Slash, another one dead. And another, and another. It was a simple routine, from the outside looking in. However, inside, it was all too difficult. Especially when they never stop. They never stop coming. More hordes of monstrous soldiers arrive to reinforce the previous one, if they weren't already dead at his hand.

How many years had it been since he had fought such an army? 1,000? 2,000? It was blurry. All he knew, was that just like last time, he was alone in this fight. And he likely would be until the end of his long life. He was the last of the warriors who fought to protect the innocent. Little to none of his kind would join him in this final battle of the 4 year long war. And those who did….

Another strike from his ornate saber. It was a beautiful sword, silver blade with a golden fuller, a large, dark brown guard with white wings that spread out like the Eagle from which he took his name, and a round, crystalline ring around the guard, from which he drew his power. It pulses white. It was ready.

He takes a finger to the ring, and spins it once, twice. Then, he pulls the trigger on the onyx black hilt. Rings of white surrounded the blade, and a downward slash split the army in two, decimating a large amount of soldiers from the other side.

The rain danced on the snow white armor that covered his brown undersuit, and he saw it drip down the yellow, beak-like visor of his helmet. He had a white cape, split into five, all with a red point at the end, which fluttered behind him as he ran into the remaining forces.

Another Slash, and more fell. He spins, his blade following and striking down more of his foes. More and more fell, until he was finally done. All of his enemies had finally fallen. All but one. The knight looked behind him, spotting the massive shilouette, and knowing exactly what it meant. He would finish it, this time.

The shadow pulled out it's own enourmous blade, and charged at him. The knight readies his weapon, and runs as well with a mighty shout…

The man opens his eyes, breathing heavily. He puts a hand to his chest, his heart is racing. It was that dream again. He had won that battle. He drove the invaders away, so why? Why would it come back to haunt him?

He had lost so many in that battle. Is that why mind would not let him sleep soundly just one night?

The man looks to his side. His beautiful blade lay still on the rock floor of the cavern he called home. But it's ring began to pulse with white. No…

It was time…

They were coming back.

The trio of Crystalline Rings sat atop the altar, patiently, silently. Well, except for the one in the middle. It pulsed a bright red upon its place in the worshipping grounds. It was no temple, but the shrine was all that could be done for the holy artifacts in such an era filled with disbelief. It used to be filled with people who would worship the benevolent spirits heralded by the rings, but now, the legend has all but died out.

The old man who knelt before them was the one of the only left who still believed. It was unfortunate. The old man wore a cloak of worn, light brown fabric, with an emblem of golden wings stitched into it. Under that, he wore a white robe with a golden sash around his waist. He had long, white hair, showing the exponential length of time he had chosen to keep believing when no one else would.

In his hand was a long wooden staff with many ornaments dangling off the top.

The man turns around, hearing the jangle of beads signaling the entrance of another. A man with a black coat steps in. "Peckinpah. Fancy seeing you here. I thought you weren't the type for such "trivial matters"." He says.

Judge Peckinpah, the authority of Law on the Island, adjusts his coat. "Oh no. I'm not. And you can trust when I say that this… is no social visit. I've come to tell you that I'll be shutting this little operation of yours down soon."

"…what?"

"You heard me. Loud and clear. I have spent my life trying to cleanse this tribe of this "history" of violence and rage. I won't have you mess it all up with your stupid beliefs in a threat that doesn't exist. We are a happy community, Elder. Please try to understand that."

"Your honor… I beseech you to leave."

"And I beseech you to wake up to the reality of things. Times are changing. And so must we. I'll back tomorrow with a bit of a… clean up crew. You can decide what to do with…" He looks toward the Crystal Rings with disdain. "…those… when the time comes."

"You can't do this. They're coming! I have seen it! And I garauntee that Ethan has as well."

"That man is a fool! And so are you for following him!" The man shouts before adjusting his coat again, and clearing his throat to regain composure. "He's ancient, I wouldn't doubt that something in his mind broke down over the past milennia, causing his "delusions of granduer". My Zero Anger Act stays in place, and there's nothing a pair of old men like you can about it."

"Delusions of Granduer?" Peckinpah and the Elder turn to see Ethan, his armor shining in the sunlight, though a bit worn from centuries of battle. "Tell me then, Judge." Ethan unsheathes his sword, and points it at Peckinpah's neck. "Is this blade a delusion? Or do you feel the cold steel against your neck, in reality?"

"You old bastard…"

"That's enough! Ethan, remove your blade. Please." Ethan hesitates, but removes his sword from Peckinpah's throat. The judge adjusts his coat once more, and walks out of the tiny shrine. "We have more pressing matters to deal with…"

"Yes. I heard outside. You've had visions as well?"

"Indeed. Mine take the form of a dream of devastation. Not only our Island, but the entire world goes up in flame."

