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Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to me. However, there are some aspects in this that are based off of other works, including "The Legend of a Warrior" which is the creation of the artist and author known as Killer Tiger, to whom this is a homage to and I regard as a much better writer. Thus, you'll see some similarities between the two series for example.

Behind a door that had that says "Danial Clyde" on the front of it, the chief of police, a tough-looking, orange tiger that was about 11 feet, 10 inches, had brown eyes, and had a strong, fairly muscular body, was nervously sitting in his big, brown leather chair in front of a huge desk made of oakwood within a brightly lit room. The clothes he was wearing were a pair blue jeans, a grey vest that was buttoned up, a white dress shirt worn under the vest, and a red tie worn around his neck. He was nervous mainly because of three things. First, there was the corpse an unidentified red dragon in the town of Dallas, whose head and neck were blown clean off right in front of a mother, her child, and a cab driver in broad daylight by what appeared to be a round from a powerful anti-material rifle a few days ago. Second, the infamous arms dealers Colonel Maximus Striker and some men were found dead, most of them blown apart while one was simply burnt to death, around a day and a half ago in the very same town by some vagrants who decided to take shelter in a series of flats that had a horrible fire years ago; they were determined to have died on the very same day the red dragon died, but sometime during the night. Also, the body of Maria, the mate of Maximus, was not found, so she is declared missing and not dead. Third and most frightenly of all, Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen, draconic mercenary assassin, terrorist, and the destroyer of Wakusa, had been spotted walking around the capital today, heavily suggesting that something horrible was going to happen. This also proved to be the most awkward of the three, as Drake was seen buying a pair of white bikinis in the women's section of the store. The image of a bloodthirsty monster doing something like that would look funny, yet unsettling at the same time. It also made Danial wonder if Drake had anything to do with the previous murders.

On the left side of his huge desk were some papers, all of which had listed on them dozens of known criminals, both detained in prison and at large. On top of those papers was a paperweight that's in the shape of a statue where on top of the base were two mythic rivals clashing their broadswords together in a dual to the death. These two rivals were Druvian Stelburg, the cruel, white tiger king of Stilem, while the other was his rival, Lithos Osternrath, the noble, orange tiger of Krosoun. Danial actually didn't know much about these two ancient myths other than the fact that both employed a terrible, draconic, equally mythical mercenary that went by name of Drago, who happens to share the name of Selenil's legendary draconic boxer Typh Drago.

The chief really wasn't that all into myth, and in fact the statue was given to him by King Fabian, whom he had served as a military police officer before Mike Drozen slew the king. Back then, he had served the police force faithfully and honorably as a gendarmerie, assigned to keep watch over the civilians rather than his fellow soldiers except whenever he is deployed onto the battlefield, and was in fact a stepson of the king, with his mother Bonnie Clyde being part of the king's own personal harem. Although King Fabian was into lavish tastes, such as owning a huge garage full of antique automobiles and having a royal bathroom that had a lake-sized bath, he was in fact an honorable king, one who wouldn't cheat to win over rivals and would openly allow any rival to challenge him. He even let some rivals live so they could serve him as part of his military. When news of the destruction of Wakusa happened at the hands of the draconic mercenary Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen, King Fabian was extremely worried about the safety of his daughter, an orange, black-haired tigress named Jesse who was sent to the huge island nation so that the twin rulers Drew and Steve could look at her as a potential bride for either one of them, and sent out the military, Danial included, to look for his daughter. Danial, along with a few others, had found his stepsister's remains, which had decayed badly since her death, in the razed ruins of the palace within the destroyed capital of Youji along with finding copious amounts of semen in her. This had hurt both King Fabian and Danial badly, as Jesse was Fabian's favorite daughter and that Jesse was a good friend of Danial. Queen Nitesca was also hurt since Jesse was her daughter, but not as much as her husband and stepson were.

Sometime later, precisely seven years after the destruction of Fury in Gauis, the capital of Bergen was suddenly hit by an intercontinental ballistic missile carrying not a nuke, but an extremely powerful thermobaric warhead, killing off its entire royal family, including the newborn, brunette, ligress princess, whose name had been yet announced to the world. Both Fabian and Danial, who had retired from the military and became the chief of police, were shocked. Although they did disagree with Bergen's tolerance towards the other races, which Krostavia had also shared, they did respect the honor that Bergen had shown over the years. They were even more shocked when it was found that the weapon came from a missile silo from Drewen itself, one that the king nor the military even knew about, which sparked a war between the two nations. Danial knew that Fabian wouldn't do such a terrible thing like this and during the war, he had ordered a through investigation of the silo by the police force, looking for any motives and any traces of who was behind the attack. Unfortunately, he could find nothing that would lead him to the perpetrators because the evidence was made to look like it had been Drewen all along without some outside influence.

Also, while he and his police force were searching the silo, Queen Nitesca had mysteriously vanished out of thin air, no trace of her having been left at all. Although King Fabian was greatly distraught by the disappearance of his queen, he was busy fighting the war and had to concentrate on that rather then his beloved queen. Shortly after that, Danial heard the news that Fabian had suddenly died. Shocked by his father's death, he heard that a rival from Krostavia named Mike Drozen had sneaked into the palace and slew Fabian in a dual, usurping the throne from him. This ended the war with Bergen but gave Drewen a new king. Unfortunately, Mike proved to be a very defective king, influenced by how corrupt Krostavia had become after the Battle of Tesa. This was first hinted to Danial at the coronation ceremony of the king. As soon as Mike was crowned king, he personally told Danial to turn a blind eye to any crimes the king was okay with, and if he didn't, Mike would have Danial castrated and slowly tortured to death. Danial, although a tough man, was not as great a fighter as Mike or Fabian were and was forced to comply with his king's demands. For years, Danial watched as Drewen slowly turned into a city of crime and vice, becoming something of like a new Fury, under the reign of Mike, who was also influenced by the drug dealer Darryl Montana, who actually came from Fury before Drake destroyed it. Many police officers during this time also became corrupt, but Mike had Danial ignore them and their activities.

Danial was also bullied by Mike's soldiers, especially by the colonel Maximus Striker. Striker, who was in good favor with the king, did crimes that Danial had to turn a blind eye to, such as buying drugs, laundering money for Mike, and other such things. This also earned him the resentment of Maria, the chosen mate of Striker, who viewed him as nothing more than a spineless coward who'd act like a doormat for Mike, Striker, and others to walk all over him. The only member of Striker's family who Danial could like was the younger brother of Maximus, Kurtis. Kurtis Striker, a lutineut in Drewen's army, the captain of Drewen's S.W.A.T. Squad and truly a good man at heart, often helped Danial from giving in to the stress Mike and his brother caused him, preventing him from turning into something like them. He knew that despite their age differences, Danial was truly a good person like he was and became close friends with him. The two watched each other's backs, especially during any emergency situations which required the S.W.A.T. Squad to help the normal police force out. Kurtis hated his brother's despicable ways and resented the fact that he was related to scum like Maximus. However, he still felt some affection for his brother, and was devastated about Maximus' death. He was not that concerned about Maria missing, though.

Kurtis wasn't the only other police officer to help him with his problems. There was also senior officer Leela Harker. She had been a police officer nearly as long as Danial has, also serving with the reign of King Fabian, and was just as goodhearted. When Mike Drozen took the throne and began to degrade the city, she was disgusted by what was happening, but couldn't do anything about it since Mike was her king. She did sleep with Mike several times, but it was only because Mike forced her to due to his absolute power of life and death over anybody within his territory and only he and warriors of his choosing get to have the females, with the chosen only having females assigned to them or captured in battle. She really had no say in the matter, and was disgusted at the king. She even had some children by him. She really wanted to take care of them herself and watch them grow up, but due to her job, Mike took them away and had other females take care of them. She was truly upset whenever this happened and grew to hate Mike, but she did not let that hatred get the better of her and continued to serve the force. She is great friends with both Danial, whom she also helps prevents from turning into scum, and Kurtis, and also watches their backs during emergency situations.

27 years after the destruction of Bergen's capital, which still remains unsolved, it was announced that the legendary Kiaru, the emperor of Tramis and conqueror of Krostavia, had slain Mike and took the throne from him. This was a joyous occasion for Danial, Kurtis, Leela, and several other officers who were not corrupt, and they were glad when Kiaru ordered that the capital of Drewen and surrounding areas like Dallas would have the crime and vice cleaned up from the streets, while getting occasional help from the military as well. Also, thanks to Kiaru's views that Drewen should be upgraded, he had ordered that the village of Dallas be upgraded to a town, leading to the construction of several more buildings within the area. This of course didn't help with the series of flats that had a horrible fire a few years ago, and where Maximus Striker died a few days ago.

In front of Danial's oakwood desk were a couple of mahogany chairs, which rested on a brown, rather mundane looking carpet floor. Beyond those two chairs was the door and on both sides of that door were several posters, all of which had displayed images of soccer as Danial was an avid fan of the sport. He almost always attends the games, and would like to bring Leela and Kurtis with him if they wanted to. Unfortunately, they almost never do since they're not interested in the sport. They do get to listen to him tell what went on in the games much to their reluctance. On the right side of his desk was an open bottle of whisky along with a shot glass that was still moist on the inside. Danial, because of his service under Mike Drozen, had taken up a habit of drinking on the job sometimes, especially when he's nervous and stressful, and the current situation at hand, with Drake in town, was no exception. Leela, who could often smell the stuff on his breath, often berated him for it, but forgave him later on because she knows about his problems. Kurtis, on the other hand, was the one who actually encouraged it in order for Danial to relax more, and Leela gave him a stern lashing with her tongue for it, knowing that it can't make things any better.

Behind Danial were two thick, blue curtains that hid a huge, advanced set of tv screens, all the same size, amassed together in a large rectangular formation, displaying what went on in nearly every room of the police station. With Kiaru's permission, he had this secretly installed two weeks ago along with a bunch of hidden cameras placed around the corners of almost every room within the police station. He uses this to monitor any activity that his subordinates may be doing, including illegal ones, and busted many a corrupt cop with it, convicting them of their crimes. The corrupt males were often put to death while the corrupt females were often raped and/or then killed if the police chose to do so, as according to the rules of Tigris. Even though it's secret, Leela and Kurtis know of this since they're the ones closest to him. Rookies fresh from the police academy, or the military academy if they're from other nations within Tigris, also know about this in order to keep them in line and prevent them from taking a corrupt path, and are encouraged to check other officers out for any signs of corruption. Another purpose is to see if anybody in jail is trying to make an escape. If they are, then he'll be able to see it and stop them before it's too late.

Turning his chair around to face the curtains, he slipped a remote from his pocket and pressed one of several buttons on it. The curtains started to part away, revealing the set of tv screens, which were on all the time. There, he looked at all of them one by, looking for any suspicious activities, but he found none. The last ones, located in the last row, were prison cells. These were kept for criminals who weren't killed by the police nor any civilian tigers who captured them, nor were released by the police either. That doesn't mean that the females weren't raped though, although there were a few females who did manage to get detained without getting raped.

Danial looked and stared at the fourth last tv screen on the lower right of the set. Sitting there in a jail cell was Colonel Renee Howlitzer, a 27 year old giant white, brunette ligeress. She's 15 feet, nine inches tall, has a ripped physique, a white tassel on her tail, no stripes at all and thus completely white, has a light-colored snout, has two tattoos of barbed wire tattoos on her left bicep, one above the other, and has an earring with an empty bullet cartridge connected to a ball chain on her left ear. She was wearing some black military pants, some black military boots, and a white tanktop, and also has a streak of blood on her face and shirt. She was a member of the Hellcats, a biker gang that was based in Drewen, and often hang out in both the capital and the nearby town of Dallas, and had served as co-leader and a mechanic for the gang.

Danial knew her history very well. She first appeared on the streets of Drewen sometime soon after the destruction of Bergen's capital by Drewen's thermobaric missile. She was just a newborn cub orphaned on the streets. She absolutely had no memory of her family except for her family, except her first name, Renee. She claimed to remember that it was a man, one who wasn't part of her family, who had abandoned her onto the streets to die, and she'd never forget his face. She had also had a more tolerant view of the other races within Tigris, choosing to treat them as closer to equals of the tigers rather than as gutter trash. However, she still views that the tigers are still greater than the other races, but only when it comes to fighting and dominance.

Somehow surviving on the streets during her early years and learning to defend herself through streetfighting, she had grown into an extremely beautiful, but extremely strong female, one who worked out as often as she could and used her amazing speed and strength to her advantage. She often killed her opponents in these street fights, but she wasn't condemned to death by the families of the fighters she killed because most of these fights were actually her defending herself from attempted rapes and muggings by criminals, thus she had the right to kill them outside of war. She also kept her virginity during these years, not willing to lose it to anyone she sees isn't fit for her, not even the king.

When she was just 9 and at a bar in Drewen's capital, Mike Drozen noticed her beauty and tried to force himself on her. Not wanting to lose her virginity to him, she defended herself against him and attacked him, eventually grabbing him the nuts and crushing them in her hand. Before she could any real damage to them, she was taken out from behind with a tazer to the neck by Maximus Striker, Mike's trusted colonel. Mike, angry at being denied her not to mention having his jewels handled painfully, decided not to condemn her to death but instead had Maximus choose her fate. Maximus, impressed by Renee's fighting skills in the fight with Mike, forced her to serve one of his lutinenants and best soldiers, Jerry Howlitzer.

