Mikekolt's Revenge: Counteraction Corps Plus

by TheLegendaryBlackDragonKnight

It's been eight and a half years since the Titan Uprising, but Mikekolt's up against a now renegade Komodo Unit as the Dragon Hunters blame him for beginning the revolt insurrection on the San Hjierantruvalo Peninsula. With the aid of a imprisoned survivor of a team wiped out, they form a resistance brigade to fight the unit and put a end to their plan once and for all!

17. The Komodo's Will to Act

(A/N: I've been deciding for some time now and I think it's best for me to rewrite Mikekolt to be someone who actually came from the Audibaurjek Tribe considering at this point that even if it didn't come right away while I was writing the previous story, the Owl Gut Tribe just doesn't seem to fit him as much as it should. I'm going for more of a Black Panther/Wakanda style so that he could be... something better. I don't know, it just feels more right to make him feel more at home with himself; gives me a reason to have be more connected to Drayko in one way while having his own agendas for another. I'm not sure what you'll think of this, should I go with it or stick to what I wrote? Well to me weather or not it makes one difference for either choice, I'm gonna go with it and change his background. Remove traces of his Owl Gut Tribe affiliation since his ancestor created the tribe in the fall of the Old Kingdom, I think it makes it better. This chapter was based off Batman Begins as you'll know the similarities as soon as you read this)

Removing his Bravo Armor to hide and conceal his identity as a new recruit for the Komodo Unit from their most wanted man in the peninsula, restyling his hair so he can't be tracked or identified. He wore a basic nomad traveller's outfit that was dark brown and black, keeping in for the warmth of the outer environment that was cold though he couldn't tell the difference between what the San Hjierantruvalo Peninsula and the Paraliujiaduntwa Gulf was; he was in the truck that took him here right until the flaps were opened from the sides to see the road which left behind. As with all recruits he was thrown out of the truck onto the dried dirt road that also had a few small rocks littered about, along with his dufflebag that never left him or his back. Watching the truck leave and fade into silence he stood back up, looking at the cold blue skies with the field of mounds and small shallow puddles. Where does he begin to trek off to? Henric told him the northern slopes that there is a rare indigo flower that grows there, so with that knowledge remembered after a long time he made his first steps to the north of where he found himself in the Tibetan region; mountains on the east and snowcapped ones to the direction he faced with a plateau of ice before him, he started walking through a field of barren grass patches with spots of red and medium hand sized rocks to throw

Climbing atop of a hillside slope a bit off to the northwest he found before him an field that consisted of tall fangtian ji halberds that were square shaped with two crescent blades from either side, being host to vertical crossbar banners that stood straight for one and the second blew wherever the wind directed them to with the region of snow up ahead of him. From the sight the rare indigo flowers that he needed, he took one to place in his dufflebag as directed by the instructions of the man named Henric. Time to begin his trek up the slope that'll have him arrive at what he was seeking. He moved onward through the Vanajökull based glacier as it stood in his way along with the field of Svínafellsjökull based ice glaciers that followed, the journey forward was perilous but nothing he couldn't handle thanks to using the grapple claw that zipped him forward; even boosting himself upward as if he sat on a catapult that's been used to launch the flying machine bombers Tiburonkolt used for not only himself but for his homeland's renaissance guards of the time. He made sure to leave everything in his journal that has since been lost after the following years when the kingdom fell, ensuring no one can extract the information about the inventions of Leonardo Da Vinci's artwork of warfare

Riding upon a horse to take him faster up the mountain still took over half the hours that are still remaining in the morning before turning to midday from the stables he passed by, for all that trouble that was worth it he even took to riding a cold weathered Timberjack for the rest of the road that was up ahead of him before it could go no further when landing; flying in the mountainous region with this snowfall weather can really drain her out. Exerted as evidence from the heaving in her lungs, she lowered her back so Mikekolt could stroke her on the neck and leave behind a drink for her to use after such a exhausting flight. He soon approached an hamlet on the mountainside, halfway there to the top finally as the rest of the way he'll have to use his grappling claw to zip his way towards the higher ground. A pole was wrapped in it's own cloth on the right side while houses standing on stilts were on the left, but as soon as he walked past the first two houses the villagers started to return to their household; with a old man, an medicine man no less warned him to turn back because he doesn't know what that of which he seeks is not the full truth he's being told about. Knowing Henric it seemed, after all he did say that he was feared so no doubt he's seen the real deal behind him

He's not being denied the means of becoming a soldier of the Komodo Unit, he's been doing nothing but fighting off a paramilitaristic army that's growing stronger with each hour on the march; being with each passing second they only learn knowledge on how to defeat him. To join their ranks and betray the mission of stopping Grashunov from launching that ICBPSM at the Archipelago for the death of the Warlords at the cost of lives, there's no difference now. He will train to become one of them, he will learn how to defeat them and if not either of the two he will convince Hervatlock to join or fight him. There's no turning back for him and so he pressed on, past the hamlet on the mountainside and closer to his destination; resuming the trek up to the peak that overlooked everything there was to see from the Bhutanese temple. On the second to halfway point he lost track of time unsure of how long he'd been climbing, clearing a ridge with a jump across and falling to his knees as he was beyond exhausted; he's struggling to stay conscious through the blistering winds that were blowing through his hair. Pushing himself up, he trudged on with the cutting wind blasting against him and there he saw the temple that he was seeking. It was a beauty of Asiatic architecture if he's ever seen one so here it was:

The entrance was a horizontal rectangular shape that was tall as it was enough to shelter the seekers from the snow within the Himalayan range of the Tibetan region within the gulf, the sides had vertical bars with two of them having horizontal bars that evenly went across as if it were connecting to each other but are separated by a open space in between. The beams out at the front of either side on each corner of the outward facing rooftop looked like they both had a line in between them, the rooftop on the otherhand was slimmer but still went down; in between the horizontal bar above had a line of front round log facing beams as if it's a kind of outward facing Lincoln Logs separated only by a short beam with another horizontal one on top that went across. An added roof structure had both slanted ends to form a vertical ribbed pattern cover on top of the horizontal rectangular boarded sides, with a short beam from the farthest sides; two little taller ones in front of those and a single tallest beam on at the front. The main doors had three inward square links that went downward on either side, having an ribbed bauhinia flower link that also went down on either side of the frame; both the front of the thin rectangular strip of the frame was smooth and next to them on the farthest sides, are rounded edge pillar like structures that were dual ribbed like bamboo tubes that grew high to the heavens. The horizontal rectangular mural on top of the door frame depicted the artwork of two beings that held flat dishes that emitted clouds of smoke with the the third one sitting with both legs crossed and hands on it's knees; or at least half of the body as it's legs can't be seen but can be implied that the man is sitting in that position. Not a bad looking entry but it is of Asiatic origin so that can be excused, it was promising after all and it would look so good for Draconia whenever he had the option to draw this out in his journal

The sides of the entrance had a downward slanted roof with square shaped windows whose patterns on the top had diagonal ribbed wooden plank cracks that went downward on either side, alternating between the left to right which continued down to the front door stairs that was inside a horizontal rectangular space. This side was slanted into a small octagonal shape, which was the main featured presentation of this Bhutanese Temple, because now we're all gettin' to the good stuff here. The main octagonal shaped building had vertical ribbed railing on all the sides around the front with dual parallel bars on top for the diagonal facing sides to a thick horizontal bar for the frontal sides, all separated with a vertical standing bar and from the top a continuous horizontal rectangular bar that had a kind of running spiral meandros like pattern that were all long; extending from one flat side to the next one all around the rim. It's slanted roof also had a beam separating the different corners for that matter as well, an extra secondary layer on top had a vertical ribbed pattern across toward all round the square shape rim that were formed into a horizontal rectangular shape; having one bar that slants outward, with the upper beams on the upper third thinnest layer going up the slanted roof that is also horizontally ribbed on all sides. Now the third thinnest layer had square shaped and vertical ribbed segments that were also formed with a shorter slanted roof and shorter beam that's standing upward, connecting the beams all around to the lower half circle on the top; which was covered by a extending triangular sided roof that went into the southern half and it can best be described as having the same but smaller pattern on the sides, just like the one on the upper side of the main octagon building

