Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

“Was it a dud?” Woodsmann had watched the 100 megaton nuclear warhead fall atop Aleister’s head, slid down to the ground, and do absolutely nothing. “It was a dud. That should not be possible.”

“Indeed it should not,” said Mercedes. “What should we do now, Woods?”

“We drop another,” Woodsmann replied as he turned a key to open a box and push a button. He had the button all locked away again before the nuke hit the ground, but, “but… but…” He unlocked the box and pushed the button again, but, “what the…?” Woodsmann began pushing the button repeatedly.

“I don’t think we can end this round, Woods,” Mercedes interrupted Woodsmann with a hand to his shoulder.

“I think you’r right, Bernard,” Woodsmann replied. “This is what we get for not nerfing anyone this round,” he said as he locked the button away again.

A solid Wyyvern forged tungsten struck Aleister’s pupil. It had been designed to spiral and the timing was flawless, but it ended upon impact. Impressed that someone managed to land a headshot on him, he stood up. Bullets from both trenches simply ended upon impact with him. He looked to the sniper’s tower and at his Will the soldiers from both trenches, the zombies from the complex, and the velociraptors from the long grass all stopped what they had been doing and sprinted to the sniper’s tower.

From the top of the sniper’s tower Artemis sighed, “alright.” Then pulling an arrow attached to a string from her quiver she shot the roof of the complex and zip-lined down over Aleister. She fired a volley of arrows at him to cloud his vision before dropping off above him, daggers in hand. Landing upon his shoulders and crossing her legs around his neck she stabbed her daggers into his ears. Lifting her hands she realized they were gone.

Flipping Artemis from his shoulders, Aleister slammed her to the ground and aimed the end of his Wyyvern ax of all Fates business end at her face. “Release my name from your mouth,” he was not requesting.

After a staring contest Artemis finally said, “fuck you,” and Aleister pulled the trigger placing the Horsemen’s bullet between her eyes. He chuckled to himself, “I like this one.”

Then from the ground beneath him Revelations, the rusty Wyyvern spiked-chain of Deception and Anarchy, rose to bind Aleister, but Revelations became purified and fled from him. Amitosh, the Wyyvern whip-sword of Pleasure would not extend himself in his presents and Aphrodite did not know what to do. She could not fight him, so she fell to her knees and bowed. Not because she was afraid, but because her goal was not yet met for this round. “You becoming the Wyyvern Knight of Love impedes not my path,” Aleister said unto her. “Speak my name three times and I may let you live to see your goal.”

Aphrodite knew what he meant by this, so she held Revelations and released him, “return to your master.” Then she held Amitosh and released him, “return to your lover.” Finally she turned to Aleister and spoke, “release me, The End.”

Aleister glared at her. That was not how he had expected her to reply at all, so he stood aside and pointed his ax to the sniper’s tower. Aphrodite drew cupids bow and moved to claim her fate.