Jerry was one of Striker's most trusted men, but was not corrupt like him. Originally born in Bergen sometime before the war with Drewen, he was captured as an enemy by the forces of Fabian right before Mike slew the king, but was offered to join Mike's forces or else face certain death. Jerry chose to join Mike's forces, knowing that it was better to live than to die a prisoner. Already a veteran of several wars under Bergen's flag, he had fought in several more wars under Drewen's, and during these wars, he had valorously rescued many soldiers while heavily outnumbered. He also rescued Maximus during one such occasion, gaining his trust. He's also in good terms with General David Raikov, an old tiger who had served Drewen's forces even before Fabian became king, had served Mike with disdain, and now serves Kiaru, the "Legend," as the overlooker of Drewen.

Jerry is also the founder the Hellcats, making him a biker and gang leader as well. It was more like a hobby rather than a life of crime, as he opposed such activity, but one of his rules for the gang was that members are in for life, so even he can't kick a member out if said member proved to be a criminal. He was also known for having worn a sniper rifle bullet around his neck on a necklace. This bullet, originally belonging to Fabian before Mike had wrung it from his corpse, was given to Jerry for his valiant efforts serving in Drewen's armed forces, as Mike felt that he had no use for such useless trinkets. However, Jerry saw this bullet as the symbol of a leader, and started wearing it as a symbol of his leadership over the Hellcats.

Jerry, although tough-looking, was actually a good-hearted man, and was nice and gentle to women. When Renee became his servant, he treated her with courtesy and as his equal, respecting the fact that the ligeress was willing to keep her virginity even from the king. He also did not order her to do anything she did not want to do, like lose her virginity to him. She also took his surname as her own, having no memory of her original one and decided to stick with his. Despite this, the two were not lovers, as she still retained her virginity, but were instead more like brother and sister in a non-incestourous relationship. She was inducted into the gang by having a tattoo of her choice, which was the barb wire tattoos on her left arm, and she co-ruled over the gang as Jerry's partner, with him having fashioned the bullet cartridge earring for her as a symbol of her co-leadership. She also found that since he was from Bergen, he even shared her view on other races, which was more tolerant than that of most of the other nations of Tigris. He also had her be put in the armed forces and undergo Raikov's military training in order to forge her into a soldier, versing her well in military fighting in order to increase her fighting skills, and to help fight in wars under Drewen. Although Raikov was a harsh and steely man and gave Drewen's soldiers humiliations, insults, and beatings when it came to training, Renee tolerated him and grew to like the old general despite the fact that she's bigger and much stronger than him and could thrash him in a fight. Under the general's harsh and brutal training, Jerry found that Renee was great with a sniper rifle in long-range, but in close-range, she preferred a sawed-off semi-automatic shotgun although she was great with handguns, being able to ricochet bullets. In hand-to-hand combat, she was fierce and intimidating, and also moved with speed and agility that was said to be unmatched. Renee, due to her skills, speed, and power, was made a colonel in Drewen's army along with Jerry by Raikov.

Unfortunately, the majority of the other members of the Hellcats were not soldiers, but were instead thugs who wanted a life of crime. Whenever Jerry and Renee fought together in wars, the gang committed crimes in both Dallas and Drewen's capital that Danial was forced to turn a blind eye to, not allowing the gang to be apprehended by the police. Jerry and Renee were well aware of these crimes, but could do nothing about it, their accusations of their subordinates falling on deaf ears due to Mike's influence over Danial. Leela did try to counsel them over it, saying that the chief of police was a good man, but they would hear none of it, thinking of Danial as nothing more than a puppet for Mike's vice-ridden ways. Danial tried and tried again to prove that they were wrong about him, but the two colonels kept denying him, still thinking that he was a puppet. They even chastised Kurtis and Leela for supporting what they thought was a creep, and thought of them the same way despite their friendly demeanor towards them.

Another reason why Jerry grew to resent the police is that because with the sole exception of Drewen, the only police force in the nations of Tigris actually belonged to the king and his soldiers, with no other force acting like the police. King Fabian was the one who actually started Drewen's trend of having a police force outside of the military, wanting to have a law enforcement system similar to the nations outside of Tigris. Mike went along with this, using the growing corruption within the police force to his advantage. Kiaru actually planned to keep it after taking over Drewen, seeing it as some sort of novelty that made Drewen distinct from other nations, and merc nations as well, within Tigris. Jerry, used to policing the civilians while he had served under Bergen, had most of his law-enforcing powers taken away ever since he was captured by Fabian, and saw how degraded Drewen had become under Mike Drozen's rule. Renee shared his resentment, having seen the degradation herself firsthand while growing up on the streets. General Raikov also supported their views, as he never liked Fabian's idea to establish a police force outside the military in the first place, wishing that Drewen's cities were again policed by the soldiers. The general also hated how Mike abused the police force for his own ends, and when the Dark Blitz took over, he hoped that the police force would be made obsolete, and that the military would again be the ones enforcing the law. Instead, he found that the Dark Blitz decided to keep the police force in Drewen, finding it to be what made the nation distinct from any other in Tigris. This was to his dismay

Looking at Renee on the screen, Danial started to recall the events that happened just a few hours ago, which also added to his stress. As he was talking with Leela at the front of the station, the gang members of the Hellcats suddenly turned up at the police station. They had Renee in tow as a prisoner, with the streak of blood on her face and shirt along with some brain matter. One of them, Vin Hesser, was wearing Jerry's necklace with the bullet on it. He claimed that Jerry, while drunk, got into a violent dispute with Renee, so she shot him in the face with his own pistol. The other gang members, seeing that the founder of the Hellcats was dead, then captured Renee, capturing her as a criminal, and appointed Vin as the new leader. Since they weren't interested in killing her or raping a female much bigger than them, they decided to leave it up to the police. Renee was silent the whole time, and looked as if she was deeply upset by something.

Danial, immediately knowing that something didn't sound right about the Hellcats' story, complied with their demands, but did not order his subordinates to rape, beaten, nor kill her after the Hellcats left. Instead, he had her put in jail without restraints, where she remained silent the whole time. While looking at her on the tv screen, he wondered what she was thinking. Knowing her size and strength, he knows that she could easily break out of the jail cell even with restraints and try to escape, but she doesn't. Instead, she just simply sat there motionless, staring into space. Looking at her like this made him feel pity for her, and made him wonder what really went down when Jerry died. He then heard a knock on the door. He placed his thumb on the button, intending to close the curtain if it wasn't Leela or Kurtis. "Who is it?"

He heard a familiar voice. "It's me Leela, chief. The rookie from Krostavia had just arrived."

He put his thumb off the button, knowing that it wasn't potentially a corrupt officer. "Ah, you mean Janelle? You can come in." The door opened, and dressed in black pants and a blue uniform were two tigress'. One, Janelle, was a young looking, but disciplined black female who was 11 feet, 6 inches tall, had amber eyes, and had a lithe, firm-looking body. The other female, Leela, was a shorter, older-looking orange tigress who was 11 feet tall and had jade-colored eyes. Despite her size, the older female had larger breasts due to having given birth to multiple children. She is also currently a few weeks pregnant with a child, making her breasts even larger than usual and lactate at times. The father is none other than Emperor Kiaru, having given Leela a great fucking after slaying Mike. She enjoyed him much better than her former king, as he had a cock over five feet long, one that is worthy of an emperor, and is a great fucker. She also is proud to give birth to his child, knowing that the father is not a disgusting creep like Mike was.

Danial lifted his hand up and beckoned them to come in. Both came forward and sat in one of the nearby chairs. Danial opened a drawer and grabbed a piece of paper that showed info about Janelle. She was one of the younger daughters of Kiaru and a forbidden female, and with her father's permission, decided to join the police force in Drewen. "So Janelle, We need to talk. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions, which you would like to answer Why did you decide to join the police force, along with why you didn't join the force in Krostavia?"

"I decided to join the police force, chief, because I felt like I wanted to be something other than a slave, servant, or soldier like the other females are to my father, and want to protect and serve the people of my father's empire as a part of law enforcement. As for why Drewen and not Krostavia... it was because I know that Drewen was a nation of vice and crime before my father made it part of his empire, and I feel that I should start here and help clean up the streets of the capital. I know that Krostavia was once like Drewen, but my father had rid it of vice and crime way before he conquered this nation, so I'm going with the more crime-ridden nation. Also, Krostavia, like most nations of Tigris, do not really have a police force, as it is the military that acts as the police force rather than having a separate, non-military branch. Drewen is actually the only nation in Tigris that does have a police force outside of the military..."

Leela smiled upon hearing this, turning her head to the young rookie. " Good observation, Janelle. The other info was good to hear, but the observation was superb. You will make a good officer."

Janelle smiled back."Why thank you, senior officer."

"Just call me Leela. I don't like being called senior. Danial here, on the other hand, likes to be called chief, so you'd better call him that."

Danial continued on. "Now next question, what skills do you intend to bring to my police force, like what specialties do you have?"

"I really have no special skills in general, but I am knowledgeable in medicine, so I know how to correctly and efficiently heal people who are injured."

"Alright, so you'll make a great medic then. I have one more question. What do you think of the huge set of tv screens behind me, and of their purpose?"

"Um, that's a tough question. Judging from what I see on the screens, you are monitoring nearly, if not every, room within your police station. As for their purpose, I think it's because you're trying to find out what's going on with your police officers, like who's corrupt and such. As for the ones that show what's going on in the jail cells, it's to see if any breakout attempts are going on. Am I correct?"

"You are correct. You see, I had this secretly installed just so that I could see that any officers in my force are corrupt along with seeing if there are any breakout attempts. The only ones who know this besides me, Leela, and you are other rookies, along with Kurtis Striker, the captain of the S.W.A.T. Team." He turned his head to Leela. "BTW, Leela, where is Kurtis? I haven't seen him in the last few hours, so I assume he's drinking with a few buddies or something."

"He's currently out at the shooting range training with the other S.W.A.T. members, chief. He always wants to be ready when an emergency rears its ugly head..." She then spotted the bottle of whisky with the shot glass. "and speaking of drinking, I see you're taking shots of whisky again on the job. You need to stop that!"

He sighed. "Look, I'm currently in a stressful mood today due to many factors, like the series of murders that happened a few days ago along with the report of a missing person. However, the most stressful thing of all is that the destroyer of Wakusa is here, and I don't know why, but it can't be good, so don't go berating me, Leela. I..." he stopped as he'd noticed Janelle looking at the two, wondering if she's going to see this everyday. He took a breath, calming down a bit. "I just took two shots a couple of hours ago just to relax me. That isn't enough to get me drunk nor tipsy, so I should be fine. I should..."

He couldn't finish his sentence as the sound of a huge crash roared throughout the police station, along with feeling the force from it. It's as if something big and powerful crashed into the building. Janelle had an look of alarm on her face. "What's happening? What made that crashing sound?" She also noticed that on one of the screens depicting prison cells, one of the prisoners, a giant white ligress, had broken from her trance-like state and was looking around, wondering where the crash came from.

Leela was also alarmed. "It felt like it came from the front office! Chief, look to where the front office is. I don't know what tv screen it's on."

Danial was now real worried. He looked at a camera screen in the upper left corner, showing the front office. His eyes widened in horror at what he saw. No, it can't be...

At the front office, a huge, black, armored military vehicle similar to a Stryker, the Shaker, had crashed through the front door and into the front desk, crushing the officer in the desk to a gooey, bloody mess within the debris. The top door of the Shaker opened and out climbed Drake, wearing his usual clothes except for the glasses, but armed with two large-caliber pistols, his Dracos, has Hell's Bane (without the suppressor nor bayonet attached to it) hanging off his shoulder and equipped with the grenade launcher and a scope, has an automatic shotgun with a barrel magazine full of shells in his right hand, has several knives, hand grenades, ammo magazines, and a pair of goggles located in various pockets on his pants and a utility belt, has a bandolier full of Hellfire shells for the grenade launcher hanging off his chest, and has two sword sheaths on his large back, one carrying Ragnarok while the other carries his 14 foot-long Regean steel sword that can be split into two separate blades. He had jumped down from the front of his vehicle as several officers, all armed with SIG P226 handguns and broadswords, ran towards the front office, wondering what's going on.

Hearing their footsteps, he went to the edge of the smashed in desk, and crouched down on ground, hiding behind the debris. Hearing them all run into the room like fools rather than enter the room slowly and checking it out carefully. He poked his head up ever so slightly, and saw to his surprise that the officers, numbering in eight, all had their broadswords out rather than their guns, and were close together in almost a straight line. Shaking his head in disappointment that rookies came out to face him first, he put both his assault rifle and auto shotgun down and unsheathed out his 14 foot long sword with his right hand, and jumped over the debris and right towards the right of the officers in a huge, terrifying swan dive of sorts. Right when he reached the officers, he lashed out with a single stroke of his huge sword at three tigers. The three tigers in question couldn't react fast enough, and the huge blade cut swiftly into their necks, cleanly severing their heads and necks from their bodies. Their heads flew in the same direction as he did, while their bodies gushed blood from the stumps and began to fall over dead.

