Drake Marshall stepped out of the back of the Stormloader and surveyed the area. There were a lot of giant robots engaged in battle both with metas in the sky and on the ground.

"Looks like we've got our work cut out for us, Drax." Drake said outloud. Indeed. Well, shall we then? "Oh, we shall, my large, furry friend, we shall." Drake rolled up the sleeve on his left arm and touched the oddly shaped tattoo found there. As he did so, he vanished to be replaced the white dragon, Drax. "Aaaahhhhhh," the dragon sighed, stretching itself. No time to rest, Drax, we've got work to do. "Yeah, I'm going, I'm going. . ." the dragon muttered as it took flight and aimed a blast of lightning at the nearest Quadnik robot drone.
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Inside Naecken's Fortress.

Two of the Annunaki watched the events with growing excitement. "There, cousin! Do you see? Is that what I think it is?" Nergal asked with glee. "It would appear to be a dragon, cousin." Nabu answered. "How long has it been since we last slew a dragon? 400 years? 600?" Nergal rubbed his hands together excitedly. "So long I have lost count." Nabu answered him, watching the dragon closely on their screens. "Let us go out and play. . ."
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"Greetings, Lord Kwaiziel, or do you prefer Naecken these days?" the shimmering image of Clive Collins appeared before the demon lord, still lost in the thought of torturing his once friends.

"I prefer to be addressed as MASTER. What do you want, lowly mage?" Naecken addressed the man contemptously.

"I understand you seek to open a portal to the underworld. I could help you, for a price." Collins smiled.

"And how could one such as you be of help to me?" the demon sneered.

"Ahh, quite simple. You see I am a collector of rare. . .artifacts. Behold! The Oculus Infernum! More commonly known as "The Eye of Hell." Collins held a small round amulet in front of him. "This little beauty is rumored to be able to open gateways like the one you seek. All you need to do is bathe it in the blood of one who is pure, so to speak. . ." Collins answered, dangling the amulet in front of him.

"And where would I find a soul who is pure in the Antarctic?" the demon answered, his curiousity piqued.

"Are there not two of them among your former allies?" Collins gestured with his free hand and images of Tayden and Banshee appeared before the red demon.

"Yessss. . .I think there are. What is this price you ask? Power? You mortals never tire of it. . ."

"I have power enough, Lord Kwaiziel, I ask only that you destroy the Vanguardian called Grimm. . ."
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"RRRAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHH!!!!!" With a primal roar, Grimm's axe sliced through one of the leg supports of the giant T5 drones. The drone toppled and slammed into two of it's brethren, smashing them together into a giant heap.

"Grimm? Still there?" Montag's voice came through.

"Sorry, a little busy here at the moment. . ." Grimm jumped forward burying his axe into another robot's leg supports.

"The guy could at least yell "Fore!" "Timberrrr!" Something!" Larry Lance shouted as a robot passed through his phased form.
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Vengeance drove up the sides of one of the fallen robots, ramping up and off of it's body flying through the air in an arc straight for Naecken's fortress. The Spirit of Vengeance was intercepted however by a large metal hand as another of the robots grabbed his bike in mid air. The robot began to squeeze his hand together, attempting to crush the otherwordly motorcycle.
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Drax gracefully arced through the air, firing bursts of lightning at robot after robot. He did not notice the small forms watching him.

"Do it, Nergal." Nabu nudged his cousin.

Nergal closed his eyes and concentrated. His form began to distend and grow larger. White hairs sprouted up on his body as his teeth and nails grew into pointed fangs. Nergal grew to several times his normal height. He now resembled a beast from legend: the Wendigo.

Nergal easily reached up and grabbed the dragon, pulling him down and slamming him into the ground with powerful force. Drax, dazed, looked over at his foe, easily his equal in size. "So, you like to play rough, do you?"