Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Ares slowly and painfully regenerated in the Falls from his second defeat against Bellona. “Having trouble, Wyyvern God?” Sun scoffed. “You are the Righteous hand of War.”

“Enough,” Ares rebuked. “I have her this time.”

*          *

Woodsmann could hardly contain his excitement, “What a start off to this momentous event, Bernard!”

“Momentous indeed,” Mercedes replied. “Something we have not revealed yet is…”

“When or how the Biomers will be unleashed,” Woodsmann interrupted.

“Yes, Woods,” Mercedes went on. “There are two ways to unleash your Biomer, a participant who will have no restrictions applied to them. No set skills, no cooldowns, nothing.”

“Why did we do cooldowns anyway?” Woodsmann asked. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to just have them charge their skills and ultimates up by landing basic attacks on enemies or healing their allies?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Mercedes replied. “The easiest way is to allow your enemy to destroy all your towers in at least one lane.”

“The hard way is to go into the biomes and find your Biomer, who is hidden within the enemy team’s biome,” Woodsmann announced.

*          *

“I thought we were sent here to help with the round,” Madoline complained. “Not sit in the eye of a sand storm.” Ilean grunted at her in reply, “I am well aware that patience is a virtue. I’m just bored, is all.” Then something off in the distance caught her attention, then widened her eyes as it appeared closer, and then made her scream when it appeared in front of her, “what the fuck is that!!!” Ilean growled at her, “language my ass! Can you even see this thing?”

Akiri could not take her eyes off the indescribable horror until a voice inhabited her mind, “You can see Trace,” it said. “You can see Trace,” it sang. “But can you hear me?” it questioned.

“Who are you,” Mad asked.

“Start at the bald forehead,” it replied, “head straight down the back, turn at the right shoulder and follow the arm. That’s where you’ll find me.”

Mad followed the tale of a creature much like God Wyyvern and Epic to its tip at Trace’s right palm. There was a gun, single shot, break-action, no bigger than her own side arm only with a much wider barrel, “the gun?”

“Yeth,” it replied. “I am Q, and the Wyyvern wielding me is Trace. The very fact that you can see him proves that you have lost your mind, my child.”

“Child?” Mad questioned. “Yours? Lost my mind? Maybe, but I am not a child, and I am not yours. Your wielder is a Wyyvern, you must be one of those Wyyvern weapons, making this unspeakable horror your Wyyvern Knight.”

“Of Madness,” Q interrupted. “You should know that you will only ever see that which you have forgotten within Trace, for while I am the Wyyvern handgun of Madness he is the Wyyvern of Memory.”

“What are you chuckling at? “Mad snapped at Ilean before realizing, “the sand storm is gone!”

“Wonderful! Let us commence battle!” said Q before, “Oh shit…” A large column fell where the God’s bridge tower closest to their base had been.

“I guess that my queue,” said Mad as she got inside Betty 2.0

*          *

“Akiri no!” Heaven shouted into the radio as Akiri Gen finished off the God’s last bridge tower.

As the rubble cleared, “what? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of all this BOOM!” no sooner did Akiri pelvic thrust the word boom than she found herself unflattening at the Hearth. She spoke into her radio as she left the Hearth, “I don’t think we’re getting across the bridge.”

“He’s their Biomer?” Heaven sounded worried. Then a large projectile was shot through the column near its bottom causing the rest above to break and fall forward destroying and replacing the entire bridge. Landing softly upon the fallen remains of his staff and holding a new much smaller one over his shoulders Sun Wu Kong grinned as the new bridge shook. Then it shook again and again and again like foot steps until.

“The Apex Wyyvern receives excited cheers from the audience as she roars out from the clearing debris,” Woodsmann commented, “but she may have bitten off more than she can chew here.”

The Monkey king looked  to the audience that did not cheer for him with a smile because he knew, “you all will remember my name soon enough, and then you will cheer it.” Him and Ilean locked eyes, “Come on then! he put his foot down and the ground shook, “I want to see what you can do.”

*          *

Having only just arrived at Heaven and Hell’s side Leonidas kicked and stunned Anubis as he tried for another easy kill on the Wyyvern Knight of Deceit, “Where is Set?”

“He surrounded us with locusts and then disappeared,” Heaven replied as she pulled Anubis in with her mace and then slammed him from the ground to the Falls with Hell. “What are you doing here? What about Snow?”

“She turned Bellona to our side and is currently pushing east lane,” Leonidas replied as he fought back the Jackals.

“Trace, if you can hear me, go help Snow,” Hell took over wielding Heaven.

“Trace is occupied at the moment,” chimed a response, “but I am on route now”

“Who is this?” Hell asked.

“Wyyvern Agent Mad of the Apex Wyyvern Ilean,” Mad replied. “You needn’t worry fire fox, I’m good at my job.”

“What is that?” Leonidas pointed to the bi-peddle beast currently fighting a monkey with a stick.

“That’s Ilean and her form is off,” Hell replied. “She should train more.”

*          *

“Run! Madness!” Set taunted on the back of a great scarab as he lead a great scorpion, a great serpent, and the army of Jackals blocked off from the bridge after Trace through the desert. “These will slow you down,” but as he attempted to summon his locusts the ability was nullified.

“Thank you!” screamed a bullet from Q’s barrel. The bullet stopped in front of Set’s face and said, “but you can have this back,” before exploding into locusts which swarmed him, his giant monsters, and the Jackals.

Set fell from his Scarab and when the locusts had cleared found that it, his serpent, and his scorpion were dead with large bullet holes between their eyes. Before him and the army of Jackals at his back floated a hooded cape with a handgun. Getting up laughing, “So this is the power of the Mad Wyyvern,” Set sized up his opponent.

“I borrowed some ammunition from Betty’s cannon,” Q replied, but Set could not hear him.

“Trace! I want your gun,” Set demanded.

Trace aimed Q straight up into the air and the bullet he fired said simply, “Come and claim it.”