As Drake flew past the group in mid-air, he quickly and agily moved his body so that it land in a rolling position. He landed in a sideways shoulder roll, but not a complete vertical roll so the hilt of Ragnarok wouldn't stick into the floor, and immediately turned around with lightning speed while slashing his sword towards the left. This sliced another three tigers in half just above the waist, which happened right after the heads and bodies of the other three tigers had hit the floor. The remaining two rookies, oblivious to what just happened, looked to their right when they heard something land and shrieked in horror as they saw both halves of the three tigers closest to them land on the ground, their intestines and viscera hanging out of the wounds of both halves, while the other three farthest away from them are now laying the ground headless, with a huge amount of blood pouring onto the floor from all six tigers. Just within a second of screaming, the officer closest to the six dead suddenly burst out a huge spray of blood as a huge blade split him down the middle, from the back of his head to his crotch. The last remaining tiger jumped, watching as both halves of his buddy, with his skull, rib cage, and spinal column perfectly split down the middle, fell to the ground with a pool of blood quickly growing them, revealing a huge, scary looking, nearly 19 foot dragon from behind.

The young rookie dropped his sword, who was watched by the fiery ruby eyes of the black dragon, which showed no emotion nor empathy towards the boy except a coldness that yearned for the deaths and suffering of its victims. The rookie tried to pull out his pistol with his left hand, but the dragon suddenly hit him with by a lightning-fast whip of his tail, knocking the pistol onto the floor, which was then quickly kicked away by the dragon. The boy screamed, crying from the pain and his hand now a mangled piece of viscera where blood poured out of slashed skin, broken bones, and ripped open tendons. Tears streamed the boys eyes as he held up what used to be his hand. "Who...who are you?"

Drake, his sword already stained with the blood of seven men within a few seconds, stared at the rookie without pity, kicking the much smaller sword on the hilt towards the tiger. "You don't recognize me, boy? I'm Drake Harkonen, the destroyer of Wakusa! You're just the latest in a long line of killings! Now pick up your sword, rookie, before more of your copper buddies come here to meet their doom!" In truth, Drake knew the other cops, more experienced than the rookies, were not going to run out to their deaths, but were instead getting weapons out from the armory and hiding like cowards. The dragon then lifted up his sword with one hand, nearly resting its sharp edge on his tough skin. The boy looked at the giant the whole time as he slowly picked up his sword with his right hand... his good hand. As soon as he grabbed the sword's handle, he immediately lunged forward with his arm fully drawn out while letting out a yell, aiming to stab the giant in the chest. Drake, reacting quickly, did not block the stab with his blade nor did he deflect it. Instead, he swiftly and skillfully sidestepped the stab and brought the edge of his huge sword down upon the boy's arm at the elbow, cleanly severing it from the boy's body, and then turned the blade sideways in a split second and brought its edge diagonally in an upward stroke. The boy, before having a chance to scream from the pain of his arm being severed, felt the giant's blade slash upwards through the lower portion of his body, and then felt the sensation of his upper body fly off his lower half, and then land hard on the ground, watching his lower half ran for a bit before falling the ground. Blood spilled from the boy's mouth as he stared down to see his intestines resting on the ground while an evergrowing pool of his own blood poured out of both the gut wound and the stump of his arm.

Drake, disappointed that the boy tried a foolish move like that and took his life away as punishment, rapidly and silently moved back towards the front of the crushed desk to retrieve his assault rifle and auto shotgun off the floor. Sheathing his sword, he picked up Hell's bane in his right hand and the auto shotgun in his left hand. He was strong enough to hold both weapons, each with very powerful recoil, in each hand as if they were mere handguns, even if Hell's Bane was customized for his size. Although he enjoyed sword fighting, he knows he's up against a force who'd most likely use guns against him. Noticing that the Shaker was still there, he looked at the small window of the vehicle. "You can go now, bitch. No need for you to stay here."

Maria, having been inside the vehicle the whole time while watching Drake take out eight men, immeditedly put the Shaker in reverse and drove out of the front office, going out onto the street and leaving Drake behind. Drake then rapidly and quietly moved out of the room and into the hallways, holding the two powerful guns pointed forward like they were pistols. In the first few seconds of entering the hallway, he saw a cop foolishly jump out of the first doorway on the right in front of him armed with a pump-action shotgun. Before the guy had a chance to land on the floor from his jump, Drake accurately fired a single burst of fire at the head with Hell's Bane, and watched as the tiger's skull exploded in a shower of viscera and gore after the anti-tank assault rifle let out a loud boom like cannon fire. The guy's feet then landed on the floor, and the body immediately crumpled to the ground, spewing out a lake of crimson out where the head and neck used to be. Drake then glanced inside the room to see if there were anybody more inside, with Hell's Bane pointing in perfect coordination with his line of sight. Seeing two cops jump out from the 1st doorway on the left nearby in the corners of his eyes, he fired two shots of his auto-shotgun while still fixated on the 1st doorway on the right, and both bursts of pellets accurately hit both cops dead in the center of their heads, necks, and upper chests, shattering their skulls like gore-filled watermelons and taking out the upper lungs and esophagus out as well. They landed on the floor hard on their backs.

Seeing that nobody was in the room within the 2nd doorway on the right as he neared it, Drake slowly held his body tight to the wall besides the doorway, peered inside very quickly to the left half of the office, showing very, very little of his profile, and saw nobody inside as there was mostly empty wall and then quickly peered to the right interior of the office, and saw nine officers, all lined up holding pistols, assault rifles, and shotguns and hiding most of their bodies in different positions behind desks and tables. He also saw that somebody, a black tiger, was hiding behind the actual door through the empty space between the hinges, making the number total to ten. Seeing this, Drake lowered his auto shotgun, letting it hang on his left shoulder from a strap, and held onto Hell's Bane with both hands, giving the already loaded grenade launcher a cock, loading the Hellfire shell into place. Putting his back against the wall, he immeditedly elbowed the door, which slammed hard against the cop behind it, causing him to scream at full voice as the force from the blow broke and splintered the bones that were hit by the impact against both the door and the wall, which included the hands, wrists, fingers, knees, nose, hips, ribs, toes, and spine. Hearing the nine other cops fire away at what they presumed to be Drake entering the room, the dragon actually walked along the wall towards their direction, stopped when the distance he crossed indicated that he was across from the center of them, and fired into the wall with a normal round at point blank range, punching an oversized hole through both the wall and the wall on the other side of the room's interior, along with causing the head and limbs of a few unfortunate victims caught in the bullet's path to explode off their owner's bodies. Preventing the powerful recoil from changing the direction of the gun with the power of his enormous muscles, he quickly aimed the grenade launcher at the newly made hole into the room through the hole in the wall and fired aiming at the center of the ceiling. He then walked towards the doorway as he heard the grenade go off upon impact, hearing the cries, yells, and screams of the victims as the flames from his Hellfire grenade rained down upon them. Entering the room, he watched as the nine police officers ran around and rolled within their barricades, the flames burning and melting their skin off with temperatures much hotter than 5000 degrees Fahrenheit and the poisonous fumes from the flames eating away at their skin, eyes, and lungs, slowly turning the lungs to mush.

Letting Hell's Bane rest on his right shoulder by the strap, he grabbed the ruined door, which had a huge hole from the blow and was actually impacted into the wall, keeping it in place. With a "light tug" using a flex of his powerful arm, he quickly wrenched the ruined door away from the wall and tore it off its hinges, and he saw that the tenth cop was still alive, as he intended, but his nose was a shattered, bloody mess, his gun broken and unusable, his blood pouring out of his mouth from internal injuries, and he was unable to move due to his several of his bones being shattered from the impact of the door, including his spine and the back of his ribcage. The officer, seeing only Drake's feet, knew that the killer was right in front of him. "Wh... Why are you attacking the police station? Did somebody fuck up badly around here?" The officer managed to say this despite each word managing to only bring great pain to him.

Not caring for the pain the officer was in nor the questions he asked, he instead answered by giving the officer a "soft" kick in the ribs, causing him to scream as he felt his ribs shatter into more pieces and sending him flying out of room and smashing right into the wall, which if it weren't there would've had him rolling several meters on the floor. Walking over to the officer and grabbing him by the hair of his head, he then lifted him up in the air, and slammed him hard against the wall, causing him to scream even more as he heard his bones crack against the wall along with flashes of pain to cloud his vision, causing bloody spit to spray onto Drake's clothes and face. Drake simply licked away the blood that landed on his lips, enjoying the taste. "I don't give a bloody fuck about answering your questions, asshole, but I do care if you answer my questions. Now I'm going to give you a choice, you fucking bastard, a choice between a quick death, or..." he then grabbed the officer's shattered wrist with his right hand, and crushed it in a harder-than-a-vice grip. He heard the officer's wrist bones crack and fracture even more followed by the officer screaming, which Drake liked to hear and watched with the crimson eyes of a merciless, cold-blooded killer. He continued on, "...or a slow, long, torturous death depending on how you answer my questions. Are you game with that, or do you want to experience slow, torturous pain for the last measly moments of your meaningless, pathetic life?" He then pressed the guy's wrist into the rib area that he had kicked, causing the guy to scream even more horribly in truly agonizing pain. This caused more blood to spill onto Drake's clothes and face.

The officer coughed up some more blood, which had made its way to his throat. He gritted his teeth in pain afterwards, as even the coughing caused him terrible pain. "I'm... I'm game."

"Good. Now to not waste time, I'm going to give you all my questions at once, so you'd better answer them. My first question is where I can find a map of this place? I don't want to tear this whole place inside out just to find a measly map. My second question is how many officers are here? I already met 22, and that includes you, fucktard, so don't add yourself in as an extra number. Third and fourth, where is the S.W.A.T. and how much do they number? I was expecting these guys to among the first to show up and give me a fight, yet all I see are rookies and regular officers. Now you'd better give me your damn answers, or your fellow officers are going to hear you give lots of painful, agonizing screams."

The officer, thinking very carefully about the answers, came with the best he could think of. He also tried to make them as short as he could as talking caused him pain. "The map... ninth doorway on this hallway's right. There are 36 more officers here, making the total 58. As for S.W.A.T... they're out training. You'd have to call them to get all 25 of them over here. Now... would you please let me DIE?" The officer gritted his teeth in pain hard after saying "die" like that. He knew he wasn't going to make it out alive, so he decided he might as well go on ahead with it.

Drake leaned in and gave the officer a lick on his crimson-covered face, liking the metallic taste of his blood. This spurred his inner darkness a bit. "You know when I said that I'd give you a quick death, I didn't say anything about it being painless or how quick it's be compared to the slow, torturous death I had in mind. They'd say having the blood drained from your neck can give you a quick death. I'd like to test that out... with my teeth..."

The officer then screamed painfully as Drake bared his fierce, draconic fangs, knowing full well what the killer dragon had in mind. The tiger's screams ended as he felt his windpipe filled with blood as the black Drake's teeth ripped into cat's soft, fleshy throat and slowly suck out his blood like a Vampire, which Drake was not. Drake was careful not to snap the man's neck with the mere force of his jaws, and savored not only the taste of the blood, but also the thrashing that the man provided, the pain and agony he was giving the man, and the warmness that the blood provided as it spurted all around his face, including the upper part, which trickled down his snout. The officer struggled strongly and agonizingly, but his struggles became weaker and slower as he felt his life slowly ebb away. Drake then heard another officer, an orange tiger, open the 1st door on the left, draw out his broadsword, and rush towards the dragon as he was enjoying the taste of this man's blood. Drake, seeing the rushing officer within the corner of his eye, quickly pulled out a wicked-looking throwing knife out of one his utility belt, and within a split second threw it straight into the officer's throat. The blade came out the back of the officer's neck, piercing his spinal column and instantly killing him, sending him straight to the floor with a thud.

Having enjoyed his fill of the man's blood, Drake then bit down a bit harder, snapping the man's neck with his jaws, and then pulled away, ripping out the man's throat with his teeth. Noticing that his shirt and dog tags was covered in blood, he chewed on the flesh a bit and swallowed it down as he went over to the 23rd officer he had met this night, pulled the knife right out of his throat, and licked the blade clean, putting it back in his utility belt. Grabbing both Hell's Bane and the auto shotgun in his hands as they continued hanging by their straps on his shoulders, he had noticed that this was the third officer that came from the 1st room on the left side of the hallway, and headed straight towards it quickly and stealthily, going past the now poison-fume-filled room on the 1st room on the right side of the hallway.