"Mine takes the form… of the final battle of the 4 year war. It ends just before I clash blades with… him. I wasn't strong enough back then. But that was centuries ago. I'm an old man now, older than you, and though I still have the same fighting spirit… I fear that my skill won't be up to that same standard. That day, I barely won that battle. What will happen now?"

"What happens now, is that we act quickly, and find new warriors to aid you." The Elder says, walking over to grab the Crystal Rings from the altar. "The Torystals… they are our greatest weapon in the coming war. Fueled by Rage, tamed by the spirit. Only those with a great fire within them will stand a chance to fight this battle. Look at this one." He says, pointing out the Torystal that pulsed with crimson light. "It has chosen a wielder already. And I think you know who it is."

"Him? I suppose… If anyone would be, it'd be him. He has the fire that the Torystals feed off of, and turn into power. But the question is, will he even help us?"

"I don't know. He wouldn't have a reason, society has done nothing but put him down since he learned to walk. He's been alone for the longest time. They think of him as a monster."

"And yet, had someone taught him to control his rage, we wouldn't bein this situation. He's had no one since birth. Well, except… nevermind that. He's done things, in his anger."

"Yes. But that doesn't compare to the things they will do if they manage to take our home."

"Then it's settled. Find him. Tell him of his destiny." Ethan nods.

"Shall I take the-"

"No. He must choose for himself. It will find him when he does." The Elder had always spoken in such vague riddles, but Ethan trusted him. He nods, and exits the shrine.

Outside of the shrine, Ethan takes to the air, carried by the wind.

The young man lived in a strange home. It was unlike the straw and wooden huts in the village, two stories, with sturdy stone walls, and wooden spines encircling it cascading downward with no discernable purpose. But it was his, and his alone. And it has been for these past 6 years of total isolation.

What was he meant to do? Not a single person in the village thought of him as anything but a monster. Leaning his head up against the stone wall, and quickly ran his finger along it, drawing blood. Inside his heart, a bit of rage welled up. Good. The blood began to glow just a bit, and he flicked it at the candle sitting next to him. The blood spilled onto the candle, and it flashed with an intense red blaze, which would calm to a smaller flame only a second later.

Red could light his blood ablaze with his rage. He found out when he turned 3, when he burned down the orphanage he lived in. He didn't know how it came about, and it was no truly special power, like that of everyone else on the Island, but it was his, and his alone. He rubbed the blood between his fingers, calming the anger with him. In his now lit home, he sat down on his chair. It was his, and his alone.

Yes. His alone…

He needed a walk. Red snarled, noting the futility of having just lit the candle, only to put it out with his fingertips soon after. He put on his black gloves, and pulled the red and gold jacket over his arms, putting a hand over the stitches running down both of the short sleeves, and the golden cuffs at their ends. He pops the yellow collar, and adjusts the white shirt underneath, and running a hand through his crimson hair. Finally, he hoists the leather bag over his shoulder, and walks outside.

The young man lived on the outskirts of the Island. A place that none would ever find. He enjoyed it. It was silent, tranquil, and, most importantly, there was the peaceful forest. The trees had no minds of their own, they couldn't consider him a monster. Neither could the dirt, nor the smaller plants that made their homes inside of it. None of them would judge him, scorn him… shun him. He almost loved it out here as much as he did inside of his own home.

Red sat down, and took a deep breath. He took the bag off his shoulders, and out of it, he took a strange object. It looked like a shield, a quite small, oval-shaped shield. It ended at a golden point, decorated like a beak. Naturally, the rest of the object was made to resemble the remaining parts of a bird, evidenced by crystalline eyes, which rested in the white front section, which ended in spikes akin to feathers. The back section was partly brown, but ended in a black, circular surface, which was flat, save for the black and silver cyllinder in the center. At the bottom, were a pair of black straps, obviously made to be worn,

Many times had Red worn it, attempting to figure out what it was. Though, he did know one thing. He took of his glove, and painfully squeezed a bit of glowing blood from his fingertip, sourced from the cut earlier. Then, he rubbed the blood along the crystal eyes of the object. In response, they glowed bright red. It reacted to his heated blood. But what did it mean? Red had spent many a night attempting to figure it out. That is, when he wasn't simply sitting, and enjoying the silence.

The object had been with him since he could remember. He had always carried it around in the same old worn leather bag he always carried. Whether it was to school, or at the orphanage, he always carried it. It caused a lot of problems, the other kids seeing it as a prime excuse to torment him, but he always fought back. After all, this was the only remnant he had of whatever past came before.

"That Artifact you hold is a remnant of our people's long forgotten past." Red looks up to see a man approach. His white dreadlocks float in the evening air, his face showing an expression worn from many years of battle. He wore a baggy white shirt with many brown and gold decorations, and a pair of brown pants with black boots.

"Sir Ethan!? What the hell are you doing out here?!"

"I came for you, Red. We need to talk. And it's about the artifact you hold in your hands. There's more to it than you know."