The upper structure on the side of the main octagonal building had a triangular dual side roof followed by a trio of three medium sized horizontal ribbed pattern beams below that, which is supported by five two upper sided Y-shaped support beams that held the rooftop as inside the balcony; there was a vertical ribbed pattern that went around with one connecting beam that connected across beneath the Y-shaped branches that held it atop, the railing also has a vertical ribbed pattern on the board that had no holes in them. Inside of it there was a large to medium sized dual parallel ribbed upper half round shaped doorway on the front, there's not much of a purpose for that balcony but the advantage was to see some approaching men for archers to shoot at if they come with malicious intent; also being supported by the same beams that held the roof on top. Then again with a better perspective it looked like that it is on the right side of the main octagon building, but there's plenty more to be seen on this cool and gorgeous looking structure. On top of the former there was L-shaped structure that's atop of the one mentioned before, the farthest left side had a one sided triangular roof with eight beams that along to the right side; having a board to fill the open gap with a line that consists of square shaped viewing points all the way to the right side, including onto the building that it was apart of. The railing having a horizontally ribbed pattern this time around ten beams of the L-shaped building with the Y-shaped branches on top now being a slim lower half circular shape, even having three of the same doorways with one on the left and two on the right but only because it was the extended one of the two. The next building had a pair of two square shaped towers that went outward halfway with single inward square shaped dents consisting of four strips all three sides, being laid out with a balcony all around and a one side triangular shaped roof on the top for keeping out the cold blizzard snowflakes outside; at least from the inward rectangular shaped walkway. Also lined with the triangular sided roof on top on both outward facing towers. Next to them was the farthest right square shaped building which had a open doorway for another balcony also for archers on the horizon, the outward rooftop that featured the same shape for the others also had an extra secondary layer on top with upward curved wooden beams which there were twenty of them; three outward slanted supports on all sides with a vertical barred railing on the bottom and the doorway had two medium sized rectangular beams built on either side, with the other ones on top of the doorway forming a square shape with two long thin planks in between the short ones that were the second and the fourth ones. The upper secondary layer also extending outward a bit like a pyramid, this also had twenty upward curved beams while there were three horizontal ribbed lines on it's sides this time rather than six on the bottom. Only three more buildings remain with one on the farthest left, the highest top and atop of the dual tower building, there was also one that connected to the latter two with a upward slanted triangular roof having a vertical ribbed rim below it; three horizontal ribbed inward steps down with a dual inward square link pattern to have on the sides with some boards opened up inside, a parallel ribbed pattern below that as well as a third line of inward squares that lead down to the parallel ribbed border below. The entire outlook had nothing below it except that it was apart of the two former buildings, as it continued one step up to reach the farthest left one

The farthest left building started out with a vertical line of rectangles close together as if they were ribbed on the lowest rim which then had a small smooth rim on top of it followed by an thinner band, a dual ribbed rectangle to square shaped pattern before having three rectangle shapes on both of the outward facing corners as it went around; continuing the pattern that's also going outward with a little bit larger band and a square link line, also having a thin line of them atop of that. The main border below the railing was a three inward square pattern that's on the left to the front side, the railing atop of that was transparent netting that was solid; it's also one of those vertical beam on all sides of the square linked border pattern type so there is that for instance. The inside of the balcony had a dual rectangular shaped line that went on the top to bottom all around from the left to front side all while having two beams on both of the corners of the left side, five on the front and back that couldn't be seen. The top of that is more of the same three inward square linked line on the bottom with smooth square shaped flaps that open outward a bit on the top, a smooth thin band that went above that and having a outward facing triangular slanted roof on the top edge which actually curved up and out just a little bit by three meters; having a extra rectangular shaped stack on top of that just like the main octagonal shaped building. The top building had a small smooth band below the rooftop that was like all the other ones but didn't fully close, for the sunlight to peak down into what looked like an area that required sunlight but must've used a window for colder days that are to come; the band that was underneath was parallel with a ridge in between that ran along it, a third inward beam was found under that one which also went along with the corner curving upward like the dual outward towers building. The beams on either side of the front have an dual pair next to each other with two more bars that went outward next to each other, with a third one on top and another sticking out a little bit on the front as the rest followed but with no bar on top this time; the board that was under the roof had a beam across that followed all around the edged corners, with a small rectangular slit on either side of the left and right. It's four square link sides from the corner of the left to the next three to the other side had some kind of rectangular brick that stuck out in the dead center middle of it with two beams next to each other on both sides of the corner, the lower square link on the bottom had a calm water texture that was seamless; the top of the front wall also had a number of beams that stood in the middle of each beam behind the front beams which were shorter but still held the outer roof atop and the sides had shorter stubby ones of the sort. The tower next to the left which was arguably the tallest had a wall pattern consisting of the middle having a inward square of sorts that was also surrounded by two beams next to each other, followed by two more from either side that were further away from the square and two vertical rectangular slits having a pair of horizontal parallel bands on the top to bottom; continuing from either sides while the outward front had four bars in front set by five spaces apart from each other. The rooftop was like the rest but was more of a flat pyramid with five standing bars that had banners and flags that blew in the wind on the top, curving into rippling flaps within the cold blizzard winds of a chill mountaintop among the Tibetan region. Finally, that was just the outer appearance and some things like these cannot be taken for granted when not all of it is explored fully

Pounding on the door two times slowly, several seconds went on before opening inside as lo and behold; the interior which was rather basic looking really. Simple entry with two support beams at the front on either side, having two stands that held lit candles with the beams also having lit candles, at the front is a staircase with six steps through a rectangular hole and near the end of it all was a Persian rose decorated throne; the main hall is a round room with four beams on all four corners of the diagonal slanted walls with various different corridors just as the Komodo Unit soldiers exited out. Looks like he's their new guest then, he was greeted by the same man from before Henric who walked out and stood before him; the man that sat on the throne was someone known only as or at least named after Sun Tzu, but replace sun with sin to comprehend the idea. He started to speak in Urdu to which Henric translated for him

"What are you seeking?" He asked him as Mikekolt brought out the indigo flower he instructed to give to him, with Henric smirking in secret away from his vision. So he does remember, he thought to himself before showing it to Sin Tzu on the throne. Speaking again he translated to Mikekolt: "To know and slay your greatest enemy that is the Komodo Unit, you must become one among them. Are you ready to begin?"

"I can barely stand against them now" Mikekolt stated, out of breath but at that instant Henric decided that he could use a kick in the ass in order to get his blood flowing more coherently

"Death does not WAIT for you to be ready!" Henric shouted and kicked him in the stomach. "Death is not CONSIDERATE or FAIR!" Landing another kick to his downed opponent, Mikekolt began to stand back up. "Make no mistake: here you face death" He told him softly before attempting to kick him again

Grabbing the man's foot he effectively blocked the kick. "Tiger" He challenged, extending out his arms into claws to swipe across him face. He lunged forward with the scallop shaped blades flicked out to attack, being blocked with the man's arms that were adorning bracers; stunning him with a smack to the forehead before countering his wrap with a chop to his side. "Ju-jitsu" Knocking him away, he got back into another fighting stance on the defensive while he switched to another form of combat. "Panther"

Attacking head on with the moves of a panther, he took him at the leg to throw him overhead as that worked but allowed Henric to tell him: "You are skilled, mighty with the sword but this is not a dance!" He kicked him in the face with the lead toed boot that made his nose bleed with splatters of blood, throwing him to the ground where the puddle began to pour out on the dark but elegant wooden planked surface. "And... you are driven out of revenge but not towards me. Tell us, Castle; what plagues the mind of the fox?" He asked him as he tucked the indigo flower near his cheek

Seeing his sprawled out legs with his left arm facing straight down and the right arm bent facing forward, he saw that he looked uncomfortable as he was being poked by something; taking this out to find that it was a picture of his half-brother Breyerkolt. Henric set it ablaze with a lighter before turning it to ashes, smiling at the revelation before him. "We've found what troubles you Castle. You're not into personal gain, you seek the means to fight injustice in the peninsula and the gulf here; that picture was all I needed to see in order to understand the need for revenge. Let us have you rest, cleaned, fed... and shaved for tonight. The real training begins" Henric got him off the floor before being aided by the other soldiers to the barracks