Seeing that the 2nd doorway on the left was closed, Drake kicked the door off its hinges. He then heard a scream from an officer that was in hiding right behind the door as it smacked right into him, carried him across the room, and smashed right into something hard. When the door tilted over, Drake saw that the officer, the 24th one, had smashed into a metal cabinet, his back smashed and broken against the steel. Seeing that what was only on the right side of the room was all wall, he quickly peered his head into the left, seeing if there were any more cops in there. He saw nobody, along with nothing to hide behind, but then heard the 3nd door from the right, across from the 2nd door on the left, open fast. He turned around on his right faster than the door could open and the auto shotgun in his left hand was the first weapon to reach the doorway. In front of him were two officers, one male on the right armed with a semi-automatic Spas 12 shotgun while the other was a female on the left armed with a riot shotgun, and both were wearing Kevlar vests. Before they could even fire upon him, Drake fired with the auto shotgun. The shot in turn hit the male on in his right arm and right chest area, and the female in her left arm and left chest area. Both officers were sent flying across the floor and into the wall. They both screamed in horrible pain, each now having one of their arms now mangled from the blast along with their chests bruised from the Kevlar protecting their chest from the pellets. Looking through the doorway as the two kept screaming, he saw that the left foot of an officer was hanging out in plain sight on the doorway. He then quickly aimed Hell's Bane a little more to the left of the doorway, a little below what would be the shoulder height of an average-sized tiger, and fired. He saw to his satisfaction that the wall-piercing shot sent the officer, another female, flying dead to the floor and in his line of vision, with a huge hole punched through the left and right side of her body and her arms sheared off from the impact of the round.

As the two remaining officers kept screaming from their pain, Drake rapidly moved towards them, and lifted his huge foot over the male and pushed down on his chest, relishing the pain he's inflicting as the officer screamed in terrible agony as he heard his own ribs and sternum crack and pop from the immense pressure Drake is pressing down on. While this was going on, Drake simultaneously wrapped his tail around the female's chest and back like a coil and lift her off the ground. She screamed in pure agony with the male officer as she felt the immense strength of the tail constricted around her, feeling the bones of her ribs and spinal column be slowly crushed and split apart, not to mention crushing her mangled, pellet-ridden arm as well. Both officers, crying from the terrible pain, screamed for help, hoping that other officers would hear them and come. Their prayers were answered as three officers came running into the doorway, two wearing Kevlar vests and armed with pump action shotguns and the third armed with a handgun and hiding behind one of the two other officers.

Unfortunately for them, Drake had both Hell's Bane and the auto shotgun aimed at the door and fired as soon as all three came into view, anticipating their appearance. The anti-tank round hit both one of the shotgun wielding officers and the hand gun wielding officer behind him right in the chest, along with piercing a hole through the already dead officer crushed against the steel cabinet in the room across, while the shotgun blast struck the remaining officer the head, causing an explosion of blood, gore, bone, and brain matter to rain upon the walls, doorway and floor. Drake then turned his attention to the other two officers and kept increasing his pressure on them. They both screamed and cried at the top of their voices as the pain increased more and more, blood spilling out of their mouths and tears streaming down their faces as they felt their bones and internal organs crushed by the foot and tail of this monstrous black dragon. Their pain finally reached a climax when Drake's immense pressure caused their ribcages to collapse, their shattered bones piercing deeply into their internal organs, along with the female's back also breaking from Drake's constricting tail.

Lifting his foot off of the male and his tail dropping the female, both of which are still alive and slowly dying in agony, Drake then rapidly moved out the room, now with 29 victims in his count. Right before exiting the room, he twisted his body to the right and walked sideways, not losing his pace nor his stealth. His extremely developed senses, honed from countless kills in an untold number of battles, keenly told him that more officers were coming to the aid of the two officers, but were obviously two late. Rapidly coming out of the door, he saw about nine officers, six male and three female, but all armed with assault rifles and submachine guns, rushing towards the room several meters away from him. Unfortunately, none of them had their guns aimed at what's in front of them, although that really of wouldn't made a difference. Before they could react to his rapid movement out of the room, he opened fire on them with both the auto shotgun and Hell's Bane, but this time with rapid fire from both weapons and not single shots. He watched as the shots tore through the officers, the anti-tank rounds tearing through multiple officers at once along with the auto shotgun fire hitting multiple targets. Most of the officers screamed as they were hit by the fire, their limbs splattering off and huge holes being punched through tem, but the rest just simply hit the floor silently, their heads, necks, and/or hearts taken out by the fire first.

As soon he saw that everybody went down within a few seconds, Drake let go of the triggers, stopping the rapid auto fire of both weapons. As he heard the survivors of the terrible assault scream and cry horrible from the pain as a huge pool of blood grew from them and their dead comrades, he carefully checked out the remaining rooms that were between him and the group, also looking forward towards the group to see if there were more tigers coming. Finding that the rooms did not have officers hiding with in him, he simply walked towards the group. Standing over the nine officers, he breathed in a bit and then unleashed his firebreath on all of them, including the dead ones. All of the ones still alive screamed as they felt the fire, similar to that of the Hellfire grenades, burn away at their flesh and the poisonous fumes eat away at their eyes and lungs. Seeing their bodies blacken from the heat, he simply jumped over the flames, landing to the back of the burning pile.

With 38 victims now in his count and 20 more to go before the S.W.A.T. team arrives, Drake then moved, with rapid speed and stealth, towards the next door on the right, which happens to be the ninth door on the right. Quickly peering to see if there were more officers and/or stuff to hide behind and finding none, he simply entered the room and searched it for the map the officer whose blood he drank told him about. Finding a piece of paper tacked onto a nearby wall, he saw that it was a detailed map of the whole police station. It seems that after the hallway, which was full of nothing but offices and a mixed restroom, there's a round room that has a series of five doors along with a stair way. Starting from left to right, the first door leads to a rec room, where training occurs. This leads Drake to believe that the "training" the S.W.A.T. team is undergoing is somewhere outside the station itself, like a firing range or something. The 2nd door leads to a cafeteria, which has a kitchen with which to cook the food with and a nearby restroom so the cooks can wash their hands and/or use the bathroom without going to the one in the hallway. The 3rd door leads to the power room, which if taken out will have a back up generator support the power. The 4th door is simply the janitor's closet, which is where cleaning supplies are kept. The final door leads down to another hallway that is shaped like a "t" of sorts, where at upper end is the police armory, the left end is a bathroom, and the right end is the chief-of-police's office. It's no doubt to the dragon that if he encounters police in this hallway, they'll be the most heavily armed, probably even more so than Kurtis and his S.W.A.T. team.

Looking at the stairway on the map, he saw that it goes both up and down. If he goes up it, it'll lead to the rooftop, which is actually well protected from sniper fire from other buildings but not from helicopter fire. If he goes down the stairs, it'll lead down to a basement level. On that level, he sees several prison cells. When he saw it, he smiled to himself. It seems that Drewen's police don't just kill and/or rape prisoners just like soldiers of the other nations of Tigris do. This means that he won't have to hunt down a criminal in order to ensnare Willie Darbernack in the "trap" he had set for him... that is, if there were any female criminals down there. Picking up the map, he then left the room, checking out the other rooms in the hallway as the pile of bodies he had set on fire continued to burn, emitting poisonous gases which he himself is immune to...

At the chief-of-police's office, Danial was now extremely stressed as he stared at the large set of tv screens. However, he was armed with Kevlar armor, a Spas-12 semi-automatic shotgun, a claymore broadsword, and his trusty Glock. Turns out he was right for fearing the presence of "Hellblazer" within town. It seems that the draconic mercenary, along with some unknown accomplice driving his vehicle, decided to assault the police station, killing a police officer in the process, and gun down everybody inside. Luckily, 15 of his officers, including himself, Leela, and Janelle, decided to head towards the police armory, arm themselves, and stay near the area behind some barricades. However, he was not so lucky in that 38 of his fellow officers, some of which were already at the police armory and loaded up, decided to head towards the front office and the hallway leading from it in order to attack whatever crashed into the police station and started shooting the place up. He watched them all get massacred by Drake's firepower, wondering if he does have a chance of surviving. That then leaves 5 officers, whom have hidden out in the other rooms, with the exception of the power room, the roof, and the jail, with the intention of ambushing Drake should he enter those rooms. He has also already called Kurtis and his S.W.A.T. team and they should be arriving from training in about a quarter of an hour or so. They are always prepared for emergencies and thus carry combat armor, live ammo, weapons, and equipment with them, thus they don't need to get to the police armory to load up and such. What he failed to notice was that on the lower right corner of his huge set, Renee was well aware of what was going on, but instead of breaking out, she decided to stay in her cell for unknown reasons...

Drake, having checked out all the remaining offices and the bathroom in the hallway, then exited the hallway and entered the round room with quick speed and total silence. Along the way, he had noticed that the shot from Hell's Bane that killed his tenth victim had punched a hole in the wall adjoining the door and had made another huge hole in the round room's wall. Still holding onto Hell's bane in his right hand and the auto shotgun in his left, he looked at the five doors that each led to the different rooms, thinking which one to check out first. Seeing that the janitor's closet was the smallest, he aimed Hell's Bane at the 4th door, which was metallic, and fired away, aiming the fire all over the door. The door rattled all over as the bullets punched huge holes through it and the wall in the closet behind it. After turning the door into swiss cheese, he opened the ruined door and looked inside the closet. There, he found a bloody, gorey mess that used to be a heavily armed orange tiger, who had ballistic armor, a ballistic face mask, an assault rifle, a sawed-off shotgun placed in a sheath on the back, a pair of high-caliber machine pistols and a pair of combat knives holstered on a belt, a sub-machine gun, and two broadswords sheathed behind him with the shotgun. All that would've completed this badass look would've been some grenades. Thanks to Drake's anti-tank assault rifle, the officer is now nothing but a gorey mess full of holes, with a huge pool of blood beneath him and splotches of blood all around him. Also, several containers of chemicals in the closet were blown apart as Drake's bullets tore through them, spilling their contents onto the corpse and mixing with the blood.

This sight, which was now victim # 39, lightened up Drake's mood. He presumed that this heavily armed badass, which looked like he could qualify for a S.W.A.T. member, thought he could ambush the dragon and kill him when he heard him pass by, but he didn't know about Drake's ability to move stealthily without at all making a sound despite his huge weight and size, even when moving fast. He was unfortunate enough to hide in the janitor's closet, which Drake checked out first by shooting it up due to its small size. He should've hid in a much bigger room and paid the price for his stupidity.

Licking some of the still-coagulating blood of the black tiger from his lips, Drake decided to move over to the 1st door, which led over to the rec room. Carefully peering to the left and center of the room since the right side was all wall, he saw a huge training mat in the center, several exercise machines, many sets of weights, and a training mirror in the upper portion the room, a climbing rope, and a fighting ring and some punching bags on the left side of the room. Looking around the room with the mirror's reflection, he could easily spot three male cops, all of them heavily armored and armed with submachine guns and broadswords, hiding behind the ring. One was looking to the left side of the ring, another was looking to the right side, while the third was in the middle peering up upwards to the front of the ring. He knew that they were hiding due to having heard him shoot up the janitor's closet, but that's such a poor hiding choice due to the reflection. Why didn't they hide underneath the ring? He then noticed that by carefully looking at the mirror's reflection, he could see that the underside of the apron had no empty space, but instead had nothing but wooden boards. It seems this was one of the older fighting rings, and also explains the poor hiding, although that was actually the only place to hide.

Drake then had the auto shotgun hang on his shoulder from its strap, crouched down a bit, and held Hell's Bane in both hands in order to have more accuracy. He then quickly entered the room with rapid speed but superb stealth while still slightly crouched. Getting the head of the middle officer quickly in his sights, he fired off a shot from the shoulder in order to get more accuracy from the rifle while moving. The anti-tank round struck the officer's ballistic mask-covered head, and it exploded, showering the ring, floor, and the tiger's two comrades in blood and gore, along with punching a hole in the wall behind the ring. Before the two remaining tiger's had time to stand up and fire, Drake had already reached the ring and gave it a powerful kick. To the surprise and horror of the tigers, this kick, powered by the giant's Herculean leg muscles, sent the ring sliding to the wall at a fast pace. Unable to move out of the way due to their proximity, they were caught in the ring's path and screamed as it crashed against the wall, crushing their backs, ribs, and arms along with the guns they're holding. The middle tiger's corpse was also crushed, nearly mashed to a pulp underneath the wooden boards of the ring. Drake then jumped into the center of the ring, easily surpassing the height of the top rope.

Lifting up Hell's Bane so it pointed vertically into the air, Drake slowly walked over towards the back of the ring, where he could hear the two remaining officers scream and cry in pain, blood from their covered mouths dribbling off the bottom of their masks. He came up to the one on the right, staring at him with no mercy in his fiery crimson eyes, and gave him kick on the side of his head with his right foot. The powerful force from the kick caused the left side of the tiger's head to cave in, killing him immediately. Drake then walked towards the other the tiger and, upon reaching him, crouched down and grabbed the tiger's masked head with his left gloved hand. The tiger then screamed as he felt his skull crack from the sheer force of Drake's grip, which was much stronger than a vice. Drake slowly increased the pressure as he kept on squeezing, watching as his 42nd victim screamed in horror as his skull kept cracking and popping. The left eye of the tiger also began to bulge out more and more out of its socket from the increasing pressure, adding greatly to the officer's horror. This lasted for about two minutes, until with one final push, the officer's skull caved in on both sides with blood pouring out onto Drake's hand, his left eye finally having popped out of the socket from the pressure.

