Warning: light gore and dismemberment!

Victory Strike's POV

Victory Strike was surprised to see how much the nightwing village had improved over the few weeks after his last secret visit. He internally chuckled at the memory of scaring poor little Secret-Keeper. There were several large huts that probably housed expecting families. Several of the older nightwings, one of which was Nightmare, whom after seeing him fled, bless his poor, little heart.

He noticed a hybrid nightwing-rainwing playing in a mud puddle, Victory Strike grimaced as he remembered that Darkstalker was forced into that young dragonet.

Victory signed and took a small medallion from his pouch, he might as well just save that dragonet in the process. Victory Strike remembered that day well, after all, his son had died that day, though they weren't that close, his death hit him hard. And he was so close to taking that bastards head, after all, his skin wasn't invulnerable.

However, that rainwing, Kinkajou, saved his life and while Victory Strike didn't want to admit it, his sanity. He watched as the once mighty nightwing was turned into a shrivelling dragonet, while those dragons remained unemotional and unyielding to their dislike of him, Victory Strike realised that hatred can be quite the poison.

Victory Strike took a deep breath, swallowed some medicine and walked over to the little dragonet. He just noticed Foeslayer pleading with him to at least not to make a mess, then she noticed Victory Strike. She grabbed her dragonet and tried to make a break for it. Victory quickly placed that option on the tallest shelf.

He pounced and grappled her to the ground, an idle Amber-Caster assisted his king in holding the thrashing dragoness down. The dragonet had fallen a few feet from Victory Strike, so he took out the necklace.

"Peacemaker, listen to me, you got to escape. This dragon is very bad. H-," Foeslayer was quieted by the Amber-Caster with a single whack of the tail.

"So, you named it," Victory Strike hissed with distal as he clipped the necklace around Peacemaker. The dragonet struggled and sprayed a stream of rainwing venom on Victory Strike. Fortunately, he was immune to such cheap tricks, Victory Strike felt the molecules of strawberry that had remained in the dragonet and with great concentration pulled them out.

Peacemaker cried in pain as blood slowly oozed out if his skin, then in a flash, he had begun to morph and get larger. Victory Strike plunged his para bard into a small jar of mindmend and dropped Peacemaker.

The little dragonet wasn't little anymore as he grew and changed from a Nightwing-rainwing to a Nightwing-icewing. His face contorted and stretched into Darkstalker!s and Victory Strike took the opportunity to jump on top of the dragon's back and plunge his liquid laden stinger into the spine of the dragon.

Victory was suddenly, in the mindscape of Darkstalker, it was dark and gloomy and a bit bloody, he observed that Darkstalker was locked in an every eroding away cage. Victory Strike walked up the essence of the demon.

"So, you are Darkstalker," Victory Strike mocked, "Well, now you are paralyzed."

"Are you an animus," The form of Darkstalker grimaced, his face was one of shame and sorrow, before his eyes lit up, "You have freed me!"

"Not quite," Victory Strike hissed as he ripped Darkstalker from his mind and threw him into his body.

Victory Strike opened the eyes of Darkstalker and wrenched his body from Darkstalker's back.

Victory Strike took a deep breath and signed as he felt air entire his undamaged lungs and flicked Darkstalker's tail into the sign of cease. The grim dragons stood aside as Darkstalker got up.

"I enchant Fo-," He tried to cast an animus spell as he spewed blood from his mouth and collapsed, "W-what i-is t-th-this!"

"It is called Animus's Bane, little Darkstalker," Victory Strike snarled, "Something that kills even immortal animuses. It is quite debilitating when one try to use powerful spells. Also, that' animus magic of mine can only be used to enchant someone with their consent."

"Your majesty," The Amber-Caster bowed

"Yes, Amberfang. It is me," Victory Strike signed and started the enchantments, "I enchant the body of Darkstalker to no longer have invulnerable scales, immortality, ability to sense animus spells and invulnerable to spells. I also enchant this body to only be able to preform animus magic, without letting another animus of right mind listen and approves of the spell and as long as the spell ."

Victory Strike already felt a bit weaker and quickly grabbed his Triple-Slasher tail and plunged into Darkstalker back.

Victory Strike rushed into his mind and tackled Darkstalker before he could do anything, he noticed that he was shriveling and that his mind was playing the song 'Ode to Fury'.

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"Get me out," Darkstalker whimpered, "It is torture, breathing is like swallowing sandpaper, get me out of this hell hole!"

"Thus, is the price of Animus Magic, boi," Victory Strike hissed before pushing Darkstalker out.

Victory Strike finally opened his eyes and removed his tail from Darkstalker as the dragon got up. He noted that the form of Peacemaker was clutched in Foeslayer's quivering embraced, the black necklace glinting and quivering. It's one eye stared fixated on Darkstalker as the nightwing grunted and adjusted to being free and in his body.