Flashing back to the time that occurred in the aftermath of the Titan Uprising, becoming cold as well as distant for awhile as he looked back on that time where he gave up; putting a crossbow to his mouth so he can pull the trigger. Only to shoot at someone else who was grieving for their lost ones instead when Rainserviper saw what he was about to do, he missed that Whispering Death that he's grown up with; he guessed that he doesn't really need him or others anymore because it looks like he's turning into someone that can defend himself with various weapons and equipment. He felt the need to consult Drayko about this, but when he did it looked like he couldn't think about having to leave Toothless now that he's a loaded pistol of himself; he still needs him now and forever not as a comrade but as a brother in arm. He understood and left to return back to his lair, coming back to the present time as he stood on a balcony overlooking all of the Himalayas down below with three forward slanted fangtian ji halberds with banners on the bottom and blowing outward on the top side from the wind on the right with a wall on the left; Henric asked him about Breyerkolt as the frozen river ran across from them above

"Do you still feel responsible about your half-brother's sacrifice?" Henric asked with Mikekolt, who was now wearing something that was more like him to wear when becoming a soldier of the Komodo Unit: a pair of soft fabric and leather like robes for the cold weather of this gulf's region based off Tibet

These robes had dual sided wraps meeting each other at the bottom of the v-neck as each of them came in two colors which was a lighter dark tan colored inner tunic, having a built-in as well as simplistic belt across the waist with the lower half-skirt covering the front and back all around the lower thighs. Having brown pants with black gauntlets with three backward facing scallop blades and black boots, the secondary pair was a slightly lighter cream tan color but it still had a darker colored tone with brown edges; there was also an leathery look and touch in order to add into the style that he wore proudly with on his back. He had the choice between two robes that were either black or tan and brown but went with both of them, he saw it to be making the best out of two options than one

"My hatred for being denied revenge towards Savage outweighs my bloodlust for the Komodo Unit, it makes no difference to me now" He crossed his arms and continued looking outward to the river below, he didn't want to be associated with this pain

"The scales will balance soon enough. Come back inside with me" Henric led him back into the Bhutanese temple. "You've learned to suppress the demons that haunt you, I will teach you to confront and destroy them" He ensured as the training began with a montage

The next thing that was known is the two of them were on the frozen lake with a cave that led inside, standing about and perhaps even walking counter clockwise from each other with both of them wielding a sword in one hand. Henric started to tell him: "Learned to fight three men at once, I can teach you to engage three hundred and more. You've learned how to vanish thanks to Octoflauge, I can teach you how to truly disappear like an illusion in the wind" He stated as Mikekolt slid forward across the ice with his boots sinking in the thick ice, skating forward to swing his sword horizontally across to which he was deflecting; blocking one vertical strike to his collarbone, continuing on with the cycle

"Illusion in the wind?" He asked, if Octoflauge cannot make him blend into his environment then what will allow him to do so? Henric then called forth a Urdu spoken phrase that had two of the Komodo Unit recruits leap down silently from behind, followed by a third one that dropped in front of him

"Ninjas understand that invisibility is a matter of biding time and evasion" He came over to the hidden Komodo Unit soldier who was remaining out of side atop of a pillar, pulling back his palm to reveal retractable climbing spikes that didn't dig too deep otherwise it would leave an number of marks to inform that someone was here. "We are not of their affiliation but we employ tactics of their own to our advantage, hiding in plain sight is one of them" He taught him

The next session took place in the square with a third floor above and second floor from middle as there was also an number of flat disc shape topped poles that stepped on placed about from either side, having to mind his surroundings in order to dodge the kanabos that were swung at him; striking his shoulders a few times and even his ankles hard where he also deflected them back shirtless. Slipping from the pole he stood atop of, he caught on and stopped himself from falling into the rocky ditch below all while he watched on from the sidelines

Back at the frozen lake he continued to duel Henric with a few swipes from the sides before he was deflected, thrown back to the ice sliding away and being reminded of his surroundings; he swung up to the left and down to the right with a spin in between, blocking his vertical cut with a horizontal guard. Throwing his sword down to either side that was blocked three times as he did this in order to get him into a pattern, he swung his sword horizontally across as Henric had dodged. There was this time that he did show him the explosive powder that their Bhutanese temple had, loaded in bulk readied to be loaded out as he demonstrated to him; taking a small palm full of it consisting of black and fiery orange hot burning smoldered ashes which did not burn, before he threw to the floor and ignited a number of fiery sparks that were powerful not only in theatrics but also in blinding the enemy. So he went on to create various solid bulbs that were black in shape having three rings around each golden bronze cylinder that sprouted out to stop in place, connecting to each one with a dual pair lines fit in with the three rings all over as they were small enough to fill the palm with a clump of three since these were cluster bombs of their own accord. Inside each of them are the same blinding hot molten ash that detonates on contact, lethally hurting the victim with some scorch marks

During this time he saw that there was a man being raised up in a cage, turned out he was once a farmer that tried taking his neighbor's land right before he was captured by them. What will happen to him is justice under the Komodo Unit's hands, something that he was fine with and therefore he continued with what he was doing. Returning to the frozen lake, he sparred with his rival who mentored him with the knowledge of the darkblood unit whose original name has long since been abandoned. Never stuck with either him or the militia themselves. He swung his blade horizontally towards the vertical standing guard from one side to another, turning down to the left where he parried and spun around to slice his collarbone to which he slid backwards; turning back on him where he walked off. "Breyerkolt's death was not your fault" He started as he turned around to block a vertical slice with his blade, switching from one hand to another in order to parry an strike to the hip before throwing him up and catching his blade; caught in the scallop hooked blades to stop him before slid his bracer forward. "It was his..." He concluded

Disarming him with a drawback of his arm, Mikekolt threw one arm to his sword with another on the other side; rearing them back in order to slice the blade before Henric kneed him right in the stomach before throwing him back along the ice. Flipping over on his stomach, he threw a punch to the side of his head that was blocked and a hook to the hand that gripped the sword; he dodged the backarm strike before kneeing him in the chest this time around, headbutting to stun him right before flipping him over to the ground. His sword was just across from him but it still did nothing to make him learn his lesson as he tried one last time for a frontal assault, with a right hook that was blocked by his blade; a elbow strike that headed for him that was thrown off before hitting his arm with the pommel of the sword, throwing his fist forward through the loop that was taken and kicking his leg forward to slam him down to the thick icy ground. He's showing his remarkable resilience but has learned nothing from this. "Hatred does not change the fact that he failed to live from even that rogue lieutenant of the Outcasts that attempted a takeover of the Berserkers"

"Savage wore the power increasing armor of the Komodo Unit to amplify himselft" He argued with him

"Would that stop you from saving him?" He questioned his actions before turning his back on him as he started to gather distance between them

"I didn't know who these octo-mouth warriors were or what I was fighting up against, I learned through experience when I fought their forces off at the Woodland Isles and Barbarous Backcountries. And I've been training with it"

"The training and experience with fighting the Komodo Unit is NOTHING!" Henric snarled back, throwing his sword back down at him which he blocked with his gauntlets; slamming down the pommel of the blade's handle before he swung his fist against his face which he dodged but was not able to dodge the backhand punch that sent off to the side, striking his jaw as a few bits of blood poured out on the ice "The will is EVERYTHING!" He strafed around him as he started to stand back up on his knees, while he walked counter clockwise to the front of him and finished his lesson. "The will to act at the face of a threat... not to think with your instincts, ignore them at your peril" He spun the spun the sword in his hand as Mikekolt saw his weapon laying in front of him a distance away, with Henric hiding his sword behind his back in a upward position

Mikekolt skated from the sides at running speed as Henric brought out his sword and swung it like a bar horizontally across from his shoulders to his collarbone, only for him to slide from his knees to duck below it and retake his blade. With him spinning to follow it up with a vertical cut down on his defense, he tumbled over onto his stomach and threw a sweeping kick that took him down onto the ice; getting back up as he strafed away from his opponent. Taking a distance that was reasonable for him to put his blade near his collarbone to end this duel on ice. "Yield... or die" Henric didn't answer right away as he gestured to the harshly beautiful landscape that was all around them, he heard the thick blocks of ice underneath starting to crack; shaking his head and smiling at the mistake that was made

"You have not come close to beating me, Castle" He countered. "You've thought that you could escape sacrificing your steady footing for the killing stroke by strafing around to the other side, that's not solid thick icy ground you're standing on" He tapped the ice with his blade as the ice shattered, plunging him into the cold water below with a hand reaching out before sinking into the lake

"But you've even taught me a lesson of not staying in one spot, a mistake that should not be repeated a second time..." Henric complimented him. "Now let's get you warmed up"