Grinning as he lapped the blood off of his left hand, Drake turned around and jumped out of the ring, going over the ropes with his jump, and walked out of the room, picking up the auto shotgun with his left hand at the exit. He now has 42 victims and 16 more to go, including his main target the chief-of-police, before the S.W.A.T. team arrives with his other main target Kurtis Striker. His next destination is now what's behind the 2nd door, the cafeteria. Opening the door and carefully peering into the room as always, along with checking out what's behind the opened door, he found nothing suspicious and entered, with nothing but silence coming from his steps. Wondering if the cook is still here, he first checked out the main room, where he found nobody hiding under anything, and then checked the bathroom near the kitchen. Seeing that the bathroom had but a single toilet and no stalls and urinals along with nothing else to hide behind, he then left the room and went into the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw that somebody had been here recently, what with a couple of large knives missing from the wooden block they're stored in along with the fryer still on, the grease still bubbling. As he looked around passing a table with a curtain underneath it, he felt his leg bump against something hanging off the bottom of the table. He leaned down, set his auto-shotgun down, and lifted up the curtain with his left hand, only to find a police officer wearing a Kevlar vest crammed in there. However, he had a large knife stuck in his skull. It seems somebody else killed him with one of those big kitchen knives that was missing.

Before Drake could think about what happened, the pantry door suddenly opened behind him, and out came a tiger chef, armed with the other kitchen knife in his left hand and a meat cleaver in his right. Yelling, he ran towards the bloodstained warrior like a maniac, intending to stab and chop into him with his blades, but Drake easily thwarted him by quickly and skillfully smashing the butt of Hell's bane with both hands against the chef's face before he could actually throw any slashes or chops with his blades. The blow brutally shattered the chef's nose and mouth, an explosion of blood spurting out of his nostrils upon impact while his teeth were broken and ruined. The chef fell on his back and dropped his weapons, dazed from the blow but screaming and crying from the pain of his shattered teeth, some of which had the inner pulp exposed to the air. Drake grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up, holding him in the air with his left hand. "Well, well, what do I have here?" He glanced at the cop's corpse under the table and then back at the chef, "So tell me, chef, what happened here? Why is there a dead cop under the table?"

The chef choked, not only struggling to breath against Drake's grip on his throat but also choking on some of his own teeth. "I... I didn't mean to kill him, whoever you are. I heard him coming, and I thought he was you, the guy who I presume is shooting the shit out of this place for who knows what, and I got him in the skull. I then recognized that he was a cop, so I hid him under that table and..."

Drake tightened the grip on the chef's throat, narrowing his breathing space. The chef struggled to breath even more, gasping for air and gripping onto Drake's arm. "Let me guess, you're going to blame his death on me after the cops supposedly gun me down or you stab me to death?" He shook his head as the chef kept gasping for air, unable to speak back, "You're quite pathetic for a cop killer, you know that? Well since you took away my 43rd victim from me, I guess you're going to be that victim."

Keeping his hand around the chef's throat, Drake moved towards the still bubbling deep fryer carrying the tiger with one hand while he carried Hell's Bane. Dropping the chef down, but then quickly grabbed him by the back of his head. The chef, spitting out teeth and blood, tried to struggle, but couldn't. "What are you going to do to me?" He then felt the dragon push him forward by the back of his head, and he saw to his horror that the dragon intended to use the fryer on him. "Wait, can we talk about this? If you let me go, I will give you the credit for killing the cop! How does that sound?" The dragon didn't answer, now putting the chef's head over the bubbling hot grease. The tiger, seeing his blood and some teeth fall into the grease and fry, put his hands on the counter and tried to push back against the dragon's muscular arm, but the dragon easily proved too strong. "WAIT! NO! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" The tiger's screaming continued to be heard until Drake dunked his face into the fryer, careful not to let his fingers dip into the grease despite being able to withstand the heat of fire. The chef flailed his arms wildly in horrible agony, feeling the burning grease bubble around his face, eyes, mouth, teeth, tongue, and nostrils, scalding those area horribly. The chef kept screaming under the grease while his face burned away, the air from his breath adding to the bubbles. After a minute, he stopped struggling, the pain and trauma from the burns having been too much for him to bear. Drake, satisfied with how he killed his 43rd victim, let go of the chef's skull, leaving his face to continue frying as he leaned down and picked up his auto-shotgun. However, he let it simply hang from his left shoulder by its strap, and then he also grabbed the dead cop by the back of his Kevlar vest and held him up in front of him, using him as a meat shield of sorts. With both the gun and the cop's body in his possession, he then left the kitchen and headed out of the cafeteria, kill count 43...

Danial, having witnessed Drake kill those four cops through the set of tv screens, along with him brutally the chef who accidentally killed the fifth one, was now very nervous. He wondered what the fuck was taking Kurtis and the S.W.A.T. team so long to get here. About 15 minutes had passed after he called them, but they hadn't arrived yet. As he pondered over this, he saw Drake entering the power room on a screen. Looking, he saw the giant dragon simply look around the room rather than destroy it. He then saw the killer, having not found anybody inside the room, leave. Danial then shifted his attention to the screen that displayed the room with the five screens. He saw to his horror Drake was now heading towards the fifth door, the door which led to the police armory, a bathroom, and more importantly, his office. Seeing this, he knew it was time to join his fellow officers, including Janelle and Leela and help them take out this monster. He was tempted to take one last shot out of his whisky, but he decided not to, knowing it wouldn't help him.

Getting out of his chair, he slipped out his remote and clicked on the button, letting the thick, blue curtains slide in place to hide the giant set. He then placed the remote back in his pocket, grabbed his Glock and Spas-12 off the desk, grabbed his claymore and sheathed it behind his back, opened the door, and left the room. Walking through the hallway, he joined 14 of his fellow officers, who were all in front of the entrance to the police armory, and were in a position to fire away at the giant on sight. Six officers were crouched down behind riot shields that they held in their left hands, while in their right, they held small submachine guns which they held pointed in front of them, ready to point and fire. Behind them were another six officers, all armed with assault rifles. All of these 12 had on ballistic vests and ballistic masks on, along with having their broadswords sheathed by their side and machine pistols as sidearms.

The last two officers, Leela and Janelle, were just wearing Kevlar vests and no masks. They were at opposite sides of the hallway, their backs against the corners from which they would step out from behind to shoot. They were both armed with Remington 1100 tactical shotguns. Leela was on the right side of the "t" shaped hall way, closer to Danial's office, while Janelle was on the left side, closer to the bathroom. Danial could tell that Janelle, although disciplined, was nervous due to her inexperience, as he could see it in the nervous expressions on her face along with seeing her shotgun-holding hands shake in fear. He went up and joined Leela, who was peering out the corner, placing his back on the wall with her.

She was the first to speak. "Is Drake coming right this way now, chief?"

"Yes he is, and he's carrying a dead, kevlar-wearing officer's body with him as a shield. Also, take a look at Janelle. She's cramping up from nervousness and she needs to be calmed down."

"We don't have time to do that right now, and have to worry about her later. We need to concentrate on Drake, since that Kurtis and his god-damned S.W.A.T. squad hasn't arrived yet." She then gave her Remington a pump, cocking the gun and loading a shell in its place. She spoke out to the other officers, who are all now aware of the set of tv screens due to the emergency. "Okay officers, ready your guns. The chief-of-police just told me that Hellblazer is heading this way using as a meat shield dead officer who's wearing Kevlar. Since that's the case, we need to avoid hitting the officer's body since that would be wasting ammo and concentrate on hitting Hellblazer when he rounds the corner. We're going to send that bastard straight to Hell! Are you with me?" She heard the twelve men yell "YEAH!" in response. She was proud to have heard that. "Good, now let's slay this monster!"

The six men crouching went even lower so that the tops of their riot shields went over their heads, opening the little windows on their shields so that could see out of them. They then pointed their submachine guns at the lower right corner of the "t" shaped hallway, intending to shoot as soon as Drake shows his black, scaly face. The officers behind them knelt down on one knee and held their assault rifles at the shoulder, holding the barrels past the riot shields of the six officers in front of them, pointing the guns at the very same corner. Janelle pointed her shotgun around her corner, and both Leela and Danial did the same from their corner, with Leela kneeling down to give Danial room to point his gun above her.

There were a few, long, moments of silence. Leela let out a breath during these moments, hoping that she and her unborn child would live through this so she could have Kiaru's child and raise it as her own. Danial hoped that Drake does not anticipate this assault nor has a plan to counter it, especially since there's no real exit to the building other than the front office, meaning that he and anybody else would have to go through Drake or climb out a barred window just to escape the building. Janelle was really nervous. She just arrived and hadn't even experienced her first job, and already, she's going to face down an extremely dangerous criminal. Every one of the twelve officers were nervous, hoping that they'd make it out alive or at least kill the monster that had destroyed Wakusa even if it's at the cost of their lives.

After these moments had passed, everyone became alert something dark suddenly flew into out of the corner Drake was supposed to come around, slamming into the wall and landing on the floor like a rag doll. As all they looked at the shape, they realized it was the body of the dead officer, still having the large kitchen knife stuck in his head. Every officer then immediately steadied their aim, ready to take the life of the infamous Hellblazer within a heartbeat. Within the next few seconds, they saw a huge, black arm throw a small object into the air. The object went over the heads of the twelve officers, landing behind them. Leela stared in terror as she saw that the object was, which began to emit a gas in the air. "Tear gas grenade! Everybody, move out!" However it was too late. The gas had already reached the officers before she even finished her sentence. The 12 officers began to cry, sneeze, cough, and breath violently as the gas entered their eyes, mouths, lungs, and nostrils, the irritating substance stimulating a burning sensation in their mucous membranes. As they struggled with the gas, some fell down to the ground, some crouched down on their knees, while others stood there, walking slowly as their eyes, noses, throats, and lungs burned in agony. Danial and Leela, having closed their eyes and covered their mouths with their hands, went across the hall behind the officers, intending to head towards the bathroom, which unlike Danial's office, had a window that, although barred, would allow the gas to fume out rather than collect in the room. They also grabbed Janelle from her corner as well, who was suffering from the effects of the tear gas, and dragged her along as they ran towards the bathroom..

As they moved across the hall, Drake started to move in. He was wearing a set of goggles to protect his eyes from the gas, and to protect his nose and throat, he simply held his breath, which he was able to do so for at least half an hour, which was much more than he would need. He no longer had Hell's Bane in his right hand, as it hung from his right shoulder by its strap like the auto shotgun hung from his left shoulder. Instead, he held Ragnarok, his fearsome, 17-foot long, crimson bladed sword. With its dark, demonic looking hilt in his right hand, he have the blade a twirl and rushed towards the 12 officers in the gas cloud, still moving rapidly with speed and stealthy silence.

With no mercy along and pure bloodlust in his eyes, along with the fierce fury that he felt in the battlefields coursing through his veins, Drake ran and slashed into two the body and riot shield of the first officer he came across, who just trying to stand up among the group of 12 officers, who are either armed with riot shields and submachine guns, assault rifles, broadswords, pistols, or were unarmed, and are crouched down, laying on the ground, or struggling to stand up due to incapacitation from the tear gas. Watching the upper body land by the officer's five comrades, letting loose a lake of blood when it landed, he continued his rush towards the other eleven, intending to kill them. Coming upon the next two officers, with one laying down on his assault rifle while the one behind him was kneeling down trying to use his riot shield as support, he stabbed the huge blade through the kneeling officer's chest and shield, a spray of blood being released out the back as the huge point of the sword tore through it. The impaled officer screamed as blood filled up in his mouth and pouring out of his ballistics mask, dropping his shield and submachine gun as Drake lifted his blade vertically up in the air along with his body, letting gravity slide the blade more into his body.

Drake, killing the officer that was in front of the officer he just impaled by stomping a huge gorey hole into his back, quickly twisted his body sideways to the right in order to dodge a slash from an officer wielding a broadsword and riot shield, still struggling from the tear gas but not affected to the point where he still can't fight. The officer, breathing hard and with tears running down his face as his lungs and eyes burned, tried to throw a horizontal slash at Drake's stomach with his right hand, but the dragon jumped back, easily dodging it. The officer tried to attack again, this time trying to punch the giant's sternum with the riot shield, but drake quickly brought his left hand up to block the blow, his sharp claws piercing right through the hard material of the shield. Drake then pushed that his hand forward, knocking the officer backwards off his feet, landing hard on the floor. As the officer struggled to get up, Drake brutally have him an upward kick in the face, the force from the blow shattering the officer's nose and upper jaw in an explosion of blood along with the dragon's cruel claws tearing a series of five vertical streaks up the face of the officer as well. The officer slid a few meters from the kick, dead before he stopped sliding. It was the blow alone that killed him, as it was strong enough to send some nose and bone fragments straight into the brain.

After the officer's body slid to a stop, Drake turned to his left and grabbed an unarmed, kneeling officer by the back of his head and brutally slammed his face into the wall, breaking a hole in it while crushing every bone in the officer's face. Turning to his right, Drake saw two officers, one holding a submachine gun while the other held an assault rifle, carry a comrade with his arms around their shoulders several meters away. Seeing the two armed officers begin to lift their guns toward him, Drake, with his second victim still impaled on Ragnarok's blade, thrust his sword forward towards the three, sending the officer's body slide off the blade, fly in the air, and slam into all three officers, knocking them onto the ground. The dragon then walked towards the knocked down trio, stomping a foot-sized hole into the chest of a laying officer and snapping the neck of a kneeling one with his left hand while on his way towards the three, stepped over the dead body that he had thrown at them and slashed downwards towards their necks, cleanly decapitating all the three. Lakes of Blood instantly spurted from the stumps of their necks much to his satisfaction.