The nightwings would have fled but hissing from the Grim Dragons kept them in their place, they knew what was going to happen, sort of.

Glory's face was that of a puzzle and amazement. Dathbringer had relief patterned over his face, he must have noted the spell. Victory Strike also noticed the group of Jade Winglet hiding behind a hut and when Victory Strike turned a around he found someone of special importance to him, a glistening white icewing with deep blue eyes, Victory Strike had only seen his grandson three times,once as a hatchling, another was when he was going on his first hunt and finally on that day when he disowned Narwhal and Glacier.

Victory Strike had always hated his son, a vile dragon, who cared more for his image than his dragonets, Victory Strike remembered the spell he had given his children to the word.

"May Glacier and Narwhal, my children, only be pure icewings in blood, form and ability from this day onwards, till they wish not. Though may their descendants have reminders of their heritage."

Winter charged at Darkstalker and with his wicked claws cut deep into his right arm, blood sprayed out in a mighty stream as Darkstalker collapsed in surprise. Moon and Qibli then jumped out from behind the hut.

"Winter, don't kill him," Qibli cried out as Darkstalker tried to retaliate with a claw swipe.

Victory Strike forced the blood in the nightwing's arm to pull it down to the ground with a thud.

"Don't you dare, try to take another one of my grandchildren, you bastard," Victory Strike snarled as Winter's face changed from terror to confusion and shock, "You are dealing with 'The Maniac', you sneering, offensive pile of black, ignorant camel spit."

With those words, chaos. Several of the older nightwings removed their amber earrings and yelled at the younger dragons to run. The Grim dragons took out their weapons, lashing their tails. The first one to engage was a nightwing, Cloudripper, he came in a blur. Victory Strike blocked the bellow of fire with a wall of water and snarled, "Back off!"

Victory Strike then forced every dragon in the clearing on their rums.

"I enchant that Fig tree to wrap Darkstalker up and prevent him from escaping," Victory Strike hissed, a fig tree quickly began to entangle Darkstalker much to his fury, Victory Strike felt a bit queasy as blood pooled at the back of his throat, "Now, can we have a proper discussion."

Just from looking at nightwings faces can reveal that no, they weren't ready for what Victory had to say but never mind.

Victory Strike walked up to Darkstalker and sneered, "So, what are you going to do Darkstalker?"

Darkstalker tried to breath fire but the fig tree clamped his mouth shut, causing him to burn his tongue and Victory Strike threw water on his face.

"Stupid as always," He mocked, "To think that a fool like you would have the gall to kill so many, I have several punishments that may suffice. However, why don't I tell you a few thing," Victory Strike shyly said  with venom pouring from his mouth and words, Victory Strike decided to let Darkstalker in on his bloody fantasy, making the dragon quite queasy as he watched himself get killed a few hundred times, Moon also seemed to be suffering, "To think that little Mr. Psycho was defeat by a bunch of dragonets and a mother who never loved you."

"You are lying," Darkstalker hissed, "My mother loved me, that is-."

"That is what? She tricked you into eating a strawberry, because you wouldn't listen to her," Victory Strike laughed ," Lets face it, she didn't want to look at the the dragon who killed her mate and she certainly didn't want to deal with your emotional baggage!"

Foeslayer flinched at the words and looked at Darkstalker guilty, which surprised him as he expected her to at most laugh at the comments. Moon, Qibli, Turtle and Anemone didn't bother to meet my gaze while Polar searched my eyes for the truth.

"Oh and your 'girlfriend'-," Victory Strike began before Darkstalker exploded.

"Leave her out of this," he bellowed, "I know you hate me, Why!"

"You want to know, You Want To Know," Victory Strike roared, "I have simple reasons, one of which is paternal in nature."

Darkstalker's eyes widen as he seemed to get it, "Well, I don't remember killing someone like you."

"Well, your plague did the trick for one and that assassination attempt finished the other one off, or do I have to tell you directly," Victory Strike mocked the fool, "You may think that by controlling everyone, you lead the world to a better place, well, not if Le Ghaster has to say anything about it."

"Who is he," Darkstalker hissed, clearly hurt that his plan was getting ripped from its shelf.

"Someone who particularly despises mind control, and would have ripped you in half before torching you without remorse," Victory Strike chuckled as he remembered that one short and extremely violent meeting with him over just a few islands between Pantala and Ragnorak, "Ha, I just remembered that he is quite a leader, one who would easily, despite his incompetence, rule more fairly than you ever can."

"Stop changing the subject," Darkstalker hissed , "I am asking you a question, who are the dragons that you cared so much about!"