In the following hours after the training session with a duel on the frozen lake, it was evening time in the midnight sun by the moment Henric took him out of the water and onto the shore just as Mikekolt was now bundled in a blanket; having a Timberjack provide him a shelter within the cave that led outside to a large walking circle where it overlooked everything from a good height, medium to a little high to be specific. Henric was feeding the fires while Mikekolt was shivering violently against developing hypothermia, seated across from him as he threw small sticks into the campfire

"Rub your chest, your arms'll take care of themselves" He taught him as he followed the order. Still feeding the fires with small sticks before he began to talk again: "You're stronger than him"

"You didn't know Breyerkolt" Still upset with the jabs at his name

"But I know the bloodlust of rage that drives you forth, strangling grief until it's poison that runs through your veins. One day, you catch yourself wishing the loved one never came to sight so you can be spared the pain" His expression turned into a distant memory and he was aware of the fact that he was now looking at him with the grief that he let his half-brother sacrifice the life he had, when that would mean he betrayed his rescue from the eight and a half years long gone Temple of Bolverk. "I wasn't always here in the peninsula nor the gulf's mountains. Once I had a family, my great love was part of it before she was taken from me. Like you I learned that there are those without decency, those who must be fought without hesitation or pity. It's that bloodlust of rage that feeds you great power, but if you let the poison run then it will leave you on a destructive path as it almost did to me" He told him wistfully. "Tell me, have you as a child ever heard the tale of an hyena that was having a hard time maturing from the death of a loved one faced with discrimination, that his bloodlust out of rage led him on a path for a lion's head he sought after?" Henric asked him

He shook his head, never as he heard this tale before but he insisted that he continue onward

"It's a metaphor for the tale turned motion picture of Felix Salten's Bambi, the hyena was of no royal blood but the title he kept as the Hyena Prince of the Shadowlands was for the homeland of where the two that gave him life lived but abandoned to live a better life. That lion looked up to his father but if he were to have offspring for he hated children, he would lose all respect he had and remained unaware that he was true to the rumors that spread. Near the end of all the silence he kept to himself not sparing a word throughout his life even as he reached the end of his early teen years, the truth was discovered and not being strong enough to lose another one he loved; a wildcat who was the Caucasian, king cheetah and ocelot of the Serengeti, he slain the lion that took his mother and threatened to do the same towards his friends and beloved. He wished that he never was hidden so that he could join his mother, that bloodlust drove him to turning into a silent hyena who was cold blooded for the sake of retribution he sought after for so long; but was poisoned under the one influence that it was turning into..."

"What stopped the two of you?"

"Revenge. The hyena's title of being a sovereign prince came from a story that his father loved as a young one like his son, being the historian that he is everything in the story like the title he owns has a beginning. The Prince was a tan hyena like him who had black mane with a dark red mane flowing freely from the gusts of wind, the region he lived in was the Shadowlands acting as his kingdom with dual swords that carried the courageous strength of a lion and without a doubt the spiritual freedom of a hawk; serrated with a cutting edge and barbed like a scorpion's tail to slash his enemies down. He was a warrior that sought the throne following his father's death when he was taken from him by a rival king, he too sought the fortune that the throne brings; he's been robbed of his childhood and with the sands of time's power he will have what is his to claim and relieve the life he has lost. He was a violent, aggressive, gruff, prideful, selfish and crusaded on a destructive path but he was mature and wise like his father wanted him to be before he was taken from him; the way he slain his enemies with dismemberment showing no mercy and a speck of no regard of a life for whenever he thought for the safeguard of his people, he didn't show a lighter side to his allies either because he too was harsh on them which lent him important lessons he did not learn. It was his love for a jackal fox that brought a flare of light in the abyss of his heart that kept him alive, but when she was slain he became a mindless ravaging berserker that showed total defiance of time to use the sands and reverse her fate in order to save her life after sacrificing himself by slaying his nemesis. The exertion of the battle killing him slowly with blood loss, streaming down his mouth, he cast the power of the sands of time right before he dies. Returning to his lost childhood, his father is alive and his mother was no longer distant from him as she's always been doing so by visiting everyday the mausoleum where his body was kept. His woman he loved brought back after killing his nemesis by ripping his heart out, he kept the scars and the bleeding paws but stood with the ones whose fate were averted. To him: grains of sand cannot take a shape of it's own, add the sorrow of the seas that come from the gulf of the sovereign land he is entitled to and it becomes moldable like the clay to form whatever he desires; and that of which he forms a new beginning for the lost childhood after the original timeline is swept off by the wind like the dunes of his desert, he allows the past to die and at last end his pain but he keeps his destructive path ways to more beneficial means. He's been chased and hunted down for over seven years, developing harsh criticisms to whoever chose to ally themselves with this Prince who is outright rude, nasty and bordering on the line of evil if he must. But I must say this again: he wasn't always like this when he was a young child like you were once... it's this madness that consumed him" Henric went on to explain the tale of the "Hyena Prince of the Shadowlands: The Warrior's Throne Within" the title was called about how unstable he had become from the loss of his father

"That's no help to me, look at what it's done to Hervatlock; he's been captured and I don't know where to begin looking so we can continue our mission" He brushed off the story, saying that revenge had done him no favors unlike Drayko

"Why, Castle? Why could you not avenge Breyerkolt at the time of his fall?" Henric asked him solemnly

Looking away unbidden as more of the memories from the aftermath surfaced, ashamed at the betrayal of his half-brother by saving him only to lose his life forever by the hands of the now dead lieutenant who tried to take over the Berserkers. Allowing Dagur to have the last laugh

HTTYD

For over a whole year that made up the other half of the eight, now nine years after the ordeal that was the Titan Uprising; he went on to train with Henric through sword fighting on the lake to dodging and countering the kanabo staff fighting while stepping on the thick poles, slammed with a hard smack on his body by them and even sparring against other recruits. There's been a time that he was in the middle of improving the retractable climbing claws, having them flat as possible so that he doesn't trigger them on accident when wanting to grasp something like the hand of another human being or the scales of his dragons. Wasn't advanced or anything of the like, they're just climbing claws made to work together with the claws on the tips of his fingers; that's all really. As such, it was during this time that he sparred with Henric inside of the temple that he blocked his killing stroke; sliding his gauntlet forward like he did but was jabbed in the side of his rib and chopped with a knife hand before being thrown upward, allowing Henric to swing his sword to leave two diagonally slanted upward bleeding scars that went up from the cheeks towards the nose underneath the eye but never crossed the border on either side. That has since dried with the blood still remaining there, faded but never fully leaving his face

Grashunov met with Sin Tzu above in the shadows, having come for a visit to see the training of his new recruits especially through the likes of his nemesis who has not seen him in person or directly since the skirmish aboard the airships. He oversaw everything that went through, him learning to climb with the retractable spikes and using one of their newest additions which is an addition to the jetpacks since he felt that it would be vulnerable to their attacks. This addition is a upper bellyline attachment that had three shuttered vertical rectangular shaped vents to boost forward as if the soldier is like a Komodo Frontliner, giving them a high degree of mobility for harassing from a distance and rush at them using close quarters combat. The same thing that's been given to the Komodo Parasoldiers who utilized this to a half and half degree, except this is for the Komodo Elites as such. The two wings on the upper/lower sides for steady aerial control was better plated and better armored as well that sprung out to the sides, they're not such an big target to fit as they once were in the trial runs. New to this was two small but thick forward lunging square shaped bars that were stationed near the top of the wearer's head, swiveling vertically as well as using three-shot rifle bursts that were built into them; being based off the right side building of the La Binocle house that was in Quebec. The stabilization wings on the sides are again flat as the top is longer than the two horizontal shorter ones below it, on either side are two scalene triangular shaped boards on the bottom that directed the vents offward to allow free movement in case of evasion; oh and to further boost the effects of the jetpack, there was extra shielded shuttered vents that have been integrated onto the curved scalene sides. It still kept the stick bomb scattering and missile launching abilities that were activated with the energy braces that Komodo Elites use. Though he knows he'll always prefer his dragons over this, he'll at least be flying with them at their side and he doesn't have to use the jetpack function; he can scatter bombs, fire missiles and shoot the dual rifles on the sides of his head. But then again the jetpack's rifles have been retooled to fire a barrage of at least twelve dual shots in a line that starts out at the bottom before working it's way to the top