Drake, having killed nine of the masked officers and having three more to kill, looked in the gassy cloud and saw where the remaining three were. One was on the ground to his left with an assault rifle in his arms, trying to crawl towards the bathroom in a virtuous struggle. Another was behind him trying to get up against the wall with a riot shield, while the other... hearing footsteps behind him, he quickly turned to the right in order to avoid attack of the third officer, who was directly behind him and valiantly tried to give to slash down the back with the blade of his broadsword despite the pain he was in. Continuing to turn right, Drake soon reached the back of the officer, who was now puzzled as to why the giant disappeared from his blurred line of vision. Hearing the cock of a pistol on his left side, Drake looked to see that the officer with the riot shield had his pistol out and was struggling to aim at Drake despite the tear gas burning at his eyes. Drake, his natural instincts kicking in, quickly threw his giant blade straight at the officer and watched as it pierced into the tiger's skull along with the wall behind him. He then looked at the back of the officer in front of him, who despite his eyes and lungs burning, just watched in shock as his fellow officer's skull slowly slid off the giant crimson blade that remained in the wall. Before a second had passed, the tiger then screamed as he felt Drake's huge, powerful left arm tore into the bones of his upper back, and lift him up into the air as the dragon's gloved hand tore through his left lung and wrapped around his heart, crushing it into a gooey mass. The tiger died instantly as his heart was no longer pumping in his body, and his body was dropped by the dragon, crumpling into a lifeless heap on the floor as his blood and heart started to pool around him.

Drake, seeing the last remaining officer still crawling towards the bathroom, walked towards his huge sword with quick speed and silent stealth, and grabbed it his right hand. Sparks flew out as he yanked it out of the wall, but there were no notches, imperfections, nor any signs of damage on the crimson blade. With Ragnarok back in his hand, Drake went forward towards the left end of the hallway, going past the entrance of the police armory and going towards bathroom. He quickly and stealthily caught up with the last of the twelve officers and not wanting to waste anymore time, quickly stabbed forward into the crawling wretch's back and out his chest. The tiger wrenched his body backward from the pain, driving the blade further into him, but then fell onto the ground lifeless, his vital red fluid quickly draining onto the floor around him.

Pulling Ragnarok's tip of the tiger's back, Drake slid the sword into its sheath on his back and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, which is where he saw the chief of police, one of his main targets, ran to with two females by his side while he was slaying the 12 officers. Knowing that he was now far away enough for the tear gas to not affect him, he took the goggles off his eyes and began breathing again. He was in a good mood as he had just slain 55 victims, with the last ones being taken out in close combat, and he surely wants the chief and those two females to be the next three. Knowing that all three had shotguns, Drake prepared to arm himself. However, he did not grab for Hell Bane nor the auto shotgun, which both still hung from his shoulders. He instead, reached into one of his pockets and grabbed a stun hand grenade. He pulled the pin, counted a few seconds, and threw it. He then watched it ricochet against the wall and disappear from view. He then heard the grenade explode, emitting a loud, ear-splitting boom along with a white, really bright flash of light that reflected off the same wall the grenade ricocheted against and went into the hallway. As soon as the flash ended, Drake and ran into the bathroom, where he found the chief-of-police, a young black tigress, and an older, pregnant female all suffering from the stun grenade's effect. The black tigress had also dropped her Remington, the explosion from stun grenade having affected her the most.

Within the few seconds it took the three tigers to recover, Drake rapidly rushed towards them, kicking the black tigress' shotgun back with his foot as he passed over it. He grabbed the black tigress by the back of her head and threw her, her left shoulder crashing into the wall. He then quickly grabbed the pregnant tigress' Remington while her hands were still around it and brought its steel barrel to her face, knocking her onto the floor, breaking her nose, and stunning her even more. Seeing that the chief had recovered more from the grenade than the other two but was still feeling its effects, Drake quickly slammed the butt of the Remington into the chief's Kevlar-covered gut before he could aim his Spas-12 at the dragon, and brought the butt up into the chief's jaw, knocking the chief's head into the wall. Stunned from the blows, the chief slid down the wall, incapacitated.

When Danial came to a few minutes later, he found himself sitting down on the floor with his back to the wall by the stalls of the bathroom, with no weapons on him, including his claymore. Straight ahead of him, he saw that both Leela and Janelle, also without their weapons, were standing side by side over two sinks, both of their hands handcuffed to the piping. Janelle was standing over the sink closer to his right side, while Leela was right next to her standing over the sink closer to his left side. Drake was nowhere in sight. He found that his own hands were handcuffed, with his left hand cuffed to the piping on the wall by a single pair, while he right had another pair cuffed around the small column that separated two holes that were cut into the nearby stall. He tried to pull his right hand towards him in order to break the column, but found it was too strong. He tried again and again, but stopped when he felt his wrist became sore. He looked over to Leela and Janelle, noticing movement from Leela. "Leela, do you know where Drake is? I don't see him anywhere."

She turned her head to him, and he saw that she blood pouring down her nose. "I don't know, Danial. It seems he had disappeared..."

He then heard Janelle's voice, indicating that she was awake. He could tell that she was in some pain. "I... I think he went into your office or the armory, chief. They're the only places besides the rooftop and the prison he hasn't went to in the police station."

"I'm glad to see you're awake, Janelle. How are you feeling?"

"I'm not feeling too good, chief. I think I sprained my shoulder." She then tried to move, but winced as pain ran down her left shoulder. "I definitely sprained it. This is not good."

Leela then spoke up. "Does anybody have an idea of why after that stun grenade went off, Hellblazer didn't kill us like the other officers? I wonder what he has planned for us, chief."

"I don't know, Leela. It seems that Drake has something sinister in store for us, and I don't want to know."

All three suddenly heard Drake's voice. "So you don't want to know, huh? Well too bad..." They then saw Drake walk in without making a sound, with his bloody dog tags dangling on his chest with each step, and both Hell's Bane and the auto shotgun hanging off his shoulders. In his right hand were a bunch of papers from Danial's office, displaying profiles of the three tigers, and in his left was the open bottle of Whisky Danial had left on his desk. Drake took a swig straight from the bottle, the strong taste of alcohol mixing in with the metallic taste of blood that still remained in his mouth. "After I threw the stun grenade, I decided to take my time with you three and not kill you quickly just like I took out all of your other officers. I also decided to wait until the S.W.A.T. team arrives and kill Kurtis Striker and his team before dealing with you three. I killed his brother, Maximus, and I want to do him in first."

Leela was shocked at this revelation. "So you're the one who killed Maximus a few days ago! Although he was a scumbag that I didn't care for, it still shocked his younger brother Kurtis! Boy, when he gets here and find out what you've done, he'll..."

Drake cut her off. "He'll do what, bitch? I was hired to kill both him and his brother. After doing Maximus in, I waited a few days and decided to assault this place and take out both him and your chief, who I was also hired to kill. However, I found that Kurtis was out "training" somewhere outside here, perhaps the firing range. I don't know myself what's taking him and team so long, but when he arrives here, he'll find that I've got a few nasty surprises for him and his team..."

Danial was puzzled. "What do you mean? Did you take stuff from the police armory?"

Drake turned his head towards him. "You're right on the spot, fuckass! I have to say I was disappointed in the attempt you and your 14 officers took to take my life, but I could see why, as you didn't have anything in the armory to defend yourself against tear gas, like gas masks. However, I did find that you had some other stuff you could've used against me, but apparently didn't, so I'm going to use some of it against the S.W.A.T. instead, like that mini-gun I found..."

Janelle gasped in surprise, looking at Leela. "We had a damn mini-gun, and we didn't use it against him?"

Leela's eyes fell on the rookie. "It would've taken too long to charge before firing, was too heavy and bulky, and would've wasted all its ammo in a few seconds since the belt is small. It would've been a liability to us."

"But not a liability to me..." Drake responded. "I'm used to using my Hellfire cannons and know exactly what you're talking about, but if you fire at targets in small bursts, it would not deplete the ammo as fast."

The dragon then reached into his pocket and slipped out Danial's remote. Danial's eyes widened in surprise. Drake must've grabbed it off of him when he disarmed him of his weapons. "Hey, put that down!"

Drake glared up at him, the cold, merciless, disciplined, and terrifying expression in his fiery eyes chilled the chief to the bones. "And why should I, fuckass? I already found out about your giant set of tv screens behind those thick, blue curtains of yours and I'd have to say that it's a nice piece of work. I'd just slipped this out to see if there were any other functions."

"There are..." He heard the chief say, "It allows you to rewind the tapes and see what went on throughout the day. It helps me determine who is corrupt in my station, and I've busted many a dirty cop in the last few weeks with this!"

The giant dragon glanced at the remote, and then back at the chief. "Thanks for telling me that. I think I'll go use it to see what went down here recently..." Drake then slipped the remote in his pocket and turned around, leaving the three tigers in the bathroom. The tear gas had now dissipated enough to not affect the mucous membranes of his eyes, mouth, nose, or throat so he does not have to wear those goggles anymore nor hold his breath. He took another swig out of the bottle of whisky as he walked past the dead bodies of the 12 officers and the entrance of the police armory, which is where he put the weapons he took off of Janelle, Leela, and the chief, and went into the chief's office. There, the thick, blue curtains were parted, revealing the huge set of tv screens.

Going around the desk, putting the whisky down onto it, and sitting in Danial's chair, Drake glanced up at the screens, looking at all of them to check to see if there are any officers that may be still alive or if the S.W.A.T. Team had arrived. As he found nothing and looked at the last few screens which showed nothing but prison cells, his eyes fell on the sight of a 15 foot, 9 inch tall ligeress who seemed very beautiful, yet also militaristic. She was just laying down resting on her bed, her hands on behind her neck. He could easily see the powerful muscles of her ripped body, curious as to why she remained there and didn't try to escape when he started assaulting the police station. Wondering who she was, Drake lifted the paperweight, which showed two kings he immediately recognized from his ancient past, off of the papers and looked through them. He then found the paper that listed the ligress' profile, whose name said Renee Howlitzer, and began reading it. He found out about her past on the streets and military, her affiliation with the Hellcats, about Jerry and Raikov, and why she was in jail.

Feeling that something didn't sit right with him about the profile, he set her profile down onto the desk and clicked the rewind button on the remote. He rewound it to a few hours ago, where he saw, on the screen that displayed the front office, the Hellcats come in with Renee in tow and talk to both Leela and Danial about what happened. While watching this, he got a good look of Vin Hesser, whom he recognized due to the sniper bullet the tiger wore around his neck. He also saw how silent and deeply upset she looked, which supported his feeling of uneasiness about the reason why she was in jail. He may be a monster and a cold-blooded mercenary assassin, but he respects fellow warriors, even if they're assholes, and he views her as such.

Having viewed enough of the tape, Drake clicked a button on the remote and put the set of tv screens back to the present. There, he spotted what appeared to be three five-man teams of officers going through the front office. He saw that were heavily armed with Spas-12s or submachine guns, machine pistols, combat knives, and broadswords, along with wearing heavy military combat armor with ballistic vests and ballistic masks combined with gas masks. He also heard the sound of a helicopter rumbling above him. It appears that Kurtis and his S.W.A.T. have arrived...

Standing behind a police van and some cop cars with three heavily armed men surrounding him was Kurtis Striker. He was younger looking than his brother Maximus, but was tougher and buffer looking as well, having kept his body in shape. He stood at 12 feet, 6 inches tall, had orange fur instead of white, wore black S.W.A.T. pants with some black kneepads, a Kevlar vest over a dark green t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, and a black beret on his head. His long-range weapon of choice was actually not a gun, but a black long bow, with which he could rapidly and silently injure and/or kill both enemy soldiers and criminals without giving off his position via the flash of gunfire. He also carries many arrows in a quiver on his back, some of them explosive tipped while others are normal tipped. This doesn't mean he does not have a firearm on him, as he carries a large-caliber handgun on him. His blade of choice is surprisingly enough not a sword, but instead a knife. He is well-versed in knife fighting and has been known to take down even sword-wielding opponents with his smaller blade.

The tiger was out at the firing range training with his men when he had heard Danial's call for help. He tried to move his men to the police station as quickly as possible in order to subdue the infamous mercenary Drake Harkonen, codenamed "Hellblazer", but there were a few... problems. It seems that during lunch, his men had gathered together and ate some seafood before they went to the training range, and it turns that the seafood was not as fresh as it seemed. This in turn gave his men a bad case of the stomach flu, making them vomit, have diarrhea, have stomach cramps, and feel all out malaise. He in turn had to spend the time giving his men medicine before going out to the police station. With their stomachs settled, he then set out to the police station before it was too late to save it, which it nearly was.