"You have no right to expect any answer from anyone, heck, your girlfriend would have smashed your fat head on a table if it wouldn't have screw over her goals," Victory Strike retorted as several dragons began to howl with laughter, "so, are you that dim-witted because more than half the dragons have realized the who the dragons are, so get with the program."

Darkstalker's eyes widened as he seemed to pick up on many of the thoughts pilling up in the village. He stared straight into Victory Strike's eyes and smirk, "so, you had a w-"

Victory Strike swung his axe and with a single stroke chopped off the dragon's arm, the ebony arm thunked to the ground as Darkstalker stared in shock at the axe, then the arm with a new sense of terror and existential fear.

"Not used to the whole dismembered thing, aren't you," Victory Strike said, "Don't you ever talk about my mate. You knife was quite foul indeed. Heck, when it struck I felt such a bloodlust for revenge that I have become known as 'The Maniac', but I unlike you, had seen and tried to remedy my actions, you did no such thing. Instead you took advantage of a tribe whom, imagine's and egos were destroyed and made vulnerable by the loss of their home."

"Y-you c-chopped off my arm," Darkstalker quivered as he stared at the stud that once was his arm. Victory Strike noticed that several of the younger dragons seemed to have a sort of twisted form of happiness from seeing their nightmare suffer.

"As I was saying you killed 200 icewings because of that invisible wall of yours, you killed 2550 dragons from that dagger and 3000 from the plague. You are also responsible for the deaths of all the nightwings and Icewings who died in your battle over Jade Mountain. You also caused your tribe to abandon their home, causing a total of 12651 deaths due to migration settlement in their volcanic home, etc," Victory Strike listed them off. Several nightwings bared their fangs at the dragon.

"So, what do you all wish," Victory Strike asked looking at the nightwings, he flicked his tail at the nightwings and watched several tiny droplets from his tail get flung at the dragons,"Death or torture?"

Several nightwings that Victory Strike didn't recognized took several daggers, spears and axes. Victory Strike felt himself grinning, "He is all your!"

Several dragons Grim and Nightwing sunk their biting blades into the nightwing and Victory Strike watched the reactions of Glory, Winter and Polar as they watched in shock and horror as the nightwing turned their hatred from Victory Strike and Darkstalker to Darkstalker.

Victory Strike flicked his tail in the sign stop, the remaining Grim dragons had to pull away the bloodthirsty dragons from the bloodied hybrid, there were several long gashes on his sides and some of his teeth were pulled out, the stump of his arm was bleeding more as blood pooled at the base of the tree.

"Take Foeslayer and Darkstalker to the Ompitic Dungeons," Victory Strike hissed with glee, "May those vile walls break their minds and torment them to their deaths!"

Victory Strike then looked upon Winter and noticed his scared expression, Victory felt a pang of guilt, after all, he did just convince a bunch of dragons to brutally beat up another dragon after he was immobilized, and weaken.

Foeslayer shrieked in surprise and dropped Peacemaker, Victory Strike caught him with his tails, before she was pushed into a portal, Victory Strike freed Darkstalker from the fig tree and when the hybrid dropped, he fell into another portal.

Victory Strike did all of this while looking Winter straight in the eye, Victory Strike then turned to a stunned and probably outraged Glory and Deathbringer and apologized, "I am truly sorry, if I caused some unnecessary harm and took Darkstalker out of your capable talons."

Victory Strike looked at the little dragonet on his tails, he was crying. Victory Strike gently slid him off and stood over the dragonet.

"Do you hate me," Victory Strike asked softly, Peacemaker stopped crying and looked up at Victory Strike.

Victory Strike dropped a small dagger in front of Peacemaker, the dragonet picked it up and curiously toyed with it.

"Strike me then," Victory Strike said with a straight face, looking down on Peacemaker with a look of curiosity on how he would react.

Peacemaker looked at the dagger, then at Victory Strike. He clenched the dagger then dropped it and asked, "When will my mother be back?"

Victory was slightly stunned, he had noticed how immature he had seen but he was quite blunt here, "In a week."

"Mother said violence can't solve all your problems," Peacemaker said, "But strawberries can."

Victory Strike chuckled, "If only dragons were as wise as you, little one."

Victory Strike glared at Kinkajou and mouthed, "he is your responsibility."

Victory Strike patted Peacemaker and said, "Don't worry your mother just did a few bad things, but she will be fine. I will have someone teach you how to make a strawberry pie."

That seemed to take the edge off the dragonet, much to Victory' s relief.

Victory Strike decided to end the encounter by opening a portal to Jade Academy and  pushed the dragonets into it.

"Well, that went well," Victory Strike thought bitterly, "Didn't even get a chance to say everything I had in mind to say."

He entered the Academy and went to work with the rest of the day.