In the main chamber that had the throne of Sin Tzu above the raised rectangular far side of the room in front of him, a balcony around the upper sides and a gate behind him as this was atop of the storage filled with gunpowder from the far east which is this region. Flowing banners of maroon and golden kanji blew while the fires of the braziers burned brightly, the tall vertically rectangular shaped windows had the same borderless scrollwork pattern as the throne that Sin Tzu sat atop on above. Leaning forward on either side of the balcony were lit torches and now wore the Dragon Hunter Elite black chestplate along with gauntlets, gloves, shinguards and his shoulder guards; also given the brown overtone like his black robes underneath. Resting from his back was his Phoenixripper that leaned to his right side, he had his arms crossed standing in front of the man on the throne that spoke in Urdu where Henric then made the translation

"Sin Tzu tells that if one is to be Death's Journeyman, you cannot feel it. Ready or not, death does not wait. Death is not considerate or fair, and make no mistake. In this chamber, you are facing death as you've been warned since you had first arrived at this Bhutanese household that we have provided you. Do not return to this room until the course is completed, after that will be the final challenge before you are ready to join the Komodo Unit as one of their finest men"

Leaving the main chamber he found himself inside of the short corridor that led outside, as it had a rising sun from inside of this crater like area inside of the mountains. A staircase which led up into three buildings acting like a corridor lied ahead of him, Henric waited for him over there where there was also some piled rocks that held polearm spears without the heads but instead penant flags that blew out in the soft gusts of wind. Approaching the stairs in front of him, Henric informed him that there is no hesitation in the Komodo Unit and should it be that way; it's their lust for blood from the spilled bodies of the fallen attackers that seek to betray them behind Grashunov's back. Vanishing as soon as he exited through the corridor, he then followed him with the pale red sun in the sky admist the pale coral and peach pink skies with the snow still falling. He entered through the structure with a right turn and went up ahead to meet the second one, this time requiring the use of a ladder to climb up on; this path's a little more narrower but no less wide to walk around and about outside. Henric reappeared to tell him about the challenge ahead

"Your fists have been tempered, I know you know what familial loss is like; but anger alone cannot win your battles. Attack one of the three men before you in this chamber, show me that you have the wisdom to be ruthless; stealth will be your greatest ally here" Henric knew that he was according to Grashunov, he wanted to see if he is as he is told, leaving as soon as he followed him up the ladder and entering inside the small round chamber

Climbing down the short corridor of stairs he snuck behind the corner where one of the three men were facing away from the back towards the center, all of them wielded sidearms and it was clear that one of them were the most dangerous given that one cannot be attacked in the event of exposing himself. Nevertheless he would take the risk as he took the one in front as he then dragged him behind, silencing him but in return the third one drew a sidearm; all the same though he was thrown out as Henric berated him. "Foolish choice, Castle. One of them was armed and the highest threat, attacking either of them only exposed yourself; this is not a challenge involving risks, now the positions have been altered. You will not make the same mistake twice again and do not call me out on saying all of them are armed, one of them is as one of them was wise enough to draw their weapon on you; no hesitation as it was said from before"

"You had no reason to teach me a lesson I didn't need to learn" Mikekolt growled before he gotten back up, entering back inside. This time it took him the least amount of time as Henric lied to him about the soldiers alternating positions, he took out the third one on the right as he reappeared at the doorway

"I had a reason to teach you a lesson you needed to learn. Destroy the strongest of those who stand against your ideals and the rest fall onto both fear and the mercy that they beg but you do not give, this focus will be strengthened again as you've only had a small shard of what it feels like to expose them through fear. We'll carry onward" He flicked his head to the side and ran through as the doors were left open for him to follow, down into the next chamber that was taller than the previous one; more open with a large balcony on the side as well as an catwalk that had a wide gap in between the end and the open door on the left side at the end of the corridor. Ripped cloths blew in the wind, torches cackled like embers and a blue overtone soaked the chamber as did the banners that were hinged from the top bars

Following him through the corridor that made two more turns towards the right and then to the left where it ended with him going straight into the actual chamber, he saw Henric giving him the motion to come; drawing his blade at the first sight as he approached slowly and as it was soon in his vicinity the bars came rising up. That's when Henric told him that he wouldn't have come to this chamber if he was seeking the easiest path of them all, this was barricaded but there are more ways around than a key; activating a lever to lower the hanging lamps that used chains. Directing him over to the ramp that led up to the catwalk above on the right side before he reached the top, stroking his dual diagonally slanted upward faded dried blood scars that went up from the cheeks towards the nose underneath his eye but never crossed the border on both sides; he peeled off some of his tattoos based on his half-brother before he ran and leapt onto the first hanging lamp. Leaping to the next one and onto the third one, he swung back and forth in order to reach the other side at the top; he landed on both feet and stood back up. This wasn't providing him much of a challenge, though he has been here for a year so it's nothing special; he walked on through the next corridor

A catwalk on top in front of him along with a ladder, a eight-by-eight grated floor up ahead; a hanging lamp with balancing beams and Henric waiting on the other side as he started to tell him. "Throwing weapons are a Komodo Unit soldier's hand, not his fist let alone his sword; by them, a man alone may surround and mislead his enemies into a position thought to be there when they are just above them. Adhesive grenades wait before you, take them and you will be trained in their usage; the ones you've used have to be slammed onto a surface while the ones that await on the other side does it themselves when thrown. There's the first lesson of what you need to know" He stated at the end

Approaching with the grated floor section erupting into flames without warning, Henric went on to state that the sticky grenades wait on the far side of the fire right before Mikekolt made a turn to the ladder; climbing up before making his way over to the balancing beam; more the while he lectured him that the Komodo Unit's training and will to act will make him invisible and immortal in the minds of his enemies, the ideal soldier for those who require his help as well as most of all the strongest threat to Grashunov whom the two of them will become all in the same deadlier by the hour. In spite of all that he will be nothing but a man, he cannot walk through the flames as he can with his dragons; he must find a way around. Mikekolt had listened to what he assumed to be his taunting disguised as wisdom, walking across over the balancing beam and at that point is when he decided to act like a dick; summoning archers of the trainees to fire arrows at him, dropping down onto his stomach to dodge them before he caught onto a sling that was thrown to him by Henric from below. He has not used this tactic in a long time but he's willing to see if he's still got it

Spinning the chained pentagonal shaped block above himself, he steadily moved both of his feet to a more stable position before he flung the sling forward which launched three spread shots out towards the archers; taking them out before Henric then gestured the tanegashima rifle wielding gunners to come out and fire at him. These shots actually struck his hand which made him throw his sling into the fire down below, the rest of the two grazed near him; with a few marks of stinging blood left behind on his left ribs and damn that hurt like a bitch, it is nothing like the usual arrows that he's hit with sometimes. Reloading their shots he took the opportunity to steadily get across to the other side as quickly as possible, dodging more of his shots that were gestured by Henric to fire on his command; jumping down onto the non fiery ground of the far side where he retrieved the sticky grenades. Only for him to fall through an trap door, leading him outside into a field of sharp ended stakes. "There's the second lesson you needed to learn: every gift is a potential trap, take your time to stimulate the pain from the black powder rifles" His voice was heard from above as he did just that

Throwing the sticky grenade towards the folded ladder that uncurled itself, he climbed up in front of the tall structure before moving across the catwalk over to the ramp that was raised up horizontally; another was thrown to detonate the supports which brought it down for him to walk upwards on. At last he reached the two doors with one up at the front and one on the side, he couldn't enter the front doors no matter how much force he applied as not even that man appeared to tell him. So instead he relied on the bell that he rung with a bang, as a voice was heard on the other side: "What is the pass phrase?" Two doors shifted open from at the front entrance

"You cannot enter through there before one last challenge has been conquered, follow me" Henric appeared before he ran through the corridor, leading Mikekolt into the final chamber that awaited which looked like the one that he went trained in before; although there were cables that ran through as well as barrels that were lying about. Now he's gotten suspicious. "The room beyond has your next-to-final test, one of intimidation: the three trainees in the next chamber have been instructed on the pain of death to keep the pass phrase out of your knowledge. Become a wraith to their minds and until then stay hidden. I've left you a gift as well in the room beyond, use it to convince them that you are terrible than death and they will impart with you the words" Afterwards he left him alone to climb the ladder up to the second floor, three wide spaced cables ran across and seeing the middle one be his option; his only option to not alert the men below he jumped up and climbed across, perching right on top as soon as he was out in the open