On the other side of the forest, A great oak trunk was struck many times with consecutive, rapid swings of a weapon, moving so fast, it'd be naught but a blur to the naked eye. The weapon stopped. That part of the tree was stripped clean of its bark. The Nunchaku's wielder swung the weapon a few more times at nothing in particular before throwing the weapon behind him, landing it perfectly onto a metal rack. He dusts his hands off, and looks around the wide clearing. It was peaceful, not a single soul in sight. It was perfect for training.

Chuck was a tall, lanky man, yet anyone could tell he was younger than Red by his childish expression, and mischievous mannerisms. His yellow hair was tall, and spiked, and faded into black at the tips. He wore a closed yellow jacket with a multitude of black patterns across every part of it. Black pants covered his legs, and finally he wore a pair of short boots in a light shade of brown. He took off the red headband on his forehead, and stuffed it into a pocket before leaning next to a nearby tree.

It was nice, sitting and listening to the sounds of the forest. It'd been a long time since he had. He'd always come to train here, but only recently had he begun to relax and take in the wonders of nature again. His mind was finally, perfectly clear, simply focused on his surroundings. That is, until he raised his hand, stopping the oncoming fist. He smirked, getting up and in a battle ready pose as the dark skinned man in front of him did the same. "Almost had you that time." The man joked.

Chuck scoffed "Close. But you'll need to do better than that, Bomb." Bomb was much taller, and older than Red and Chuck, and wore a black and gold vest, and a pure Gold sash around it. He also wore a pair of black, baggy pants, and black and brown boots. His hair was mostly black, and styled in dreadlocks tied in a ponytail, and faded to a light blonde at the ends.

The taller man went in for a jab which Chuck dodged and countered with a palm strike to the face. Bomb took the chance to grab Chuck's outstretched arm, and go for another punch to the face. He hit his target, and Chuck stumbled back as his wrist was released. He wiped the blood from his face, and his smirk grew wider. He threw multiple punches, each hitting his competitor in a different spot, only for the final strike to the chest to be grabbed. Bomb throw a kick at Chuck's side, though Chuck quickly blocked it with his shin. "Face it Bomb, you can't beat the master." He gloats.

"You'd be surprised what I can do." Bomb retorts with a smirk of his own. The two threw a punch with their free hands, sending each other back before rushing again. Their hands linked, trying to push each other back, Chuck laughing all the way. However, his mood changed when Bomb tightened his grip. Out of nowhere, an electric shock was sent through Chuck, warning of an oncoming explosion. Said explosion came, sending the blonde man back a bit. Chuck stumbled, fried to a crisp before falling to the ground.

After a few seconds, he gets up, shakes himself off, and looks at Bomb, clearly angry. "I thought we agreed for no powers!"

"Sorry, man. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

"Well I guess what a guy's gotta do is cheat?! We have a system in place, Bomb!"

"Ok, geez. I promise, no powers next time."

A light chuckle came from behind the two. Chuck scoffed with a grin. Matilda was watching them spar again. "Matilda, what'd we tell you?" The woman emerged from behind nearby tree. She wore a white shirt with long sleeves and golden embroidery, as well as a pair of white pants in the same fashion. On her feet were a pair of simple, golden shoes, and a scarf of the same color wrapped around her neck.

"Not to watch you guys spar. Sorry guys, I'm just a little worried for you well being." Matilda was the most motherly of the group when they were all... well, a group. Even after 5 years, the white haired woman still watched over them, After all, besides Bomb and Terrence, everyone else was basically a child, not only in age, but in maturity as well, even Bomb has his moments of acting a bit childish. But when things got to be too much, Matilda was always there to save their skin, only to scold them for getting their skin in danger in the first place afterwards.

"Matilda, I told you, we're fine. You're looking at a martial arts master! Have some more faith." Chuck half-brags.

"I know. It's just... I miss being around you guys."

"I get that. We all do." Bomb agrees. At this point, Chuck's clear mind wasn't so clear anymore. Seeing his two friends here brought back memories. Memories that made him angry.

"It sucks. It sucks that we can't even see our friends anymore without going out here, where no one can catch us expressing a single negative emotion."

"I know Chuck. But you have to understand, Red made his choice. And he made it for us."

Chuck sighs. "Yeah. I know. It just... hurts."

"I feel ya. 5 years ago it was just us, Red, Stella and Terrence against the world. Now... Red is gone, and Stella and Terrence are who knows where?" From then on, it was silent as the assembled group thought back to the past.

That is, until they heard an explosion.

"The blood through your veins can heat itself to the point of lighting things ablaze. Well, I think you'll be happy to hear that you're not alone in that regard." Ethan explains. "Everyone on this Island has that fire inside them. But I think you're the only person I've ever seen literally light a candle with his own blood."

"You saw that…?"

"Eyes of an Eagle, my friend."

