the post. She peaked her head around the post once and saw that Captain O'Nell was looking down. Although her knuckles where broken, she made her hand into a fist, the blades of her grandmother's claw gauntlet shot out.

Ned was looking down alright, it wasn't out of curiosity though but out of fear. Large droplets of sweat fell from his body, his body shivered in fear and his breath caught in his chest. Master Vile worked quickly, he opened the clamps and placed them, one at a time, over his testicles then he shut them tightly. Ned lost control, as soon as the last clamp was closed and Master Vile had turned to get the scissors from the table which had been brought over closer, his bladder released. A roar of laughter rose from the monsters that were either sitting or standing near, Master Vile turned, having collected the scissors, and just shook his head miserably. He pushed the scissors close to Ned's scrotum and was about to squeeze the blades shut when, suddenly, a pair of claws lashed out at him and he fell back. He brought his hand up to his chest, when he pulled his hand back and looked at it he saw his green colored blood dripping from his fingers. Ned turned his head to the side quickly and saw, to his amazement and to his great relief, Angel Irene step from behind the post that he was chained to.

"You're the one who needs to be castrated old man." Angel said to her father. "¡Ándele! ¡Ándele! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba! ¡Epa! ¡Epa! ¡Epa! Yeehaw!"

A volley of bullets rang out from all sides, Irka dropped to the ground as did Rita, Lord Zedd fired white lightning bolts from his Z-Staff and KurukVile was sending counter attacks back with his elemental powers. Angel swung her claw gauntlet once more and Ned found himself free. He yelled at Angel to hurry as she cut the chains that were around his wrists then he grabbed the shirt that she had taken from her body and wrapped it around his waist, he ran off with one of his hands between his legs trying to unclamp the claw clamps that were still on his balls.

A roar made Angel turn her attention forward, she saw her father run at her. She leaped into the air and flipped over him, when she landed behind him she twisted around and slashed the clawed gauntlet again. The blades caught against his back, they tore four long gashes into the half flesh, half bone, parts of his back. Her father roared and turned around, he lunged to grab her and she ducked, he ran over top of her which gave her an opportunity to swing the gauntlet again. It caught against his inner thigh, very high up. He gasped loudly and reached inside his cloak, feeling to see if he was still there which gave Angel enough time to get to her feet. She ran and jumped to his back, he forgot about checking himself and started flinging his arms about, trying to grab her in the process. Angel had one of her arms hooked around his neck, the one with the gauntlet around it she swung up. She was about to swing it down when she felt someone grab her from behind. She screamed as she felt herself being ripped from her father and thrown to the ground.

"How dare you use my weapon against your father!" Irka yelled at her granddaughter. "Gimmee my gauntlet now!"

"Sure, I'll return it by embedding it into your body." Angel shouted.

Angel jumped up and ran at her grandmother, she slashed the wrist gauntlet and caught some of the fabric of Irka's dress but no blood was drawn as Irka had pulled back just in time. Angel saw that it was time to use the sai, she wrenched the sai from her belt and swung it. Irka had seen it being withdrawn from her belt and had jumped away when she had swung it, before she could swing it again her grandmother ran forward and grabbed her wrist. The sai was torn from Angel's hand, Angel though didn't cry about the weapon being taken from her, she swung the wrist gauntlet and it caught against her grandmother's shoulder. Irka screamed in pain then fell back, she placed her hand on her shoulder then looked at it. With her mouth open, she ran at her granddaughter, her hand still up in front of her face, and jumped. She wrapped her skeletal fingers around Angel's arm and tore at the straps of the gauntlet that were around her wrist. Angel fought her, she grabbed her grandmother by her hair and pulled hard, although her grandmother's head was pulled back and she screamed she still tore at the connections of the wrist gauntlet. Angel kicked her leg up and made her grandmother's legs fly from underneath of her. As soon as her grandmother was on her knees Angel wrenched away from her, although Angel had gotten free her grandmother had had enough time to unsnap the last hook of the wrist gauntlet. Her grandmother had it now, Irka was rolling away, the gauntlet held tightly to her chest.

"Why you little..."

Angel turned to see her grandfather rush at her, she transformed into a smaller version of herself and he ran past, she went back to her full size then ran at him, tearing the sword that Dione had given her months ago out from its sheath. KurukVile had turned towards her, when he looked down and saw the sword he gasped, Angel swung the sword and her grandfather ducked. With cat-like reflexes Angel turned around and ran at him again, she slashed at him, catching him several times. Fur from the robe he was wearing flew all over the place, she jumped back when he swung his hand at her, his fingernails out to cut into her skin. Twirling as fast as she could, Angel swung the sword hard and her grandfather howled in pain, three of his fingers fell to the ground. She swung the sword again and caught him on his side, he dropped to his knees with his un-injured hand on his ribs. To add insult to his injury, Angel kicked her foot into his crotch, he roared out in pain.

"Enjoy granddaddy!" Angel laughed. "A little present from yours truly."

