Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter and Robert Whitmore

“You remember our deal, kid!” the red Demon shouts to Snow in the midst of battle. When this is over I get my freedom and a Wyyvern weapon to call my own.”

“Yeah, yeah! Shut up and fight,” Snow replies as the two lead the Demon horde against the taken Legion of Angels high in the skies above. Meanwhile the ensuing battle below grows ever dire as even the combined forces of the Nekolich, Michael and his Undead, Sarah and her Iron Rams, the Elves Men and Dwarves, Mad, Ember, and the Warpriests, found themselves clashing against the taken Wyyvern Knights like water upon rocks.

From their point of view, “he’s just leaning on the hilt of his sword with a stupid smirk on his face,” Q, annoyed by the Taken Edward’s Wall, commented. 

“He deflects all assaults from every angle so fast we cannot register that he even moved,” William was equally irritated.

“Trace, don’t you even think that,” Q argued his wielder’s thoughts. “Yes, theoretically that could work, but my answer is no!”

“Q,” William interjected. “If done correctly we can free every Wyyvern Knight at once.”

“My answer is no!” Q refused.

Monstrous flesh eating plants summoned by Filorra ravaged the Iron Ram’s front lines as Morgana, Risen and Fallen, Dana, Magnar, and Caramia lead them into battle from the front. Wave after wave resurrected from teal-hued snow to continue fighting in an endless siege while Sarah, Michael, and Leonidas take a long detour toward her Taken God. Rock, Kale, and 48 continued their twisted concert causing all Nyarlathotep’s forces to increase ten fold in ferocity and fortitude. Mad and Ilean try to silence the musical Knights, but cannot get past The Metal. Dwarven axes cut down Filorra’s summoned monstrosities to try to give the Ram’s a foothold, but the S.S. Skippy Dingy, Wyyvern Submarine of Waters, piloted by Ariel Douglas provide an indestructible mobile defense for Akiri Gen and her Wyyvern BFG of Mechanics, Helga. Their constant suppressive fire pelting the Iron Ram’s further and pushing their lines back as the Nekolich takes fire for Avisern’s peoples. Multiplying himself into a shield he allows them to shoot through him, but blocks all incoming fire from them. Brek, Sullivan, Dana, P.A., and Dennis stand back between Nyarlathotep and where he knows Sarah will come from in order to intercept her coarse. Laser fire and arrows fly over the Iron Rams hitting their marks, but at speeds unfathomed, Timothy moves himself and Jane across the battlefield tending to any wounded Knights. Aphrodite, from a perch far away from the battle heals anyone they cannot get too with her Wyyvern bolt-action rifle of Love. Ember is the only thing keeping Agent 0 from entering the fight himself as, through the power of the end, she throws herself at him even past her last breath again and again.

Over the comm in my helmet the gunners from our orbiting cruisers keep calling out. 

“Fire for effect 10 incoming burst. Coming in 2-6”

After each burst of orbital fire I report back top them, “ON target multiply KIA. retrain 3 degrees north northwest drop box 9.”

The next Salvo of heavy fire also comes down with several Missiles. Constantly flying overhead our Gunships, Fighters and Bombers endlessly strafe the hordes of enemies. 

Creating a ceiling plant life reinforced by tendrils above the battlefield, Filorra blocks all orbital fire as well as gunship reinforcements from the ground war. Plasma melts through the top layers, but the thickening brush regenerates too fast and the twisted concert strengthens the barrier in a stacking increase. Above that bubble the Demons and Taken Angels continue their battle. 

Vladamir flies to the nearest gunship, “Pilot concentrate fire there,” he points. “I can see through to Ilean, she will feed off the plasma and then maybe she can burn through from the inside.”

“Yes Sir. we don’t have the firepower alone. Calling in another orbital strike. Gunship Foxtrot calling in orbital strike full power at points 926.87 fire steady affect.”

Through the front window the steadying beam of Plasma impacts the plantlike dome. Turning that portion bright red before melting away. 

Pulled away from the battle, Finwe heard a deep resonating voice, “あなたなしではそれらは失われます。あなたが深淵に属するとき、彼らは倒れるでしょ” from the growing shadows around him. From every angle the scythes on chains came as he blocked Emikacana, the Wyyvern Kusarigama of Ninjas, in Zen’s agile and coordinated assault.

Noticing the blood drip from the fresh cuts all along his armor he spins his blades and readies himself, “Dim ond ffigur o’r corachod ydw i. Nid eu harweinydd. Bydd lladd fi ond yn cryfhau eu hewyllys..” 

Summoning up the power from the blood of my Mother Avisern the Divine. My Aura turns from its normal blue to a bright Silver even my eyes flood with the power beaming out like fire. Closing my eyes letting the awareness of elves take hold. Waiting for the little tingle of something incoming. Sure enough another chain scythe swings in. deftly spinning around opening my eyes now and reaching out grabbing the scythe handle and snapping it from its chain. Tossing it aside like a toy. “Nice little diversion Shadow Assassin. But that is not your true weapon of choice now is it.” unclipping my helmet from my belt and tossing it aside. Summoning forth from my left hand a beam of Pure light forming it into a long Quarterstaff. Holding it out while sliding my sword back into its sheath.  As the shadow again surrounds me. The magical lights around me vibrate turning themselves into little points. From the shadows a male Humanoid Squirrel walks up his chain scythe wrapped around one shoulder with the end still in his right hand. I bow to him. “For Honor my Honorable opponent.” 

