Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

“A Wall should never be used to keep innocent peoples out, but instead to protect those behind it. All are welcome behind my Wall all are welcome behind me.” -Edward Michael Dimir speaking to Drake Mountainhiem the day of his execution-

There was no warning. With a flash Heaven and Hell, Mad and Ilean, Akiri, Trace, Leonidas, Snow appeared at the Hearth there ears ringing as they groaned from the pain of being regenerated. “What just happened?” Leonidas breathed heavily.

“Oya’s nuke,” Heaven replied.

Hell walked to the Hearth’s exit, “it would seem Sun Wu Kong has decided to buy the Gods a little more time and block our only way out of the Hearth.”

“Can anyone break through it?” asked Snow.

Mad scanned the gigantic staff that now blocked them off, “a round from Betty might just bounce off this thing. Betty’s ammunition is a single one thousand millimeter round. That wouldn’t even fit in your barrel,” she replied to Q. “You what? I was wondering why my ammo count was low.” Looking around Mad discovered that everyone except Trace and Ilean had taken a few steps back from her. “What’s going on?”

“Where you just talking to Q?” Heaven nervously asked calmly.

“Yeah?” Mad replied and everyone except Trace and Ilean took another step back. “What?”

Trace put his right arm over Mad’s shoulders and Q whispered in her ear sweet nothings followed by,  “you are mine.”

Mad cleared her throat and Ilean dropped on of Betty’s one thousand millimeter rounds on top of Trace and Q, “just shoot the door open, please.”

“Ooh,” Q got excited. “I take it back,” Trace pulled Q’s trigger and the one thousand millimeter round sang, “I am all yours Mad baby,” as it blew a hole in the staff that had blocked the exit.

“The Knights rush out from their Hearth only to find all but one lane have been made impassible,” Woodsmann announced. “Although it is not much of a lane anymore.”

“Indeed,” Mercedes agreed. “With both side lanes rendered impassible and the staff that had once been the bridge turned to splinters the Knights have no choice but to walk straight through the Biomes to the Gods’ Base and Breachpoint.”

“The Gods have already entered through the Knights’ Breachpoint,” Woodsmann pointed out, “it is twenty one miles to the Gods’ Base, and their army cannot carry them within the Biomes. This might be all over by the time they reach the Gods’ Breachpoint.”

“Ilean,” Mad tapped and slid her fingers on a screen strapped to her wrist summoning her solid graphene cannon ax so that she was already in the cockpit. “Clear me a path,” she revved the vehicular weapon’s engines.

“Would it be alright if I rode her,” Leonidas walked toward Ilean cautiously with child like wonder upon his face. Ilean picked him up and threw him on her back, “such a magnificent war mount.”

“Sorry, I never got the chance to make her a saddle, just hold on to her tight” Mad apologized. “Snow, feed Ilean your strongest lightning attack.”

Leonidas laughed heartily, “I think I can manage.”

Ilean held her mouth open and waited. “Uh, okay,” said Snow as with much exerted effort and tremendous concentration she struck Ilean’s open maw with a pillar of Heaven’s lightning from above. Leonidas watched as Ilean’s physiology changed as Heaven’s lightning began coursing through her holding her together. Faster than a lightning strike Ilean and Leonidas rode a bolt of Heaven’s lightning to the Gods’ Base.

“Ah ugh! Ah ugh!” Leonidas shouted. “I can manage this…huh?” then he noticed Trace standing between him and the Gods’ Base. He looked back at their Base twenty one miles away and then back at Trace, “how did you beat us here?” Trace turned his back to Leonidas in response and began walking towards the Breachpoint as Heaven struck down on their location wielding Hell and Snow dropped in with Akiri and Helga followed by Mad drifting in on her canon ax.

Before them stood in waiting thousands of Jackals, so Heaven took her blade form for Hell to wield, “alright, use your ultimate and fry them.”

“That only works if they are in a Lane,” Hell replied.

“All the lanes are gone,” Akiri reminded everyone.

“I’ll use my ultimate,” Leonidas suggested.

“Leonidas’s Phalanx pushes forward and will nut end unless unblocked for three hundred seconds,” Mercedes announced. “Making it the ideal play for this moment.”

“I think that you and the fans want to see another play instead,” Woodsmann brought the chanting crowds to Mercedes attention.

The audience chanted, they new what they wanted to see. “Wall! Wall! Wall! Wall!”

“There are,” Mercedes coughed trying to contain his excitement. “There are seven thousand Jackals between the Knights and the the Breachpoint. Between the Jackals and the Knights is a bottle neck of a front archway into the Oasis.”

“Would Leonidas’s ultimate be easier and faster… yes…” Woodsmann commented.

Never the less the stands around the arena roared for the Wall. “All yours,” Leonidas gestured to Hell and Hell stepped forward immediately triggering the Jackals to rush through the archway.

Hell flicked Heaven into a spiral and “Iron Ram!”  

“Opening with the classic headbutt, Edward doesn’t waste any time on a warm up,” Mercedes announced.

“Don’t you mean Hell? And how is he getting her to move like that around himself so efficiently without cutting himself,” Woodsmann questioned.

“Hell is just Undead Edward,” Mercedes replied, “and he is slowly reducing his own healthbar, but pain is pleasure to a Knight of the Iron Ram and he is winning.”

“That is not just a helicopter spin,” Woodsmann commented. “Adding up all Jackal Healthbars into a single Healthbar, Edward is reducing it faster than his own one Jackal at a time.”

“The secret is physics and mathematics,” Mercedes explained. “If you watch closely Heaven’s rotation about Hell is based on the last hit she blocked. Once she has enough momentum Edward can let her whirl about his body and fight freely so long as he keeps track of where she is.”

“Gotta have some good reflexes and descent intelligence for that,” commented Woodsmann.

“It’s true,” Mercedes replied, “male Northlandish Fennecs aren’t the brightest bulbs, however at an average of six feet, including the ears, they do have the strength necessary to use a heavy sword with a four foot blade in that manner. It’s Edward’s Westland Fennec blood that made him the successful high ranking Knight he was in his first life. Tempered strength and a relentlessly fearless nature combined with quick reflexes, honed senses, and a natural mind for math and science made Edward unstoppable. However it was his love of picking apart combat tactics and fighting styles to see what made them tick that made him into a legend.”

The audience cheered as Edward finished the last Jackal with less than one fourth of his Healthbar remaining. A big smile was on his face as blood dripped from his mouth, “we should do that more often.”

“Agreed,” Zesrial replied breathing heavily. “When you are alive again.”

“You’re Undead too you know,” Hell replied.

“If you two get a room we are not waiting for you,” Mad shouted as she and the others rushed to the Breachpoint.

Within the very moment that the Knights entered the Breachpoint, Sun, the Wyyvern Chainsaw Sword of Righteous War appeared in the Meadhall alone.