"…Well, you know what they say, "take what fortune grants you". Though I'd hardly say that "fortune" gave me this… I can light this whole forest on fire, right now." Red muses, looking at the cut on his finger. As if to demonstrate, he picks a weed from the ground, squeezing it in anger before watching it go up in flame. In just a moment, all that was left was ash, that he simply let fly into the wind.

"That fire in our blood, it's called Rage Aura. And only those who have harnessed their rage to the point you have can light it ablaze."

"Can you?"

"Yes. But I'd prefer not to cut myself. Have I ever told you about my blade?" Ethan pulls his sword, the mighty Featherade, from it's leather scabbard. "Go ahead, wipe your cut on it. And think angry thoughts while you do."

Red closes his eyes, and he thinks. He thinks back to his childhood. Years upon years of insults, beatings, torment, everyday. It obviously built something up in him. He grits his teeth. Finally, the blood on his finger begins to glow bright red. He wipes the blood on the sword's crystal ring, and is recoils a bit when it glows bright red. Ethan chuckles. "Red, that is what I wanted to show you." He starts. "That ring, it's called a Torystal. Created from the Toryn gem, found deep within our Island's depths. Toryn was created from the Prime Reichou. You know that story, don't you?"

"Um… no?"

"Then allow me to enlighten you."

It was long ago, but also not. Long after the birds had evolved from dinosaurs. This Island was nothing but jungle and rock, covered from top to bottom in life. But it was not long before problems arose. A dark shadow began to take over, and though the birds of prey began to fight back, they were simple birds, which meant they couldn't do much to fight off this threat. So they attempted to flee the Island.

Then, a miracle happened. From out of nowhere, came a bird. A massive bird made of light. It told the birds that they were cowards for not continuing the fight. It came with a message from the future, having seen that the primitive species that inhabited the rest of the world would evolve into something greater. And so, it created the first of our species, the Birdon, using its power to mold them from its essence. They resembled these "human beings" in all but three ways. Their extraordinary powers, their burning blood, and their untamable rage.

Thanking the Prime Reichou for its gift, the birds worked alongside the Birdon people, and fought the darkness. But it wasn't enough. So the Prime Reichou reappeared with one final gift. It used its power to transform each and every bird on the Island into into a spirit of immense power, that could synchronise with the Birdon's rage, and create unstoppable warriors. However, this act caused the Prime Reichou to implode, which, instead of destroying the Island, created an alternate dimension, parallel to it. After the great battle, the Reichou would retreat into this alternate dimension.

Legend says that this dimension holds every Reichou, past and future, possible and impossible, existent and nonexistent. That is not known for sure. But what is known, is that when that dimension was created, the excess essence that flew from the implosion sank into the Island, creating the Toryn mineral.

"Years would pass, and multiple groups of Birdon would fight an ever returning evil, created from the same darkness that began this struggle. One that fused itself with technology from the outside world, making themselves stronger than before. Eventually, our people began to lose the fire inside of them, their righteous rage being replaced with thoughts of peace. Peace is what we all strive for, but how can we just pretend that the threat is not there?"

"Well, you know what Peckinpah said."

"Yes, I do. But I don't care. For 30 years, that fool has demonized me, the Reichou, and the fire that lies within us all in an effort to leave behind a past that looms over us all, whether we like it or not. He's made it so that most of us can no longer fight the way we were meant to. Now, when they return, I fear that I will be alone in battle, once again… I'm an old man, Red. Older than the oldest of this village. I've still got some fire in me, but… who knows how long that will last? I know that you're apprehensive. You think you should just leave these people to their fate for how they shunned you. But I know, deep down, you care."

"…how?"

"What?"

"How do you know that I care? All my life, I've been shunned by those same people. You said it yourself. They demonize people like us. And for what? Because I get a little pissed off? Yeah, I get angry, 19 years of torture and isolation will do that to a guy! And that's why I'm out here. I took control! I did! If they were gonna shun me, fine! I'll go where I can't "hurt" anyone. And now look at me! Look at the life I've made for myself! It's a good life, and I don't think I wanna leave it behind for some happy-go-lucky idiots who thought they could tie me down!"

Just as Red finishes the pair hear an explosion in the distance. "They're here. We're out of time! I need to go. It's now, or never!" Before Red can answer, Ethan runs into the forest.

Chuck pushes past an oncoming bush, trudging through the lush flora, making his way out of the large, expansive forest. Matilda and Bomb follow behind him, much more cautious than their friend.

"Chuck, just wait a second! We don't know what's going on!" Matilda warns.

"That's exactly why we've gotta go! There could be people getting hurt, and we'd be none the wiser!"

"Chuck, I get where you're coming from, but Matilda's right. We have to be careful about this."

"Hold on. I think I see something. It's really, really bright." Chuck says. He walks forward, and pushes through more trees, finally getting a view of… "Oh no.."

"What? What is it?"

"Fire. Lots of it! The whole village is burning down!" Chuck announces before running out of the trees.

"Chuck, wait!"