He does the same clasping both hands in front and bows to me “名誉のために.” Rolling backwards he vanishes back into his shadow. His bushy tail the last thing I see vanishing. The lights around me streak away, disappearing into the shadows. The magic surging through me adjust the very light around me as the darkness of the shadows return to normal for me accept the waves of haze from the smoke of the shadows. Sensing something from behind steeping neatly to my right swinging my light staff bouncing off the scythe. Rolling forward as it spins over me where my head was just at not milliseconds before. Coming out of my role as the assassin comes in for a close in attack. Instead of taking him head on lunging my staff into the ground vaulting into the air as my little lights streak from where they were at the assassin. He was fast but not fast enough as two slice through his right leg and left arm. Again they return to me weaving their normal pattern around me. The assassin sends his scythe towards the area where I would be landing. Holding my arms out the magic surging forth keeping me hovering. The scythe shoots under me with no affect. Flicking his wrist the blade comes back cutting through my armor into my flesh. The divine magic instantly begins healing my wound as i finally land. Spinning my staff weaving a blinding shield of light directly in front of me. The assassin can’t take the light covering his eyes he tries sending more of his shadow to cover the light. Instead my light pierces the shadow streaming faster and faster pinning the assassin. My lights joined the barrage keeping him pinned. Breaking my defense smashing my staff into his head knocking him out cold. The shadow dissipates as the power through me simmers down still pulsing through my veins. From his still form a purple mist leaves him. Stirring he turns to me nodding to me again, “私はあなたと戦います.”

Choking Nëastar, “your pitiful Magic is not more than useless chaff beneath my righteousness.” Loki prepares to stab her in the heart and turn her into a Vampire thrall to his will when suddenly a chain linked scythe wraps around his neck and pulls him back and into the air. A thousand slashes spark across Birtha, his Wyyvern plate armor of Law and Order before Loki drops to the ground. Returning to his feet from Zen’s assault without so much as a single scratch, Loki cracks his neck and calls Alexandra back to his hand, “Foolish vermin, you cannot break the law.”

Zen sighs, “これは長い一日になるだろう.” He knew he would not be able to breach Birtha, the Wyyvern plate armor of Law and Order, but a Wyyvern Knight’s job is to protect others from impossible threats.

“Mae’r gyfraith yn ennill hefyd.”

Raising Forth from the ground hands held apart palm up Nëastar’s magical shin turns from her fighting Silver to intricate hues of colors. She closes her shining blue eyes. When she opens them again they are deep red. The center bright blue. She speaks again but with the voice of two different people. 

“Fi yw dwyfol fy myd.”   

On his knees, beaten and bruised, “Oh good, Zen’s back to normal. She’s pretty,” Pip manages to utter before being punted again by Loki. Soaring through the air, he lines up his swords and catches himself on angel stabbing them through her wings before leaping off her to another and then another until Snow finally caught him, “few, thanks. I thought I was going to fall to my death.” Looking up at Snow’s cocked eyebrow, “please don’t drop me?” Rolling her eyes Snow throws Pip off to the side as he screams, “AHHH!” then realizes he has landed on the back of a Hell dragon, “that wasn’t funny!”

“Don’t get that thing killed,” Snow shouts to him as she continues to fight on. “We only have the one.”

On his knees awaiting his own end, Trace lacked the strength to even stand. “It is now or never Q!” William urged.

“No,” Nyarlathotep chuckled lifting Trace up by his throat and stabbing him in the gut with his Taken Zesrial, “You don’t get to die.” Her tendril ridden lightning pulling him from existence. “Good by, Yog-Sothoth.”

“I am sorry, Q,” Trace smiles at his old friend.

“Ahhh!” Q cries out in anguish, “Mad!”

“This is going to be close,” William sighs. “If this fails, I blame you.”

Translations

Translation Japanese to english

-“あなたなしではそれらは失われます。あなたが深淵に属するとき、彼らは倒れるでしょ”

“Without you they are lost. When you belong to the abyss they will fall.”

“名誉のために”

-”For the sake of Honor”-

私はあなたと戦います

-I fight with you

-“これは長い一日になるだろう.”

“This is going to be a long day.”

Translation of Welsh to English

“Dim ond ffigur o’r corachod ydw i. Nid eu harweinydd. Bydd lladd fi ond yn cryfhau eu hewyllys”

-“I am only a figure from the elves. Not their leader. Killing me will only strengthen their will.”-

Mae’r gyfraith yn ennill hefyd-

-“the law wields too-“

Fi yw dwyfol fy myd

-“I am the divine of my world.”-