Hearing running feet behind her, she turned, swinging the sword and charging a blast as she did. Her father was charging at her, his face an ugly, angry thing with glowing golden-yellow eyes, his lips curled into a menacing snarl, his nose curled up as if he smelled something horrible. Angel released the lightning charge that she had been holding, it went straight at, and struck, her father. Her father flew high, the lightning charge still wrapped around him and electrocuting him. When he collided with the ground the lightning attack subsided. He rolled over to his side, his chest heaving up and down and his breathing loud and wheezy. Angel ran at him, she had replaced the sword in its sheath. When she got to him she placed her hand on his leg, Master Vile was engulfed in a green energized lightning bolt that made him howl at the sky, the chords in his neck bulged out, he flailed his arms and legs, Angel let go. Her father lay on his back, smoke rising from his body, his eyes fully open and his chest raising and falling heavily.

"Daddy!" Rita screamed.

Angel turned around, transforming while doing so into a dark red striped Tiger. Her sister was five feet from their father, she was without her wand. Angel roared then charged, she tore across the few feet between her and her sister then leaped into the air, Rita had turned slightly so when she landed she hit her side. Angel snapped her sharp teeth at her sister, biting then tearing back the flesh of her shoulder and arm, Rita screamed and turned to run. Angel let her get a few feet away from her before charging again, her jaws were open, blood dripped from them. She gathered her tiger legs underneath of her and leaped into the air, Rita's legs were pulled from under her and she flew to the ground. Acting fast, she turned around, her younger sister had already climbed on top of her. Rita's brown eyes stared fearfully into Angel's emerald-green ones with the golden-yellow ring around the pupils, they simply stared at each other before Angel opened her jaws and roared at her. Drops of saliva and blood slapped Rita in the face, Rita screamed loudly and kicked her legs out. The toe of one of her heels was kicked into Angel's Tiger-belly. Angel backed off, she shook her head then loped off towards her father who had gotten up to his knees.

"Angel that is enough!" Master Vile yelled, his yell came out wheezy and choked. "You've caused enough damage for the night child! True form come around, stay and remain! Let the pelt of the Tiger fall, let the skin of human pop out, let the form of truth remain!"

Angel's Tiger-form changed as she charged at her father, she didn't mind her father doing a spell to change her to her true form, it offered a good opportunity. Her father got one knee up and that was all, Angel ran into him, flattening him to his back. She stood up, pulled the sword from its sheath and swung it, her father turned his body to the left to avoid being it. Angel hadn't meant to strike him with the sword mortally, just enough to put him out of commission for a while, the sword cut into the Earth a fraction of an inch from his right ear. She kicked her father hard in the back three times then she walked around her father and kicked her leg back, her heel slammed into his groin hard and made all of the fight vanish from his face. He reached his hands in between his legs and started rocking back and forth, moaning all the while. Angel looked up, she saw that all of the soldiers and huntsmen were waiting for her, all of the monsters had been either killed or had run off, even Professor Longnose was missing. She looked at her father who had now stopped rocking, he was now up on his elbows, one hand still in between his legs. She kneeled down beside him, looked him in the eyes and snarled deeply, he didn't move back, he simply stayed where he was, looking at her. There was deep anger in his eyes, a deeply anger, sweat dripped from his face. His robe was in tatters, he was cut in several places.

"Listen to me and listen closely, old man." she said to him. "I mean business, I'm taking back this planet and you cannot stop me. You screwed up bad when you came here and you'd better leave before someone gets hurt worse than what they are now."

"You've won this battle, Daughter." Master Vile said in an almost calm fashion. "But you have lost the war. This is my planet! I have conquered it. And you are my daughter and you will be captured by me and you will be deeply punished for everything you have done. Every last thing!"

Angel started walking away, when she saw the Lieutenant she started running. Master Vile looked up in time to see his daughter, his youngest daughter who he planned to make his mate sometime in the future wrap her arms around the man, he heard two words come up between them before she teleported them, and the soldiers and huntsmen, out of the area. He dragged himself over to his oldest daughter, making sure that she was okay. Her arm and shoulder were torn badly, the flesh nearly ripped to the bone. When he got to her she wrapped her un-injured arm around him and cried into his shoulder. Master Vile looked over and saw that his mother was beside his father who was on his side on the ground. She was screaming for someone to help. His mother screaming, his father lying on his side, he himself being injured and his oldest daughter crying into his shoulder, the flesh on her shoulder and arm ripped near to the bone, made the anger swell to a deeper level in him. His sights caught on Lynster who was running forward, the Claydo was followed by Kelso, Nygiti and the other servants on his ship. A group stopped and assisted his mother and father while another, Lynster amongst them, ran to him and Rita. When Lynster got within grabbing distance Master Vile shot his hand forward, he grabbed the Claydo's apron and pulled him in close.

"Let Nygiti and the others in this group tend to us," he growled to the now cowering Claydo. "go look up Yellow Stone on the map immediately!"