He had sent three five-man teams, codenamed Team Alpha, Team Bravo, and Team Gamma, into the building to look for Drake and exterminate him. He also positioned two snipers on the rooftops of two nearby skyscrapers that would pop him in the head should he be in their sights, and have three men along with an extra sniper in a helicopter to look for Drake on the roof and fill him with lead. Three men surround him just in case the draconic mercenary decided to come outside.

Seeing nothing but 9 corpses in the front office, most of which they recognized were rookies, Teams Alpha, Bravo, and Gamma entered one team at a time into the hallway that was full of offices. Team Alpha carefully entered the 1st office on the left, stepping by two headless corpses, and Team Bravo did the same with the first office to the right, stepping by one headless corpse, while Team Gamma stayed in the hallway, their guns pointed forward just in case a certain giant dragon decided to stroll into the hall way. The two teams finding nothing in either office, they exited and went towards the next two offices, with Team Gamma following closely behind. They saw the heavily maimed, bloodstained corpse of the black tiger laying across the doorway to the second office on the right along with seeing another corpse between the black tiger and the doorway to the second office on the left. Team Bravo checked out the right doorway while Team Alpha checked out the left doorway, which also had three corpses laying between it and the 3rd doorway on the right. Team Alpha found nothing but a corpse smashed into a cabinet behind a ruined door within the 2nd left office, but the first man who tried to enter the 2nd right office stopped, noticing that really hot flames were burning along the office. He also was unaware of the poisonous gas, but fortunately, his gas mask protected him. This caused the team to stop their advance into the room and simply pass it by, with Team Gamma following behind.

Team Alpha was already standing outside the 2nd room to the left, waiting for Team Bravo to check the room across from them, the 3rd room to the right. Team Bravo carefully entered and found nothing but the corpse of a male and two female officers brutally mutilated. When Team Bravo went out of the room and moved with Team Alpha and Team Gamma, they noticed the still burning-pile of nine officers in front of them. They were unaware that poisonous gases were rising in the air from the flames, but their lungs and eyes were protected from the gas masks. Thinking of a way to get past the pile and coming up with a solution, Teams Alpha and Bravo carefully checked the rooms that were before the burning pile of corpses. Upon reaching the 8th room to the right, which was the room that was right in front of the burning pile, all three teams carefully entered the room, had a member of one of the teams aim a silenced submachine gun at the northern most wall of each room and fire a body-sized oval-shaped pattern into the wall, kick down the weakened section of wall making an entrance into the other room, and then have each member of the three teams enter the hole in the wall one-at a time while carefully looking out for Drake. Coming out of the 9th room on the right of the hallway, the three teams then separated and checked out the rest of the rooms of the hallway in their usual fashion, including the bathroom.

The three teams then carefully entered the round room, looking for any signs of Drake. Seeing the seven multiple exits of this room, excluding the door that they just came through, Team Alpha and Team Bravo decided to check the stairway first. With Team Gamma staying in the room, with each member pointing gun at the five doors, Team Alpha went upstairs to the rooftop, while Team Bravo went downstairs to the jail. Team Alpha found nothing on the rooftop other than barricades to hide behind sniper fire, and Team Bravo found nothing but prisoners, including the giant ligeress Renee. Both teams coming back to the round room, Team Alpha checked the power room behind the 3rd door while Team Bravo checked the janitor's closet behind the 4th door, which was ruined and full of large holes. Team Alpha found nothing, while Team Bravo found a heavily armed, chemical-laden corpse.

With nothing but doors 1, 2, and 5 left, the three teams then positioned themselves in front of each door, with Team Alpha taking the 1st door leading to the rec room, Team Bravo taking the 2nd door leading to the cafeteria, and Team Gamma taking the third door leading to the "t" shaped hallway leading to the armory, chief's office, and a bathroom. The three teams opened all three doors simultaneously, and started to enter the room. However, the members of Team Alpha and Team Bravo heard a beep go right above the doorways of the rooms they entered, and both teams were suddenly caught in the fiery, powerful explosions of two anti-personal mines from the police armory, which were booby-trapped to go off as soon the doors were opened. The explosions immediately caught the attention of Team Gamma, who could do nothing but jump from the explosions and look in horror as 10 of their fellow men were reduced to burning piles of mush.

With their attention and line of vision on the explosions, they failed to see Drake coming around the lower corner of the "t" shaped hallway, carrying Hell's Bane in his right hand, have the auto shotgun hang off his left shoulder, and carrying the minigun in his left hand, whose barrels are just beginning to spin and whose small belt of bullets are laying across his right arm. Just as the tigers of Team Gamma heard the whirring sound coming from the minigun and looked right the Drake, the cannon opened fire on them before they could react. The five tigers screamed as the minigun fired hundreds of bullets per second at them, the armor-piercing rounds tearing through their combat armor and ripping their innards to shreds while taking off any limbs that were hit. Drake now dropped the minigun, whose disappointedly small belt of ammo was depleted in a few seconds. Leela was right. The minigun would've been a liability since he did not see the size of the ammo belt. He then entered the round room, gunning down any survivors of the explosions with Hells Bane. He just took out 15 men in less than a minute.

Kurtis heard the explosions and gunfire on his handheld transceiver and was alarmed at the sounds coming from it. He grabbed his handheld transceiver, pressed the speaker button, and spoke into it. "Teams Alpha, Bravo, and Gamma! I heard gunfire and some explosions and would like to know what is going on." He then let go of the speaker button so that he could receive a message from any member of the three teams. Getting no response, he again spoke into the speaker. "What the Fuck is going on in there!" He still got no response. Kurtis, realizing that all of his men are dead, threw down his handheld transceiver onto the asphalt in rage, breaking it. He had known those men for years, and not only did he train with them, there were close friends. They were so close they were almost like sons to him, and now he had lost several of his men with a short time to Hellblazer. The three men surrounding him then got to hear him angrily rant, "Motherfucker! Hellblazer just took down 15 of our men!" He then grabbed another handheld transceiver from the van and spoke into it. "Snipers and helicopter unit, Hellblazer had just took out Teams Alpha, Bravo, and Gamma. As you soon you see that son of a bitch in your sights, eliminate him with extreme prejudice. I repeat. Extreme prejudice!" He then waited in response, and heard "Will do, sir." from both snipers and the helicopter unit. He then waited, wondering what Hellblazer is going to do next as the helicopter circled around the building

Drake climbed up the stairway, intending to go to the rooftop. He cracked open the door in a crouched position, holding Hell's Bane with both hands while his auto shotgun hang from his left shoulder, and watched as one of the two searchlight of the S.W.A.T.'s helicopter move around the rooftop, going over every area in an attempt to spot him if he's on it, while the second searchlight scoured the perimeter of the building, seeing if they could spot the giant as well. Seeing the searchlight on the roof move away from the door, Drake immediately opened the door and ran onto the roof, only to have a bullet whizz past his head, nearly hitting it, and smack into the floor. "It seems that they have a sniper on that helicopter..." Drake thought to himself as he quickly ran towards one of the barricades meant to protect him from sniper fire. However, it would only protect him from snipers on the roofs from nearby buildings, not the sniper on the helicopter, who has an overhead view of the roof above him, thus it would easily be able to set its sight on him and shoot him. He also noticed that a small, red dot was frantically moving around on the rooftop, meaning that the sniper is searching for him. This also meant that the sniper in question is not that smart, as in his experience he knows that putting a laser sight on a sniper rifle would actually be detrimental to the sniper rather than helpful, as the red dot would let potential victims know that a sniper is out to get them. The dragon always uses the iron sights and scope of his gun to help aiming rather than a laser sight.

Knowing that he has to take out the chopper, he pulled out a Hellfire grenade from his bandolier, he loaded the shell into the grenade launcher below Hell's Bane and cocked it, putting the shell into place while discarding the empty one he fired before. He then crouched down a little more, holding his rifle at the shoulder and watched as the helicopter flew to the right of the building, exposing both the sniper and the helicopter's open side. With perfect aim at the interior of the helicopter, he fired the grenade launcher, sending the shell straight towards the sniper's head. Alarmed, the sniper ducked to avoid the shell, but it wasn't the head Drake was aiming for but the ceiling of the interior instead. The shell flew over the sniper's head and struck the ceiling, exploding upon impact. All four men, pilot, search light operators, and sniper included, were caught in the rain of fire, and Drake watched as the helicopter started spinning around wildly before it started to plummet down to the surface, exploding in a rain of shrapnel and fire as it crashed into the ground. The helicopter blade went loose upon the impact and spun away from the police station, crashing into the nearby parking lot and ripping up several police cars. Drake then listened to who he presumed to be Kurtis cursing loudly at the loss of the helicopter and the four men in it.

Drake then saw two red dots roaming around the rooftop, close to his tail. Realizing that there are two extra snipers, most likely positioned on the rooftops of skyscrapers, Drake moved his tail so that it's against the barricade, and moved several meters away from the dots but not outside the coverage of the barricade. Letting down the bipods beneath the barrel of Hell's Bane, Drake sat up more, setting the bipods on the top of the barricade. Looking through the scope of his assault rifle but with no laser sight, he moved the gun side-to-side, looking at the rooftops of skyscrapers. He soon spotted both snipers. One was in the left corner of a skyscraper a little to the south east of the police station, while the other was in the tower of a skyscraper several meters west of the building the 1st sniper is on. He carefully aimed at the 1st sniper and pulled the trigger. The gun produced an audible boom and struck the sniper straight in the head, causing it to explode, his sniper rifle falling off the left corner of the skyscraper and landing in the street below. He then quickly moved his aim left towards the other sniper and fired. He watched the other sniper's head explode within the view of his scope, his sniper rifle falling within the tower's interior rather than off the building.

As Drake lifted his head from the scope of his rifle, he suddenly saw the sight of an arrow with an explosive head flying upwards straight towards his face. He quickly tilted his head to the left as the arrow whizzed past it, the explosive head inches away from hitting his powerful neck, and then heard the arrow explode several meters behind him as it struck the rooftop. Getting his assault rifle off the barricade and holding it in his right hand, Drake stood up and looked down to where Kurtis and the remaining men were. He saw that Kurtis is now really pissed off at what Drake had done. The tiger, with his three men aiming their grenade launcher-equipped assault rifles in the air, quickly pulled an explosive-tipped arrow out of his quiver, pulled back the string of his longbow with arrow and hand, and released the arrow straight at Drake's chest. The dragon just calmly stood there as the arrow flew at him at high speed, and just before the arrow could hit him, he quickly moved his left hand out in front of him and snatched the arrow by the shaft, the explosive arrow head just 6 inches from impact with his body.

Kurtis and the three men were shocked and amazed, staring dumbfounded as Drake twirled the shaft of the arrow in his fingers, and then threw it off the roof, where upon landing it exploded and shattered the concrete below. "You'll have to do better than that, Kurtis!" Drake yelled out. The S.W.A.T. captain, although normally a brave man, felt chills down his spine. How in the fuck does Hellblazer know his name? He glanced down at the three men, smacking one on the shoulder. "Don't just stand there! fire!" The three men did at they were told, firing their grenade launchers at the same time. Seeing the trio of grenades head straight towards him, Drake immeditedly jumped over the barricade, off the roof as the grenades smashed into the barricade, the explosion reducing the barricade to mere rubble. The concrete below him breaking and caving in a little as he landed, Drake ran diagonally to the right, dodging the rifle fire from Striker's men with his quick speed, aimed at the shoulder with Hell's Bane and fired off a shot while running. Despite the fact that Drake knew that running while firing greatly decreased accuracy, his shot truly hit its mark, as the heavily armored officer in front of Kurtis was knocked off his feet, his upper chest exploding blood and gore as the anti-tank round struck him.

Kurtis, who was sprayed with the man's blood and gore, jumped from the sound the impact of something hitting the van behind him just as the man landed on the ground, a huge hole where his upper chest used to be and his rifle completely ruined. Disgusted at the man's blood and gore covering him, Kurtis looked behind him and found that the bullet barely missed him, as evidenced by a huge hole that measured a few inches above his left shoulder. Now really pissed off, Kurtis, watched as Drake run over to a S.W.A.T.-issued police car, which had bullet-resistant glass. The line of fire from his two remaining men had closely followed the dragon and soon began riddling the police car with assault rifle fire. Just as he pulled another explosive-tipped arrow from his quiver, he saw Drake let Hell's Bane hang off his shoulder, staring at the tiger with his crimson eyes through the windows of the vehicle as rifle fire tore it up. What is the dragon planning for him now?

The giant, instead of just firing his anti-tank assault rifle in autofire at the three tigers and easily end the fight, had something else in mind. His eyes not leaving Kurtis and his bow, he crouched down and reached into the police car's underside with his left hand. His hand gripped into the center, his claws tearing into the metal and the sheer force of his hand warping the metal around it. The powerful muscles in his arm bulged slightly but not greatly, and the car began to tilt forward on to its side. Kurtis's two subordinates stopped their rifle fire and looked on with their leader in disbelief as the tilted over car was lifted into the air single-handedly by Drake. Easily holding the car above him with his left hand, Drake threw the vehicle straight at them like a huge missile. Kurtis' men ran and dived for cover, but their leader did not. Not wavering from the fear of the incoming vehicle, he instead quickly pulled back the string of his bow, aimed straight at the airborne vehicle, and fired his arrow. Upon release, the arrow immediately struck the vehicle head on and exploded, the force strong enough to stop the thrown car from veering any closer. Now a burning pile of scrap heap, the police car landed onto another car, crushing the vehicle under its mass.