"Grashunov tell you what to expect?" One with a tough-and-southern voice asked

"Silence!" The second with a voice of the guard from behind the door demanded

"Castle's out of the picture by joining us and I could not trust him as next one doesn't, he's not one of the Komodo Unit's finest; he's the slayer of our men, killed one fifth of our deadliest forces. There's a pleasure to him"

"All the more reason for silence"

Mikekolt snuck around through the second floor with a sticky grenade that he held within his hand right before he aimed for the cage above them, throwing it onto the support which had then stuck right onto the target before it began to detonate; exploding with the cage falling near them. The three men dodge out of the way to avoid getting hit

"Watch it!" This one's voice was that of a Latino

"Castle did that, now he's asking for some hell to come and it will be done"

"The Arsenal-Fox is one man and still in training for the second half of the year, we're able to handle him"

"Now they're ready, Castle. Fear is gripping them at the throat, take them on" Henric spoke to him as he went down to the back of the room where the three men were at the middle, that's when he leapt atop of the railing before jumping forward to the middle; taking out the third trainee upon pouncing onto him

The other two were ready to beat his ass to the ground, throwing two right hooks with a left uppercut when the first one started to block with his arms; not on his watch as he charged up his right fist to punch him right into the gut to break his defense, emitting a painful yelp as he jumped up to throw his kick across the face. Spiraling to the ground before turning to face the second one, taking him by the shoulder where then punched him across his face and smacked him forward with a fist pound to the back of his neck. Throwing a gut punch for blocking with his arms, he took a risk and threw a high kick to his jaw right before he then followed it up in performing a triple jab with each arm; a heavier gut punch to send him to the floor and then at last stomping hard on his stomach. Now it was time to gather information, taking him at the throat while speaking in a growlish-snarling voice

"You know what I've come here for"

"Grashunov will kill us all if he discovered our betrayal to him..."

"And you'll wish I would've done the same, now what is the pass phrase?!"

"It's... Looking Glass"

With that pass phrase at hand he drew back his arm that held the victim at the throat, before he slammed him forward with a drawn back leg stomping ahead of him towards the floor; the execution knocking him out with a loud bone crunch. After that he exited out of the chamber and back out from the sliding doors into the open, banging the bell again as the guard's voice asked once more with a irritated tone

"What's the pass phrase?"

"Looking Glass"

The doors opened immediately to lead him down the final corridor of the Bhutanese Temple, entering on through the doors that shifted from both sides the same way that the last one did as he reappeared at the bottom of the chamber that he was told not to return to until he had conquered the second-to-final challenge. By then he found a guard standing by the bordered off explosives, suspicious he went to confront him. "Welcome" He told him upon entering

"What is all this?" He had a feeling this is what was used by Tiburonkolt for his rifle and those tanegashima rifle wielding trainees were wielding earlier

"I guard the explosives, secured and ready for the return to San Hjierantruvalo" He told him

"So they are, but Henric didn't think to align this section with kevlar and nomex" He started to approach a little more before the guard tightened his security slightly by laying both hands on either side of the entry; taking caution of the Phoenixripper that rested on his back and believing that he could set the whole temple on fire

"It's not safe, the explosives could easily be set off. Even you may not pass here, allow me to fullfil my duty" The guard warned and spoke again, even trainees like him cannot pass and concluded the conversation there

"Then you will allow me to fullfil to each it's own" He commented one last time before he went up the stairs to follow Henric back to the chamber where he first started off in

The guard looked at him suspiciously just as Grashunov left the third floor above on the top after looking down on his nemesis, he was just as rebellious as he was before but no less he was still willing to join their ranks as one of his finest; all to destroy the traitors he suspected. Getting into his Komodo Attack-Defense Bomber Jet, he took off and flew away leaving all of the rest to Henric himself. Little did he know that the next thing that happened would leave a smoking pile of ruins, although to him the Arsenal-Fox drew the entire outer buildings inside of his book in case he sought to build a new hideout. He knew his men had attacked his home back at the Whispering Caribbean although that didn't seem to bother him, it was finding the right hideout that's become a problem; but he's sure he'll come up with something; like a fort that's been abandoned for instance

Nevertheless all came down to the final challenge as Henric took out the rare indigo flower that has since dried before shriveling before he dropped it into the bowl, grinding it into an finer powder with a pestle as he began to tell him that the Komodo Unit is not complicated; he feared not only his power, his rage but the drive to do such great and terrible things as he must journey inwards to the time that he saved his half-brother who returned his help with a violent beating that should've killed him. Breyerkolt betrayed him over his control, the Priest of Bolverk does not change the fact that he wanted him dead; he was beyond saving and had to die after this uprising that he supposedly sacrificed himself over, when it was inevitable. It was a second round of slang aimed towards his half-brother using his reunion against him, he made no attempt to defend him when he started to add in a small amount of hot water; and a bit of liquid chemical laced coffee to alter his mind and give him the same effects that Queen described to him back at the guest house. "You are ready. Breathe in, breeeathe..." He drew out his words as he handed him the bowl before he leaned down to take a great sniff

Flashing images of Breyerkolt beating him to a very bloodied pulp began to surface in front of his eyes, the chemical's effects were taking control of him due to a large amount entering his bloodstream through his nose; Henric's eyes turned orange as did the others of the Komodo Unit's soldier trainees who stepped out of the shadows to block his view of where exactly he could be pinpointed. Drawing their blades the two sides stood side-by-side apart from each other on either side, as he did the same with his eyes turning orange due to the effects which came from the weak dosage that didn't affect him as it should since that's the stronger effects which lead to a riot brawl between various citizens. The Airship's plans that he foiled because of Dr. Cilian whom he has not forgotten, walking through with Henric's voice being heard; the man telling him that it is not enough to become a man just as he came out to attack him, with Mikekolt parrying the blade only to have the soldiers move making him disappear again. The man walking through when they switched again, raising their blades as he did so himself as he saw someone else lowering their sword

Walking through he was attacked again from the side, blocking the sword and using the five scallop cut blades to guard the next strike vanishing once again as the soldiers shifted into a wall for a few more seconds; then dividing to let him pass over to the box that held what he was told is the ghost of Breyerkolt. Cautiously approaching, he slowly lifted the top to look what was inside-

Breyerkolt lunged out at him, taking his throat in his grip as he got out of the box; using one of his remaining gauntlets to beat him to death; all while he flailed about, defending himself the best as he could. Driven to the floor with his half-brother battering him black and blue as he bled out with red and yellow, after a few seconds though he vanished as he breathed out hard; got back on his feet before returning to the lines of Komodo Unit soldiers. Henric of the hidden ones ambushed him, this time he slashed him across the left side of his ribs; leaving a bleeding mark that dampened out with darkblood. Suppressing himself before he stayed low and moved forward

He sliced the left side of three Komodo Unit soldiers who did not move and suppressed it all to avoid being caught by Henric, neither of them winced. Henric moved through the lines, as he stalked the younger man when he resumed speaking in mild disappointment. "Become one in the shadows of warfare behind the mask" He whispered and fought back a smirk when he noticed a soldier with an familiar identical wound, kicking his back thighs inward to send him to the floor where he took him at the throat with his arm and held a sword against his neck as if he was going to execute him. Removing his helmet as he kneeled a little bit to his ear with a disappointed tone of voice. "You cannot leave a sign of warning that you are close"

Not speaking throughout the entire time standing next to him on the left side, a sword's cold and long blade touched and glided across his neck softly; startling him as Mikekolt proceeded to remove his helmet. He had fooled his rival that was once his mentor. That made him happy as the rest of the warriors stood back at the sound of slow clapping from the man above them who watched everything from down below, Sin Tzu praised him for the act of deception with theatricality; a display like that would only make him stronger and invisible like a wraith to all of their eyes. "Impressive..." He spoke in fluent Norse to compliment before coming down to meet with them, the rest stood in front of the entrance while remaining the two of them are at the main chamber itself

Returning to speaking in Urdu, Henric translated for him as the former was at the brazier and shifting the heated single long bar tong. "Your bloodlust has been tamed alongside your fear to wish that Breyerkolt never existed so you can be spared the pain. You are ready to become the finest of the highest of all ranks in the Komodo Unit. But first, you must demonstrate to us that you have the will to see injustice be reshaped like clay to each it's own vision for the same noble cause in the name of the San Hjierantruvalo Peninsula" He spoke with pride and called out a Urdu phrase that had two soldiers bring out the prisoner from before, he's been remaining in the cell for the rest of the second half of the eighth year that passed since the Titan Uprising; holding him by the arms to restrain the farmer turned killer

Henric handed him his blade but Mikekolt felt his blood run cold when he responded. "No, I'm no executioner for the Komodo Unit..."

