[Final Warrior]

*The Final Warrior suddenly stops, head down... a droplet of sweat drips off his nose.*

Ishtar: What now, cry baby?

*The Final Warrior looks up, his eyes completely white. On his face, a wicked and deranged smile appears.*

Ishtar: WHat's so funny?

Rose Warrior: Uh-oh...

Final Warrior: You.

Ishtar: What's so funny 'bout me?

Final Warrior: Your inadequacy in battle, your ineptitude in everything, your inferiority in existence, your idiocy in insulting me, and you insanity in using my brother as a saftey blanket.

Ishtar: Huh?

Final Warrior: Aometare Broodslayer... come unto me... I have need of you again.

*A black shadow appears in the ground, and from it rises a... man?*

???: What is it, Final Warrior? I thought you disliked evil such as I. *Smiles*

Final Warrior: Aometare Broodslayer... With your twin blades Unholy Radiance and Soul Reaper... I have business for you.

Rose Warrior: Final Warrior! How... you... what are you doing?! I thought you went made, but this is...

Final Warrior: Sheer lunacy and insanity. Like saying, "I love you Ishtar."

Ishtar: Hey, what's wrong with me?

Final Warrior: Everything. Aometare, kill him. I have other business. *Turns to face the advancing Avatars of Destruction* Death comes for thee!

Aometare: ... He. He he he he. Just like Raph. Can't do anything dirty... but then again, bringing me back is dirty 'nuff. So you're to die, eh? Let's see you stand against my anti-demonic blades.

Ishtar: Killing me would kill both Vox and Yratil. *Smiles.*

Final Warrior: No it won't. Remember, if Tyravael and Rezael die, I don't? That's because I exerted full control over them... even if they didin't like it. What makes you think Vox is any different?

Aometare: Enough talk. *Leaps over Ishtar, giving him, a slice across the cheek with his katana, Unholy Radiance.* My poison will slowly work its way through you, first destroying your muscular system, then your epidermal, the occipital, and finally, your nueral and skeletal systems. But don't worry. You're a demon,a nd it'll take much, much longer to kill you.

Ishtar: Fool! How dare you! *Swings at Aometare*

Aometare: *Ducks* Haven't you heard of Aometare Broodslayer, the Demon Sun? I was born unto a Demon and a Drow, infused with blood of a human and a dragon! My blades, my clothes, and I bathed in the blood of Chu'nagaturanta, the Ancient Midnight Dragon, and were imbued wih his magical properties!