Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

The dust and debris cleared and Aleister stood up, cracked his back and his neck, and did some quick arm stretches. “Strife, that hurt.”
“Magnus,” the Artillery of Strife replied, “and my name is Magnus.”
“Alright ‘Weapon’,” Aleister replied as he used Hubris to levitate out of the crater made by his landing. “Just tell me where the Wyyvern of Strife is so we can get this over with.”
“Aleister Keith of House Dimir,” a powerful voice sounded from above. “You coasted past the trials of my three brothers off of raw skill alone.”
“My thanks for the compliment,” Aleister laughed, looked up, and then stopped laughing.
The Wyyvern of Strife manifested weapons of the firearms sort on its body and aimed them at Aleister, “You will face the very power you will receive.” More and more barrels from every kind of gun, cannon, and launcher manifested attached to the Wyyvern of Strife’s body and aimed at Aleister.
“We are completely at the Wyyvern of Strife’s mercy at this point”, said Magnus.
The locking, loading, and charging of infinite weaponry was like music to Aleister’s ears, he wanted it. “We will see about that,” Aleister replied with confidence.
“I have but one trial for you, ‘Assassin’, and it is quite simple”, the Wyyvern of Strife’s head opened up and became a death-ray cannon and looked Aleister in the eye, “Survive.” Everything fired at once as the Wyyvern of Strife unleashed its payload upon Aleister.
* *
Edward lead an army of 1000 to the gates of Yellow
“The Yellow already have 99,000 kills on us,” said Zesrial.
“How many do we have,” Edward replied.
“0,” Zesrial replied. “We haven’t even made it to the front gate yet.”
Edward stopped and signaled the army behind him to stop, “any further and we will be in range of their archers.” He looked across the battlefield before him and at the walled province, he sought to take. The Yellow had changed, as all the colors had, from Edward’s last rampage through it. They had built a wall around their entire region and fortified it to take on the world. “Reminds me of home,” Edward sighed. “Can you’re lightning stop arrows?”
Zesrial unsheathed herself from her sheath and took her angelic form and aimed a bolt of her lightning at the sky, towards the Yellow, with her bow. “I am insulted you had to ask,” she said, flirting with Edward a bit.
“Let the army go first,” Edward said to Zesrial. “Charge!” he commanded what was left of the army given to him to take the Yellow. “Hold,” he told Zesrial. “Hold it… Hold it…” He waited for his moment of opportunity, “Now!” Zesrial loosed the bolt of Heaven’s lightning.
* *
Aleister dropped down a cliff and narrowly caught the edge. “What just happened?! I do not have claws on my hands,” he said with a startled tone as his bare paws slipped slowly from the cliff’s edge.
“Relax Fox,” Magnus replied as he became like thrusters and boosted Aleister atop the cliff, “I can make portals.” Aleister turned around to discover he had been moved only a few hundred yards behind the Wyyvern of Strife. “I can only portal short distances until I am Wyyvern again.”
“Are kidding me?” Aleister’s voice was just loud enough for the Wyyvern of Strife to hear. It turned and aimed its sites at him. Aleister unsheathed the six-inch retractable claws on his feet and took off faster than he ever had before. Then again, he never had so much power coursing through him before. He looked to his sides and saw the projectiles fired by the Wyyvern of Strife as they narrowly kept up with him. He did not break a sweat, it was almost as if he wasn’t the one running.
“We will keep you moving,” said Sun and Tzu in unison as their Mark allowed him to run without growing weary.
The Wyyvern Scythe of Death could see all ways that all things could die, together and individually. “The weakest spot is the glowing red center of its death-ray,” said Chastity, “a direct hit should be an instant-kill, Master.”
“I can provide cover,” said Hubris, “If you like.”
“The Wyyvern is of Strife,” said Magnus. “Only I can kill it, but I am not Wyyvern. You will need to get me in close.”
“Disorient it, get in close, and shoot it right between the eyes,” Aleister recanted as he thought his plan through. “Now that sounds like a strategy,” he grinned as he made a sharp left turn, leading the Wyyvern of Strife to a deep and vast canyon. “Now would be a great time for that cover,” he said and Hubris filled the canyon with a dense fog, through which none could see. The confused Wyyvern of Strife spiraled up and out of the fog and looked frantically for Aleister until he saw him floating before him with the Artillery of Strife aimed directly at the glowing red center of its death-ray. Without hesitation, as soon as Aleister had his shot, he pulled the trigger and the Wyyvern of Strife fell. The raw element Strife flowed to Magnus as Magnus synchronized with Aleister, forging a Wyyvern Mark on his left arm and over both his eyes. Things Aleister could not comprehend began showing themselves to him. Circles around things and odd symbols displayed next to every object he focused on. “What is this?”
“This is your new heads-up display, or HUD if you prefer,” Magnus replied. “I’m downloading everything you need to know about your HUD,” he said as Aleister yelled in pain and clasped to his knees. “It is alright Sir, you’ve gained quite a bit of knowledge in just a few seconds. You should take a moment to…”
“No,” Aleister said as he got up and shook himself off. “I’ll be fine,” he said with a growing smile as he put his clever mind to work, using his HUD to locate his next target.
Suddenly the Realm shook. “The Multiverse itself is cracking, Master!” shouted Chastity
“The Wyyvern of the Apocalypse,” Aleister said with a grin as he focused in on its location, “there you are.”
“Not so fast,” said a voice from behind.
Aleister turned around and beheld the Devil himself. He knew it was, but he knew not how he knew. “What do you want? the ‘Soul’ of the Wyyvern of the Apocalypse?” he asked sarcastically.
“No,” the Devil replied. “I want you to have it.”
* *
“Archers!” Shouted the Yellow’s commanding officer “Ready! Here they come!” he waited for the Fennec zombie army to reach a range he could take them all at once at. “Fire!” the arrows of the Yellow blotted out the sun. Just then a bolt of purple lightning struck the skies from behind the approaching army. The lighting bolt shattered and formed a shield between the Archer’s arrows and the battlefield. “Damn!” shouted the enraged Yellow officer, “he’s here!” he shouted back behind the wall.
The undead marched to the gate and it fell upon those in front as the knights of the Yellow charged out. Jain Trusker of the Yellow walked out in her father’s armor. He had died the day the Fox absorbed their nuclear weapons and brought about the apocalypse. She wielded his sword, stabbing it through the chest of one undead before ripping it out and slicing the head of another with a backhand swing. Then she parried third, jabbing the pummel of her father’s sword into the Fennec zombie’s face before chopping the blade into its shoulder. She pulled her father’s sword out of the zombie’s shoulder and looked out past the army, “There you are,” she said as she fought her way to the one who killed her father with a desire for revenge.
Jain Trusker had built all this, she had made the Yellow great again. As Edward watched her defeat one undead after the next he wondered if she would be the one to unite Yellow with the rest of Rainbow. A battle cry from both and Edward locked blades with the first would be Hero of Rainbow, “We will see.”