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Elipse senses them as they approach the coast. The Dragon Guard await them, blade at the ready. Four incredibly powerful beings, each with the dark determination to kill whomever needs killing to accomplish their various goals. They were warriors, each of a different kind and each a master of their art. The battle ahead would not be an easy one. And Eclipse could sense some dark force working under the surface, manipulating events from just below the visible spectrum. As if some malevolent intelligence were laid into the land itself, pushing and pulling at the limits of probability, altering reality one tiny change at a time. It reeked of deception.

To the others, the sight of the city was a beautiful sight. Great towers spiraled up towards the sky, the enormous walls that surrounded the palace decorated with scales. The palace stood out over the rest of the immense city, shaped to resemble a dragon as it held guard over it's treasure trove. And yet no army stood to greet them, no great machines of war could be seen along the walls. Whatever defence the Emperor had gathered it was not yet visible.

the tension lasted up until the moment a tornado punched the hydra in the face. An immense torrent of air shot down from the sky, swirling and twisting at nearly supersonic speeds. A drill made of air, ready to tear through flesh and bone. It struck the hydra's head, and Yamato no Orochi screeched as it's head was pushed down into the surf. The attack failed to pierce the immense scales that covered it's body, but it signalled the start of the counterattack.

Immense blasts of lightning struck down from the Heavens, electricity arcing over the creature's skin. A being made of ball lightning seemed to jump from head to head, each punch resounding with the force of thunder. The God of Lightning could not be caught, the great writhing body snapping and twisting to face it's tiny foe. And yet with each blow the power of the Heavens struck down at it, scorching it's skin and knocking loose it's armoured scales.

The full force of the storm struck the Hydra, wind and lightning united, combined. Tornadoes struck like drills, and immense explosions of compressed air threatened to push even a being of such size off balance. And yet through it all Yamato kept moving, the force of it's legs propelling it forward through hurricane winds, uncaring for the minor wounds dealt to it's body. Like the stinging of insects, the efforts of insignificant beings. And, carried by it's own determination and hatred, it broke through this barrier of raging skies. An immense clawed leg lifted out from the shallow water, and placed itself on the land. The beast ever approached it's goal, and even as it was assaulted it continued it's ramming course for Aegis.

Even as this happened, the boat was tossed and turned by titanic waves. Using King's excellent steering and Blarg's control of the waters they were able to remain upright amidst the storm, but only barely. Then, just slightly after Yamato, they reached land. The hull ground against the sands, and the seemingly insignificant bulk of the ship was stranded on the land by the force of the storm. Those that had gathered there dismounted now, the world open before them. A battle of titanic portions raged just beside them, and in such a conflict their contribution might turn the tides of war, and change the face of the planet forever. Their actions here would reverberate in history for many centuries, should they choose to take action.

Above, watching the battle, Shiro sighed. He had hoped he had been wrong, that his gut had deceived him. But it seemed it once more proved it's value. The strangers that he had helped chase from the garden, the meddlers who had nearly cost him his life. They had returned once more, quite probably seeking revenge. But he had known, and he would stop them. Not on their terms, but on his own. Striking from the shadows, eliminating them one by one.

He gripped his blade in his hand and slid silently down the side of the cliff, moving from shadow to shadow. He would be the reaper who took their soul to judgement. Their threat would end here, and their legacy would be returned to ash. Any who opposed the Emperor were fools, and fools were not fit to live.