"Your compassion is a weakness that each it's own enemies will not share" Henric warned him

"It's what separates me from them, this man, this murderer who was once a farmer should be trialed. Passion is not a weakness, it's attachment to a dead man like you've taught me before in the year we've spent training; all the while I developed a rivalry where you gave me these scars" He looked down on the handle of the sword that he held in his hands, stroking his face

"It's not passion that I warn you about, you know this better than most" Henric reminded him as just then Sin Tzu began to tell him in accented Norse

"You cannot lead these men unless you are prepared to do what is necessary to defeat evil" He snarled

"Where will I be leading these men?" He pretended not to know of their intentions

"The San Hjierantruvalo Peninsula where Grashunov will reign over the Warlords for their betrayal, and this... the Paraliujiaduntwa Gulf who shall follow in their footsteps; you will ideally strike at the corruption of the underground where their hive resides within" Sin Tzu informed him

"How?" He was not sure if he wanted to know

"The greatest of overarching evil of the three's time has come. Like Constantinople and Rome before them, Paraliujiaduntwa has become the queen to give birth to injustice in the criminal underground; it is beyond saving and must be allowed to die. The destruction of what threats lie in the shadows is what matters to us the most, it is one that has been done for as long just as he first become the 32nd President of the San Hjierantruvalo Peninsula in his youthful and unstoppable prime. The structure, the borders and their business of profiting off chaos must be destroyed"

"You cannot believe in this" He had his arms crossed as Henric shot him a warning look at him

"Grashunov has rescued us from the darkest shadows of our hearts, what he asks in return for the kindness you are spitting in his face is doing what matters the most to us; and what we all know is right. He asks us to have the courage to do what is necessary" He warned him

"No, I will go back to the San Hjierantruvalo Peninsula and I will fight men like this; but I will not turn to becoming an executioner"

"Castle, for your own sake... there is no turning back" Henric whispered emphatically

Looking at his rival for the time being he finally came to his choice, and took the sword as he held it straight in front of him by the handle; gripping tightly onto the blade as he raised the all shining silvery straightened ninjaken broad longsword type before lowering it right onto the farmer-turned-murderer's neck, in preparation for his killing stroke he took the long and heated iron bar before he shoved it into the bowl for now wanting to heat it up first. In that instance he returned back to the farmer-turned-murderer's neck as he began to sweat even more, closing his eyes so that it wouldn't hurt as much before he raised it high and over his head; swinging down to strike against his spine that melted itself through which made him scream out with burning hot agony, falling to the floor where he was then stabbed through his gut. After that with enough heat left he took back his now hot sword, getting ready to throw it over to the barrels of explosive powder that he used for his smoke bombs; doing just that

"What are you doing?!" Henric asked startled when he saw the hot iron bar be flipped with his sword over to the barrels, Mikekolt responded however with his own answer

"I am doing what is necessary, I have my own agendas and plans when it comes to joining the Komodo Unit; the evolution begins now!" He held his heated blade in front of him, using the end of the sword to knock him unconcious just as everyone behind him drew their blades and weapons to shoot him; but Sin Tzu drew the guard's sword next to him before calling them in Urdu to stand down, he will deal with him. He knocked out the next guard and engaged in an duel with the man on the throne

With a howl of rage at his deception, Sin Tzu leapt forward and slashed at him with his sword; blocking the attack and as they fought each other, the Komodo Unit scattered to escape what was coming down onto them. Although the entrance collapsed to block them from leaving, a explosion of sparks blew out with the storage exploding as well; destroying the very Bhutanese Temple that stood on the top of the mountains within the gulf. Avoiding a horizontal swipe with his blade, he blocked a vertical slash downwards where he then kicked him over to the other side in order to have the advantage by forcing him backwards. When he tried to slash him diagonally downwards from the side, he returned the favor by blocking the blade with his gauntlets right before he struck him with a few jabs to the gun and uppercut the man on the throne with his revolving spin kick

Sin Tzu retaliated by forcing his sword down to the railing in order to elbow strike him in the face, forcing him back up a few steps where he was ready to take in the killing blow; however he was then blocked with a diagonally upwards swing from his sword, reformatting itself into a horizontal guard that allowed him to spin forward and backhand bitch smack the robed man onto the right side of the railing. He came back with a thrust that was deflected, a upper slash that was caught by his gauntlet spikes before he threw his sword down; jumping up and front to execute a high kick that struck him in the chin, sending him flying backwards. All the while there were more collapsing wooden beams that fell, fires that bursted into backdrafts and as he looked up stunned from what will be his last seconds of life; he let out a scream as the top of the rectangular storage area's floor came collapsing down onto him, burning as his lifeless open-eyed corpse bled out from the lower lips down to the throat. Hearing a creaking sound of wood that was above him, Mikekolt dove out of the way through rushing to take the body of Henric over his shoulder as the explosions continued to rip the entire building apart

Grunting under the strain on Henric from his shoulder, he started to run across the catwalk as he let out a scream running towards the wall; shoulder charging through the wall and jumping out with the explosive fires bursting out from behind, out of the wall that had him diving off from the balcony where he tumbled about on the snow. It got even worse when he saw that Henric slipped out of his grasp and was sliding down towards the edge, still unconscious from atop the slope of snow; he ran down and launched himself forward with a dive to the ground, sliding on top of his chestplate. Racing towards his unconscious body, he latched onto his hand before tumbled over and smashed the gauntlet's blades deeply into the rocks; stopping with an abrupt sudden halt that strained his shoulder to the point where a bone crunch was heard. Letting out a scream at the dislocation of his arm, he watched the rest of the one Bhutanese Temple that he resided in explode and rip itself down to the last board; flames and the black gunpowder originating from the Far East. He let out another scream of strained hamstrings to throw Henric back onto safer ground on the other side, heaving at the relief that he had not felt thankful for other than now; he looked at what was down on the other side and saw that it was a small creek like canopy that was lunging outward from what was otherwise the kind of tall, Himalayian type of mountain where the Bhutanese Temple was standing on. Christ, even that fall wouldn't kill Henric but it ain't gonna be soft either

Laying down for a few more minutes to let the throbbing pain of his shoulder dampen itself from underneath his armor into dark red colored blood that formed new stains, he stood up before carrying the fallen knocked-out Henric with him; time to leave as he followed his path back down to the village

He was later seen walking back down to the hamlet that nestled in the mountains, various of the like watched on as he headed to the elder's hut before laying him gently onto the mats in the middle of the room; he understood his burden as he took a wet cloth to wipe away all the blood from his temple as well as his shoulder that dislocated itself. He snapped it back to the way it should be, taking a glance at him who was heading for the door after giving him a pat on the back for his kindness

"I will tell him... you saved his life" He promised

Pausing to turn back and look at his unconscious form, he formally gave his bow with one arm clutching his stomach while his other arm was out to the side. "Tell him... it was a friend that saved him instead, he shouldn't know who I am" He requested before he vanished from the hamlet, he had a job to do and he needed to get down to reach an transport; he had to make an change of clothes

HTTYD

Change of clothes he made indeed as he wore his durag skull cap that covered his hair while the rest of his hair was formed into a wide outward tail on the back of his head, wearing the pants that he has always been seen wearing and altogether the jacket that he wore as usual since it was a gift from Queen; he was also wearing what would be considered his one outfit that he would use whenever he was not in his Bravo Armor that he would always be seen by others. This is what the uniform would look like, at least for a sleeveless variant (A/N: This is all based off the uniform of what Mikekolt wears in Arsenal-Fox: Dark Side which is a story if he was in the actual HTTYD Universe but there, he's a villain because the riders don't like his ideal vision on how he sees things around here. Give it a read if you will, it's been taken out for rewriting from the ground up and it ends at the seventh chapter where there'll be a time skip in between in order to fit the time of when RTTE takes place. Everything else has been written for that story so there'll be some changes to better fit this series here)

