Um, sorry, Kaz, I...I...I was young and foolish back then!!!! Won't do it again, 'm trying to sober up your character in the storie, y'know. You're not the comedian.



Maybe I should make Devan into a comedian, his glasses are hilarious



I think I will



Chapter Twelve-The Conquerer (Now ya know where I got my story name from)



Kroys sat in a large chair, staring out at the stars. Outwardly he looked comatose; inwardly a battle was raging. In his mind's eye he saw Ducky, and beside her was the black rabbit with the diamond. They were unafraid of him, scorning his fury and looking at him with contempt. He noticed that Ducky's electricity was dimmer than before, but she had a look of determination that he almost feared.

The black rabbit -and a name surfaced, Wild Angel,- grasped a long knife (I think it's called a dirk) that resembled the mercenary's, for it had a gold dragon as the hilt. (There seem to be lots of dragons in JCF). It gleamed in the dim light -where did it come from? There was no sun as far as Kroys could see- and instinctively he drew back.

A voice rang out in his head. Somehow he knew that it was Wild Angel, although her lips didn't move.

"Kroys." He had to answer. I am he and he is I," he replied, and felt her scathing scorn lash out at him. He blocked it. "You have stolen something precious from me," said a different voice, Ducky's. He angrily retaliated. "I have nothing of yours, fool. Why did you come here?" The equivelant of mental laughter resounded in his head. "You have stolen part of her life-energy, evil one. We have come to retrieve it." Wild Angel's accusation did nothing to him. He had killed so many. . . "What I have is mine, rabbit. If you attempt to take anything from me, I will annihilate you." He gathered his powers, ignoring the splitting headache that had started.

The white shroud of mist that surrounded them swirled, and a figure faded into veiw. It was one he could never forget.

"You! What are you doing here, traitor?" Claw ignored him, turning instead to Wild Angel and Ducky. "You must leave this place, quickly! It'll collapse in minutes. Finish here, and return with all speed!" The creature turned his burning red eyes onto Kroys. His voice rang in the evil sorcerer's head, and Kroys got the feeling that only he could hear the message Claw imparted to him. "You have wrongly branded me as traitor, enemy. For that I would kill you, except that I know that I cannot kill any here, and the same goes for anybody here. But there is one who has been greivously injured by you, one who is a killer, yet a friend. She may succeed where we seem to fail; Shinyso has sensed her presence on Carrotus, by her burning fury against you. She comes even now. Watch your back if you wish to live!" The figure stepped back, and the mist concealed him again.

Wild Angel had been advancing on him, and Kroys turned his attention back onto her. "So," he snarled. "You have even more allies than I had counted on. To what end, rabbit?" There was no answer. Kroys watched her from the shadows of his hood, ignoring the fact that Ducky was glaring at him.

He felt a tug on his senses. His contempt turned to alarm, and then to fury as his power level dropped considerably, flowing out like floodwater through a breached dam, like the tide. Only the thought that she couldn't kill him allowed him security, and he clung to it.

He couldn't move. Wild Angel had bound him with a spell, and he could only watch and wait as her diamond began to glow. He turned his attention inwards, and saw what Angel had her focus on: a bright, gleaming blue tendril of power, one that had only just begun to tarnish from the filth of its container. She reached for it inexorably, and he allowed her to. The shred was pulled away from him, and dimly he saw the diamond grow brighter. Then a beam of dazzling white and blue light lanced out from it, and enveloped Ducky. Then it slowly sank into her, and the leaping electricity that laced her body grew visibly brighter.

Wild Angel waved her wand at him, and the bindings that held him loosened slightly. She hadn't heard what Claw had said, he knew, so she had attempted to kill him. . .

He worked at the bonds, shredding them. Abruptly he stood, tearing away the last of the magical ropes, throwing them aside. His eyes glowed bloodred, and he seemed to grow larger, more evil, with sheer fury. Just as a beam of sizzling red power shot out at the two avengers, Angel placed her paw on Ducky's arm and they disappeared.