Chuck emerges from the forest, running into the desolate village. How could this have happened? And so quickly too? Another explosion sounds, and Chuck watches a hut collapse.

Chuck looks up into the sky, and jumps away just before a massive metal object slams into the ground before him, kicking up dust, and obscuring his vision. The dust soon begins to clear, and Chuck coughs as he walks through the waning cloud.

The object begins to glow, and large panels begin to open only seconds later. Chuck watches the object open, revealing multiple humanoid figures surrounding a long metal pole. The figures had an emerald green complexion, boots and chest armor of a darker shade, and a pair of parallel slits in their faces where their faces should be. But the most curious detail of these strange creatures was the metal armor that they wore on certain parts of their body. A metal pad on one knee, a giant iron ring diagonal around their torso, steel armor around their arms, and a pauldron atop their shoulder.

But when Chuck looked a bit closer, it frightened him, just a bit. Each creature had gigantic, metal claws on one hand, and what seemed to be holes in the other hand's fingers. What they could be for, he didn't know, but they seemed dangerous. He began to back away, only to be proven right in his intuition when the slits on the creatures' faces began to glow a bright red as they turn their heads to face him.

"What the…? What are these things?!" Chuck begins as he slowly backs away. He could take them, easily. But he had no idea what to make of it. The creatures began to lumber from their spots, making strange warbling noises as they moved in such an inhuman way. They shambled across the sandy floor if the island, before raising their claws at the man in front of them. That was all Chuck needed.

It took less then a second, and all the creatures saw was a yellow blur before they fell to the ground. Perfect. Chuck stands up from his crouch, and the world glows slow. He finally had a chance to truly look at the damage. Fire and smoke rose from the smoldering ruins of what used to be the blissful village. He saw people running in slow motion from of the soldiers from earlier. Where they came from, he didn't know. But Chuck had a gut feeling that more would come. But why? What was the reason for this invasion?

The large, monstrous being lumbered through the sand, watching in delight as the fire rose and consumed all it touched. The sweet sound of terror filled the wind that blew past him. Behind him were his loyal soldiers, the Boarolders, who used their claws of iron, and their gun-barreled fingers to destroy any who would dare attempt to get close. In his hand was a large, black sword that was made with technologies unheard of by the primitive people of the Island. It glowed red at the center of the blade, a glow which extended to orb in the middle of the guard.

There was only one man that the green skinned warrior in black, bulky armor searched for. The knight who took his eye. "Where is he…?" He starts in his low, rasping voice. "Find the Eagle Knight. And bring me his head."

Bomb and Matilda stopped, out of breath from their run into the village. "Matilda, are you alright?" Bomb inquires, exasperated.

"Yes, I'm fine. We need to find Chuck!"

"He could've gone anywhere. I swear, that man's real power is getting lost."

"Being as fast as he is probably helps with that." Bomb chuckles. The pair continues to walk until they finally exit the forest. Their eyes widen as they witness the destruction. The entire village was set ablaze.

"Oh, Hell no! Who did this?!"

"I don't know, but we really need to find Chuck now!"

"Right, I'll try and-" Bomb is cut off by the sound of repeated shots. He and Matilda turn to see a man fall to the ground, a strange creature standing above him, the holes in its fingertips emitting smoke. The creature continues to walk, seemingly not noticing them.

"What is that thing?" Matilda uneasily whispers.

"Beats me… We can't let it see us." Matilda nods in agreement.

The pair duck behind a piece of burnt wood, watching as more creatures line the people up, shoving them to the ground. One creature seems to speak to the people, but it was too far away to hear. Matilda and Bomb watch as the creature paces from one side to the other, like a soldier briefing prisoners of war. Maybe that's what was happening. The uncertainty made Matilda shudder. She gasped when the creature reached out and fired a small projectile from its finger, which hit a villager in the head. The villager fell to the ground, the duo had no idea if they were dead or not. But tears even so began to well up in the white haired woman's eyes.

Bomb continues to watch with gritted teeth as more villagers are lined up. But why aren't they using their powers to defend themselves? They're fully capable, they should be able to escape. What were these creatures, exactly? What sort of advantage did they have against their people? That's when he saw it. One of the villagers managed to stand up, and tried to lunge at the creatures, finger nails sharpened like talons. But immediately, the difference in between them became clear. The villager was grabbed by their wrists, and it took less than a second for them to fall when the creature ran them through with its own claws.

That's what it was. These… things. They were trained fighters, and the people were not. They knew how to combat them. And more were coming, so strength in numbers would mean nothing. Though, they did forget one thing, which became apparent when 5 of the gathered soldiers stumbled after being crossed by a yellow blur. Bomb smirked. Most of the villagers were inept at fighting. But not all of them. The main creature fell to the ground, and the blur stopped. Chuck stood there with an outstretched fist. He turns his head to the villagers. "Everyone, go. I'll handle it." He commands. The villagers scramble to their feet before running away.

"Stay here." Bomb orders Matilda.