The compressed muscle shirt that was worn all underneath the Bravo Armor and the clothes of whenever he did not fight as the Arsenal-Fox consisted of diagonally downward lines that were on the upper chest of the muscle tanktop. Having ribbed lines and for the lower end is horizontally ribbed across, having perforated sides on the ends of the armholes and armpits; which was colored with an full saturated but darker brown that used the brunette undertone. It was patented with to appear with brawn, tightened to the skin so that it filters out sweat as well as weighed down on the chest so that it could not be removed easily. In between it was the armored vest that was used by the Komodo Enforcers minus all the pouches that quite an number of ammunition attached all around which could be flattened up, laid against the first one in between with two more to create a triple layer of armored vests all together; all while it looked like it could still be flattened up against the chest. Being made of the same material as the masks worn by Drayko and the Knights of the Dragon Riders, hardcased mummifcation-esque bandages as well as rubbery leather that was thickened for feeling against with other's hand because it was that satisifying. Combing the soft v-neck undertunic that's worn above it and the dark espresso cafe brown colored scales that were shaped like a inverted triangle, it's sides were curved downward to the dead center point on the bottom like a heater shield; it's this tanktop that could allow him to take a beating. Alright, let's recap here: like the masks of the dragon riders that hail from Draconia and New Draconia respectively, it's made out of the hardened cast mummification bandages which went diagonally downwards from the upper chest; it then went around the entire lower chest itself down to the bottom waistline. It was compressed, tightened, and patented with muscles with the surface feeling like flexible and multi-layered orthopedic splint shells featuring a raised seamless diamond look to it's very texture, it was cushioned as well as being both thermal and cool in both the hot; and the cold environments as well as being armored in between the dual layers for extra defense. Having a sleeveless and furless version of the jacket he wore be the main basis with everything that was described, having been placed on this base or at least the back of the jacket with fur that was all covered inside as well as being flatlined on the edges since it's a compressed muscle shirt after all. Finally, it served as the main part for the chestplate sporting the sails of his ancestor's war brigantine; even having a medium thick pillar striped pattern consisting of mostly black to dark, tannish, normal and light brown across from left to right thanks to the design of the robes that were all fitted onto this

The front had one imprinted design that consisted of a dual parallel stripe to minimal curved and broad edged square with the following symbol that was on the muscle tanktop just for all intents to purposes of having something to go with the flow of his own way. Here's what it is:

A black and darkblood red outlined dragon with the main wording on the front of it's body as it looked like this: It was of the Trajan Bold font that had a harpoon barb on the upper end of the 5-shape with a lightning bolt on the lower lip of the D-shape, the upper lip was a smaller harpoon barb as it was facing the entire left side overhead with the 5-shape's upper end that curved downward a little as it went to the right side. The bottom of that had also curved back a little bit, with the main color scheme consisting of a golden bronze shine color for the front face; and a darker shade to outline the thin edges altogether. The dragon wasn't based on any of the species but rather had it's own features like two one step bolt shaped horns, sharp trio of backplates on the neck, the 5 matched the wing shape with four rectangular tail cuts along with the back wings that followed the S-shape in the front, the trio of blackplates came back for the beginning spine of the tail and the tip being a harpoon (A/N: I feel that Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's was the last great Yugioh series for me in my childhood before Zexal turned it to shit, so what better way to honor the third series than having this reference added?)

The chestplate was meant to fit the half-brawn body shape as the lines forming the upper pecs went straight toward the middle before slanting downward with a shorter line also going to the dead center forming a small inverted trapezoid shape went looked at the front. The rest was smooth as it stopped at the near waist which had a inverted trapezoid shape directly at the dead center middle, with two thick rectangular beltstraps and medium wide belt buckles on the front that was on the top to bottom; having a horizontal ribbed section in between for allowing free movement stretching as the buckles were also on the sides, the ribbed section continuing up until the dead center middle of the chest where it was smooth. The overhead shoulder straps filled in the entire shoulder blades forming a pentagon around the collarbone while also closing all gaps. Having a strap on each sides with a thick rectangular strip going up with a metal slit that the upper strip was connected through, having a separator with parallel strips that went upward; another one went diagonally upward toward the lower shoulders as the connecting one then went down and around the upper bicep line, all while having a strap that went downward having a rectangular pouch on the front resembling a piece of a harness field uniform. Adding onto the front of the chest was a black rectangular and vertically ribbed gorget that was tall, covering the entire front of the pectoral muscles; even fitting onto the shape without losing the straight horizontal bottom edge underneath and that solid concave dome. Also on the lower sides were inward formed rib plates that've been built inward to better fit the stomach as a whole. The rest of the chestplate consisted of this pattern: The tomoe on either side of the lower pectoral muscle chest had the lower farthest sides branch by curving downward to the bottom, splitting into a offward horizontal tipped end as the middle underneath the symbol featured an nine-tailed masked fox that had it's frontal paws as they stood on either side and both hind paws standing at front with it's white underbelly sloping underneath to behind the beast; wielding a pair of narrow X-crossed blood tipped brushes which dripped with various length thin streams until they turned into drops

The entire design on the upperchest down to the dead center middle was the main flag based off the sails used by Tiburonkolt and the Buccaneer of the Separation, using the repeating patterns found on the knights that were once in his command as servitude to the king Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I. These are the various meandros alphabet like pattern consisting of these found on the knight helmet's plume like structure on the sides, also found around the edges of the armor that came in a repeating pattern which looked like these as it can be seen down below: straightened half-opened squares with few of them having dots in them or not to short lines that also had dots in them or not, the following included these: like a U-shape open top letter, a inverted gamma shaped L-letter with two rectangular shaped dots underneath, a D-shape letter with horizontal rectangular shaped dot in the middle with two more square shaped dots on the top, a inverted U-shaped opened bottom letter that went to the right and up with a rectangular shaped dot on the top a U-shaped opened top letter, a straight N-shaped letter with a horizontal bar on top, a L-shaped letter with long bottom with a outlined square on the open space on top, a inverted L-shaped letter with the top extending outward to make a opened top square shape and a rectangular dot next to it a smaller, a U-shaped opened top letter a L-shaped letter with bar to occupy open space, a C-shaped letter with longer bottom and square shaped dot next to the top bar, a straight rectangular I-shaped letter and a straight N-shaped letter all in a repeating pattern. Again though, this was all etched and carved more or less with excellent details. Nevertheless though, he wore the armor above himself when it got too cold for his skin to endure much longer

Fortunately, any messengers that tried to tell Grashunov that he did not turn to their side died with the Bhutanese Temple so none of them were able to alert their leader of what he did in the mountains; sooner or later though he will figure it out and he will be going directly on the relentless frontline warpath. Taking on the name of Rhodes Griffith III and assuming the identity for now, he searched for the nearest base on the road that would take him to the helicopter where his teammates were waiting to be transported to the jungle region of the peninsula; but where does he go? That question was soon answered when he walked for three miles more, only stopping as soon as a Komodo Tumbler drove up in front of him; stopping with one last turn of the wheels right before the engine died down. At that time a few soldiers of the Komodo Unit stepped out to confront him

"A new blood recruit... came from the building in the Himalayian ranges of the gulf. Why are you not taking the transport with the others, what happened?" One of the soldiers wanted an explanation

"Couldn't call in the ride, communication box was damaged in the training session from atop of a ice cave's lake when I fell through" He showed them the broken box that was destroyed due to water damage, or at least he made it look like it was damaged through that method of destruction

"You're coming with us, the Howling Griffons strike team need a newcomer for a mission; it'll be explained by the commander soon enough. It involves the Dragon Marauders, they're the ones terrorizing a settlement in a hot and dusty location somewhere to the north of where it ends. Some of them captured our aquatic vehicles and our Komodo Depthraiders think it was an order given to them by Grashunov, this just may be your chance to take him alive back to justice" He stated

If he could capture the Infernal Jackal then he just might be able to gain the advantage over the Dragon Marauders, he nodded in response and went ahead to enter their vehicle; three escorts came to bring him to the backseat of their vehicle before driving back to the campsite where an attack chopper was waiting to bring him and his teammates into the jungle regions of the peninsula

One thing he does know though: this is not the last that he's seen of Henric because he'll be back, not now and not after all this has been completed... but soon. For now, all that matters is that he's got the chance to kill some Marauders; you know change it up for the time being and work his way up to reaching the jackal behind the tribe that's been fighting the Owl Gut- no, the Audibaurjek Tribe but to be fair Chief Gort did know about his true home and they've also attacked them too

Live and learn they say, just maybe he could return back home soon and remember what it is like back there since he was living in his summerhome before his father finally killed the old pedophile that was after his mother. But while he was thinking of that, another thing always rises...

His war armor needs some changes, like right now. The Komodo Frontliner armor should do the trick... hmmmm...