"But I can help-" Matilda stops when Bomb grasps her hands.

"I know. But you shouldn't be dirtying these hands when you don't need to." He says, looking into her eyes, his expression softening just a bit. They remained like that for a moment for Bomb lets go, and vaults over the debris.

The monstrous warrior continues his trek through the burning village, a large, sadistic grin on his face as he witnesses the terror, only for it to falter when he spots two men fighting against a group of Boarolders. Obviously, the Birdon tribe hadn't grown as inept in combat as he had first thought. A pair of outliers shouldn't be a problem. Not to him, anyway. The warrior readies his blade, and walks faster, ready to slaughter the pair who defied him. They notice, and turn, ready to fight, too little, too late. But when he swings his blade, sparks fly as it meets with another…

He knows this blade…

"Featherade… Damn you, foolish Knight."

"Same to you, foolish king." The blades separate, and the armorless knight steps back.

"Sir Ethan? Who the Hell is this?" The yellow haired Birdon asks.

"The living embodiment of The End. 19th in a line of monstrous Kings who rule over demons enhanced with technology. Tyranus."

"Well what do we do?" The black haired one inquires.

"You will run. I will finished what was started so long ago."

Tyranus points his blade at the knight. "Yes… come and face the end." Tyranus points his blade at the knight.

"With pride, monster." And with that final declaration, the knight rushed at demon, sword at the ready. He strikes, but Tyranus only has to hold his blade upright to block the attack. More strikes are thrown, all blocked with relative ease. He's getting weaker in his old age. Tyranus scoffs. He finally throws his first strike, knocking Ethan back several feet.

Ethan lands upright, and skids backward. He grasps the Torystal grafted around his sword's Guard, and it glows white at his touch. He spins it with such force that a strong gust of wind shoots out, blasting Tyranus back. Wind surrounds the blade of the sword, and Ethan starts into a ferocious run. With an enraged yell, he jumps into the air, pulling the trigger, surrounding himself in a cyclone.

The cyclone falls, and the wind blows away to reveal the armored Eagle Knight, clashing blades with Tyranus. The demon king only laughs. "If none else, at least the rage inside you hasn't died out. Good! This should be fun!" Eagle Knight screams and goes for slash after slash, only to miss many of them. That is not to say that he was defenseless, easily blocking and parrying Tyranus' strikes as well. "You've gotten slow, old man!"

"You are much older than me, Monster!"

"And yet I retain my staggering might throughout the ages! Unlike you!" Tyranus retorts, accenuating with another slash that sends his opponent back.

The swords began to clash, strike after strike, parry after parry, block after block, sparks flew across the scene, worsening the fire around them.

Soon, the two combatants were surrounded in a ring of flame, and Eagle Knight was losing the upper hand. The king caught him in another clash before punching his visor, revealing a single emerald eye, anger shining inside. Eagle Knight went on the attack once more, attempting a thrust, but he was dodged and kicked to the ground. The king tried to run him through, only for Eagle Knight to roll away and scramble to his feet.

Eagle Knight pulls the trigger on his sword, and spins the Torystal thrice. The blade glowed bright gold. He rushed in, and managed to get a strike on the Tyrant, the force generating such wind that the ring of fire died down for but a moment before relighting. Tyranus stumbles back.

However, though the slash was successful, it took too much. Eagle Knight falls to one knee, supported only by his prized blade. Meanwhile, Tyranus regains composure rather quickly, before letting out a sinister chuckle. He begins to walk toward the fallen warrior. "Was that it? Was that all the fight that the mighty defender of the Birdon people had left in him? You've grown weaker than I had first assumed. I thought this would be fun. I'm sorely disappointed." He finishes before raising his massive blade. "Fare thee well, foolish knight."

The battle continues through the village, all while Chuck and Bomb continue their own battle from afar. Matilda managed to find the remaining townspeople, and the new plan was to defend them while they made their escape into the forest. It was working, so far. Chuck and Bomb were able to stop quite a few hordes of Boarolders, and had escorted the people to the entrance to the forest. "Everyone! Go!" Chuck commands as more Boarolders show up, marching in formation, and firing from their blaster hands.

"Bomb!" Bomb nods his head, ushering more people in before rubbing his fists together, generating a massive spark. He runs to a tree, and punches the trunk, causing an explosion that sends the Boarolders flying, and the tree tumbling over, closing off the entrance to the forest. He backs away, and breathes heavily. Chuck is bent over, just as out of breath. "That was the most I've ever had to fight in years."

"Yeah. Good thing we trained. I think we just prevented an even bigger disaster."

"What the hell is this!?!" The people look back to see a figure emerge from the cluster of plants, his hair a bright crimson, and his black brows furrowed to their limit.

"Red!" The man's name was shouted in unison by Bomb, Chuck and Matilda. The three tackle the man into a bone crushing hug.

"Yeah, yeah, I missed you guys too. We can catch up later. For now, can someone explain what the hell all these people are doing in the forest?"

"They have come." Red looks into the crowd, and sees The Elder emerge, holding his side, carried by Judge Peckinpah.

"…Well, well. Looks like your happy community wasn't so happy after all, was it, Peckinpah?"

The old judge looks at the young man, his brows furrowed. But then, he lets out a sigh. "No… No, it wasn't. I'm man enough to admit that. And… I'm also man enough to admit... I was wrong about you."

"…"

Red pauses. He wasn't expecting that. He thought about it. He looked back on the past. Sure, it was full of such torment, and he could never get a moment of peace. But what had he given in return? A reason to hate him. Then, he let out a sigh of his own. "…No, no. You weren't that wrong… I'm a jerkass. Even now."

"But that didn't give us the right to shun you, to treat you like a monster. Especially when you were just trying to get by. I… we're sorry, Red."

"…what's going on out there?" Red asks. "What's the entire village doing huddled at the entrance to the forest."

"Monsters. Unlike any we've seen before-"

"No. We have seen them before. I have. And so has Ethan." The Elder professes.

"The shadow…"

"He told you of the legend?"

"Yeah. Anything we can do?"

"Yes. There is. You in particular, Red." The Elder reaches into his leather satchel, and pulls out a trio of crystalline rings, one of them pulsing a bright crimson. "Forged from the ancient Toryn mineral. The Torystals are our only chance. And this one, has chosen you." He gives the Torystal to Red. Then, he turns to Chuck and Bomb. "Both of you. I want you to guard these with your lives. Follow Red… He will lead you…" He finishes before collapsing to the ground, his his hand stained with blood, revealing multiple holes in his side.

"He's been hit! How did I notice?!" Peckinpah shouts. Matilda runs to the Elder, and puts two fingers to his neck.

"He's unresponsive… He's gone…" Red, Chuck, and Bomb look on.

Suddenly, a bright Yellow glow comes from Chuck's hand. And a grey one comes from Bomb's. The Torystals are responding to them! Red smirks. "Well. It looks like we know what to do." He says before taking the device from his bag. He straps it to his arm, and looks at his Torystal. He places the Torystal onto the back section, attaching it to the black turntable. A perfect fit. "We make them pay."

Tyranus swings downward, ready to kill the Knight, once and for all. But, suddenly, the Torystal in the knight's sword glew brighter, and brighter, blinding him! He staggers back, covering his eyes. And the fallen knight looks on, a smile growing underneath the plate that protected his mouth. Three figures emerge in the light.

Red, Chuck, and Bomb. The latter two now wore devices on their wrists, like Red's, their Torystals set inside, pulsing with their colors. Eagle Knight stands up as the light dies down, Chuck and Red help him to his feet. Eagle Knight looks at the devices, and smiles. "When you're ready, spin the Torystals, and shout Razor Change with all you've got!" The trio nods. Eagle Knight stands upright, and looks toward Tyranus. "You've made a mistake, fulfilling this prophecy. THIS IS YOUR UNDOING!"

"RAZOR CHANGE!!"

The trio of heroes spin their Torystals, the crystal rings sparking before unleashing a mighty Aura upon each of them. It envelops each of them in a blaze, before the image of a beak forms over their faces, closing, and releasing the fire.

Where the trio of Birdon stood, a trio of warriors were in their place. They each wore a suit with armor in the shape of a bird's face on their chests, as well as golden armlets, anklets, and bracers. On their heads were helmets, each with a silver plate covering the mouth, and a beak like visor, as well as the visage of a bird.

The gathered warriors ran toward the evil king, who simply raised his blade, ready to block their feeble attack. But when the warriors all threw their punches at once, it sent him flying back! He lands in a skid, and gets ready to attack, when he suddenly feels something in his chest! Tyranus looks down, and sees smoke rising from his chest! "WHAT?! HOW?!"

"This is our anger. Our unmatched wings of Rage!!" The red warrior shouts. The yellow warrior reaches out both his hands, and yellow flames burst from each of them, connecting to form a rope before revealing a pair of nunchaku with yellow handles, and golden bird heads at their ends. The warrior crouches before starting in a vicious run.

"ACCEL WING!!"

He lands blow after blow with his nunchaku, swinging them like a feral animal. He lands a final blow to Tyranus' face, knocking off a bit of its armor.

"KIRAZOR!!"

Tyranus stumbles only to feel a blow to his back.

"EXPLODING WING!!"

An explosion sends him flying into the air!

"KURORAZOR!!"

Tyranus falls to the ground, smoke rising from his body. He slowly lifts his head from the ground. He finally manages to get back on his feet, only to be punched right in the face by a fist glowing with red aura.

"RAGING WING!!"

As much as he tries to resist, the fast slowly pushes his face down, as if it were a weight crushing his face! When his face finally touches the ground again, it's as if a boulder slammed down onto his head, creating a crater were he lay.

"AKARAZOR!!"

AkaRazor jumps back, joining his allies in watching the evil king struggle to his feet. Eagle Knight walks in front of them. He holds out his blade, and watches as Tyranus readies his own. "Now. We end this."

"Yes… we do… You'll pay… You'll all pay! FOR DEFYING ME!!!"

With 3 spins of his Torystal, Eagle Knight rushes forth while Tyranus does the same. Just before they clash, Eagle Knight pulls the trigger, and a cyclone shoots out, sending the warriors back, rustling the trees, and even putting out the fire…

…

…

…

When the cyclone dissipates, Eagle Knight is the only one left standing. Tyranus has collapsed to his knees, dropping his prized blade. Then, he falls, his cybernetics blow him to pieces before he can even hit the ground.

In the massive throne room, adorned with golden decorations, and many technologies, a mechanical looking humanoid lounged on the eponymous chair. The man had a large, bulky figure, likely due to the massive metallic armor he wore. On his ankles and wrists, and around his waist and neck were gears that were just as big. In the middle of his chest was a red orb that glowed brightly. He also had a pair of exhaust pipes on his back, and drill-heads on it's shoulders, knees, feet, and the sides of his head, like tusks. His face was covered with what seemed to be a black screen.

He was relaxed on the chair, One that belonged to him, for he was king of this empire. Or, at least, acting king until his father returned. In his hand, he held a glass filled with a black liquid. He lets out a sigh or boredom. He hadn't gotten to do a single "kingly" thing since his father left. This was what always happened when the king went out to battle. That's when the door slammed open. The screen obscuring the prince's face opened, revealing his green skin, and red eyes. He turns his head to see a creature and a woman enter.

"My liege! We bring urgent news!" The short, stubby creature shouts. His skin is green, like the prince and king, and his body is covered with mechanical parts, to the point where his legs have been replaced with ones akin to a spider. His eyes are a faded red, and a pair of small glasses rests on his nose. Waristot was his name, and he was the creator of the fine technology used by this great empire.

The young woman beside him knelt, her teeth gritted. She went by Silver, a fitting name, evidenced by her hair and eyes. Both in that exact color. Her hair was short, and spiked up in the back, while the front bangs were parted in the middle. She wore a black coat with iron armor on her chest, and a pair of pauldrons with the prince's symbollic drillheads on her shoulders.

On her legs were a pair of black shorts that went down to her knees, and a pair of black boots covered in armor. On her right arm was a simple metal gauntlet, but on her left was a larger glove with a set of claws on each finger. Her skin wasn't the same green as the rest of the empire, but it was normal, seeing as she herself was a Birdon.

The prince, who took his father's name like his father before him, reclined in the throne. "What is it you have to say?" He inquires without emotion. Though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit nervous, who wouldn't be at the advent of such urgent news, and with the way the pair entered?

"Your father… he's dead." Waristot announces. The prince's eyes widen. At this, Silver stands.

"Do not worry my lord. I'll kill them myself. I'll rip out all of their still beating hearts and-" The young general stopped when she heard the prince begin to chuckle.

The chuckle transformed into laughter, and the prince stood up, his face taking on a wicked grin, showing off his fanged teeth. "Don't you see?! I am the king now! I've been waiting for my foolish father to die as long as I can remember! This is my empire now!" He proclaims before calming himself. "That being said, we will succeed in where my father failed. Those foolish Birdon want another war? Fine." The new King balls his hand into a tight fist.

"We'll give them a war.

Out in the forest of the Island, a trio of young boys run into the woods. Each of them were the same height, and had one the same clothes. Each had a blue shirt, a short sleeved jacket in blue, white, and yellow, a pair of shorts in the same palette, a pair of blue and white shoes, and a pair of white and yellow gloves. Their blue hair was styled the same as well. Except for the slight difference of the direction they face. One brother went left, another right, and the last parted in the middle.

The leader of the boys ran in front. "Come on! I saw it around here!"

The other two boys struggle to catch up. "Hold on, Jay! We can't run as fast as you!" One boy said before the other scoffs.

"Speak for yourself, Jake. I can outrun Jay easily! You on the other hand?" The other boy brags.

"Nevermind! Just go, Jim!" Jim shrugs before running forth.

Jay looks behind him to see Jim catching up, before looking forward again. There it was. He stops, and Jim follows suit, only for Jake to catch up seconds later, out of breath. "Ok… what… did you bring us here for?"

"Yeah, if you haven't noticed, this is running dangerously close to dinner." Jim says.

"Hold on." Jay crouches, and begins dig.

"What are you doing?" Jay stops for a moment.

"Ok, you know how we've been getting this weird feeling in the head for the past few days?"

"Yeah? Why?"

Jay continues digging, and finally pulls out a crystalline ring from the soil. He brushes away the dirt, and shows it to his brothers, their eyes widen upon landing on it. "Here it is."

"Woah." Jim says.

"Yeah. Woah." Jake repeats.