Kurtis looked beyond the two vehicles and saw that Drake was gone from his spot. Seeing his men get up off the ground with their assault rifles in hand and turn their view towards them, he held up his hand and silently gestured to them to split up and look for Drake. The two men silently nodded and each men pulled a grenade shell out of their pockets, loaded it into their assault rifle's grenade launchers, and cocked the launcher, discarding the empty shell and loading the other in place. One man went west, the other went east, and Kurtis veered towards the two vehicles, an explosive arrow already pulled back and ready to fire. Kurtis, carefully walking sideways as he moved around the vehicles while keeping his distance, went over to behind the vehicles, expecting to see Drake behind them. He saw that the dragon wasn't there at all.

Kurtis' two men carefully circled around the van and nearby vehicles, the aim of their guns keeping in with their line of vision as it went all over their surroundings in order to shoot at Drake the instant they see him. The two met up at the back of the van, finding nothing but the huge bullethole on the van that was formed when the anti-tank round took the life of their unfortunate comrade and barely missed Kurtis. Quietly speaking in lowered voices, the two men made an agreement of where to move next and then moved slowly moved north of the van back to back while occasionally glancing to the north, trying to see if they could spot the dragon hiding in the nearby vehicles. As they moved several meters farther from the van, the door their sides were facing slowly opened. Drake quietly stepped out of the vehicle, holding throwing knives from his utility belt in his right hand. With perfect aim, he threw both knives at the heads of the officers. Hearing the sound of the knives flying through the air, they turned their line of vision and aim towards the van, only to scream as the blades struck into their skulls and pierced deeply into their brains. Blood gushing down their ballistic masks, they dropped their rifles onto the ground and fell on their backs.

Drake rapidly and silently moved towards them, intent on retrieving the knives from their skulls. All he has left is Striker, and then he can deal with Janelle, Leela, and Danial any way he pleases. Planting his foot down on both corpses, Drake reached down and yanked both knives out of their skulls, with spurts of blood flying out of the wounds and landing onto the black asphalt. After Drake placed the bloodied knives into the utility belt, he heard the sound of a twang behind him, and he immediately turned around to catch the explosive-tipped arrow that was fired behind him with his right hand. On top of the van was Kurtis, who had heard the screams of his men and tried to kill Drake from behind. Drake unscrewed the explosive tip from the shaft with his left hand, held the arrow up to his shoulder with his right, and then snapped the arrow in two as his eyes glared at Kurtis with raging fury. Dropping both pieces of the shaft from his right, Drake pulled back his left hand and then threw the explosive tip in Striker's direction as if it was a rock. Kurtis dived off the vehicle to the side as the explosive tip landed in its interior, the resulting explosion ripping open the roof of the vehicle as it interior was covered in flames.

Striker landed onto the asphalt in a roll, and upon rolling into a kneeling stance on one knee, he quickly pulled out another explosive arrow and pulled back the string as he saw Drake, with Hell's Bane and the auto shotgun swaying off his shoulders by their straps, walk towards him without any sound coming from his footsteps. Knowing that the giant dragon now only have him to deal with, the S.W.A.T. captain started desperately firing arrows, pulling, stringing up, and firing arrows in rapid succession one after the other like some sort of mad machine. Drake easily snatched each arrow with one hand in the air as he got closer and closer to the tiger by the second. Kurtis soon ran out of explosive arrows but kept on firing, now using regular, metal-tipped arrows. The monster, now seeing how pathetic the situation has turned into as he caught the regular arrows in his hand, quickly pulled out a throwing knife and threw it towards Striker.

The knife didn't hit Kurtis, but instead sliced through the string of his bow and went past his shoulder, landing onto the asphault behind him. Drake simply tossed the cache of arrows he caught in his hand far off to the side, where upon landing, erupted into a huge explosion. His bow now useless, Kurtis dropped it to the ground and pulled out his pistol and started to aim. Drake, now close to Kurtis but not within whipping range of his tail, drew out a large-caliber pistol within hundredths of a second and fired. Kurtis winched in pain as the shot knocked his gun out of his hands, denting the barrel and making it useless. Now within whipping distance, Drake slipped his pistol back in its holster, his eyes staring down with cold, emotionless ruthlessness. Kurtis, having no other weapons other than his knife, reached for the blade's sheath on to the left side of his belt with his right hand. Right when he pulled it out, however, Drake was now towering him, and the dragon quickly grabbed him by the wrist of his knife-holding hand, crushing it with his harder-than-a-vice grip. Drake could've easily snapped the bones in Striker's hand, but did not as he has something else in mind for him.

Screaming as he felt the bones in his wrist crack and dropped the knife onto the ground, Kurtis pulled back his left hand and threw a hard maverick with his left hand at the monster's sternum, his arms not able to reach the monster's head. The giant quickly caught it with the open palm of his hand, crushing the tiger's fist in its grip. Kurtis screamed some more, feeling his fingers getting crushed, and then started bringing his knees up to hit the mercenary in his huge, bulging crotch, hoping to hit him in his gigantic balls. Drake simply raised his own knees to block the strikes, each blocked blow bruising Kurtis' armored knees but not his own, which were unarmored. After Kurtis stopped kicking due to the pain in his knees, Drake leaned back and headbutted Kurtis in the face, and then repeated the action a couple more times, smashing the tiger's face with each blow and breaking his nose, causing blood to steam down his nostrils and tears to flow out of his eyes. Drake had held back on his strength during these headbutts, as using any more would've resulted in Kurtis dying.

Seeing Striker stunned from his blows, the bloody black dragon, still holding the cat by the wrists, turned 120 degrees and threw the S.W.A.T. captain into the air. After Kurtis landed onto the asphalt on his belly, Drake leaned down and picked up the officer's knife. He examined the blade, feeling the grip of its handle and turning the blade around to view its design as Striker struggled to get up, trying to push himself off the ground but then falling as his arms failed to support his weight. Drake, slipping the knife in an empty space on his utility belt, slipped off both Hell's Bane and the auto shotgun off his shoulders, pulled off his bandolier, and took off his large trenchcoat with the two sheaths of his swords on it, placing it over his two guns and the bandolier. He then slipped out a Muian-alloy bladed knife out of his utility belt and threw it to Striker. Kurtis, now managing to push himself off onto his knee without falling down, heard the knife land behind him. Kurtis turned and saw the knife. "Huh?" Confused as to why Drake gave him the knife, he reached for it, gripping into the handle with his right hand.

Drake stood there, with the black tiger's blood having completely coagulated on his face and muscle shirt, pulling another Muian-alloy bladed knife of his own. "Maria told me that you're a good with a knife, Kurtis. I'd like to see how good you are."

Kurtis painfully lifted himself off his bruised knee and stood up into a knife-fighting stance, pointing the blade in front of him. "You know Maria?" This then quickly lead him to a conclusion which made him enraged. "So you're the one who killed Maximus in Dallas! You probably also took the head off of that john doe of a red dragon too!"

Drake bowed his head a little, not leaving his sight off of Kurtis. "You're correct on both counts. Maria was in fact the one who hired me to kill your brother. She did it because he was a scumbag to her and felt he needed to go down. "

Kurtis' eyes followed Drake as he slowly walked to the left, and then to the right, lightly tapping the flat of his blade on the palm of his left hand. "I agree that Maximus was a scumbag even after Kiaru took down King Drozen, but I still loved him. He was once a good man, and I felt that it was not too late for him even after his corruption began decades ago. As for Maria, I don't know where she is, but when I get my hands on her..."

Drake cut him off, his voice showing a little anger. "You'll do what, fucktard? You're not going to get out of this alive, and the only reason why you've lasted this long so far is because I want to have some fun." His voice then started sounding normal, but still dark. "Maria is currently in my capture and I made her as my personal bitch and slave, doing whatever I tell her to do. You want to know why civilians and police saw me out in the store today getting a pair of bikinis in the women's clothes? It was because I getting them for her just so she could wear them for my personal tastes."

Kurtis gritted his teeth in anger, wiping away the blood that was still draining from his nose. "You're a monster, you know that? You don't deserve to live after what you've done, especially after destroying Wakusa and several cities and communities afterwards!"

Drake gave him an evil smirk. "Why thanks for calling me a monster. I take that as a complement. As for Wakusa and those cities, I view the countless victims and families I have destroyed as nothing more than statistics. After I deal with you, your two friends, a rookie, and an unborn child are going to join those statistics..."

Kurtis' eyes opened wide in surprise. "Leela and Danial are still alive! What are you planning to do with them?"

Drake stopped moving, facing the tiger completely. "That's only for me to know. Now let's stop bantering! I'm ready to slice your guts open!" He then went into a knife-fighting stance, holding the knife's blade pointed outward to the side in a reverse grip. The two warriors started moving sideways in a circle. The circle began to close in as the two got closer to each other. Kurtis, although feeling fear for his life, kept a calm face and cool head on, knowing that he was up against a true monster. Drake had no expression on his face, his fiery, disciplined, ruby-colored eyes staring coldly at the tiger, showing no emotion nor mercy towards his next victim.

Drake was the first strike, lunging forward while swiping his knife in a horizontal arc. Kurtis ducked the slash and stood back up, stabbing upwards towards Drake's chest. Drake simply leaned back and swiped back with his blade in order to deflect it. Sparks flew out as the edged back of his blade collided with the broadside of Kurtis', and then Drake leaned forward to throw a punch with his left. Kurtis immediately turned his body right to the side to avoid the blow, switching the blade into his left hand, and slashed outwards towards Drake's abdominals. Drake, however, quickly swiped inwards again, the two blades again causing sparks to fly as they collided, deflecting Kurtis' blade. The deflection was strong enough to send Kurtis' arm to the left of Drake, exposing his back to him. Drake immediately threw a kick into Kurtis' side, sending the tiger forward and painfully cracking his ribs. If Drake had used any more of his strength in that kick, Kurtis would've been on the ground, his ribs shattered to pieces.

Drake walked towards the back of Kurtis, who groaned from the pain that came from the left side of his ribcage. However, Kurtis, still with the knife in his hand, lunged backwards in an upward stab, trying to get Drake in the neck. Drake simply raised his left arm up, caught the tiger's arm with the palm of his hand, and gave Kurtis a punch in the back of his right kidney with his right hand, with his knife enclosed around it. Kurtis screamed loudly as he felt his kidney tear and rupture from the force of Drake's punch, and then screamed even more as Drake followed the kidney punch with an inward slash diagonally up towards his left shoulder, the diamond-edged blade slashing through his Kevlar armor and into the flesh of his back. Drake purposely gave Kurtis a shallow slash so that the blade didn't cut into Kurtis' spine.

Before Drake could follow with a lethal stab wound to the neck, Kurtis threw his right elbow into the right pectoral of Drake, driving into it as hard as he could. The blow was powerful enough that if were directed into the chest of a rival tiger, the rival's chest would've caved in, the shattered bones piercing into the heart, lungs, and other organs killing the opponent. However, it felt like nothing but a small tap to Drake, whose chest felt like hitting a stone wall, and he stopped and stood there as Kurtis threw a couple of more elbows into his powerful, metal-hard muscles, which were just as useless as the first and were in fact hurting him rather than the dragon. Drake could've easily killed him at this point, but he felt that the fight need to last longer, wanting to inflict more pain on his opponent. After Kurtis threw the third elbow to his pain, Drake punched into the freshly bleeding back wound, causing Kurtis to winch, close his eyes tightly, and yell out as he felt the punch crack and splinter some more ribs and cause the open wound to spurt hot blood onto Drake's already bloody shirt. Drake then leaned back and headbutted Kurtis in the back of his head, causing more blood to stream down Kurtis' nose and cause some dizziness. The dragon then moved the blade of his knife in his hand so that it pointed forward instead of to the side, and slashed down on the inner elbow on Kurtis' left arm, which still held by Drake's left arm, cutting into the tendon. Kurtis yelled loudly in pain, and then felt Drake push him forward with his right hand.

Stumbling forward a bit along with having trouble keeping balance due to the blow to his head, Kurtis stopped and turned around to face Drake, now feeling his left arm hang lifeless by its side as blood poured from the wound, his knife held weakly in his left hand. Drake just stared at him, again going into a stance, the blade pointing forward. Reaching for his left hand with his right and grabbing the blade, Kurtis went into a stance as best as he could, now the blade pointing downwards towards the ground. The two fighters again slowly circled each other, keeping their eyes on each other at all times. Kurtis was the first to strike in mid-walk, lunging forward with an downward stab towards Drake's abdomen and upper chest, which Drake quickly side-stepped and was able to avoid. Kurtis then turned, his left arm dangling in the air like that of a rag doll, and tried to stab outwards into the back of Drake's right knee, intending to disable the giant's mobility. Drake reacted by quickly lifted his leg up, letting the blade's path pass underneath his foot. As he brought his foot down, he switched the knife to his left hand, while at the same time Kurtis moved the knife in his hand so that it pointed inwards.

Kurtis immediately threw a stab inwards towards Drake's right pectoral, but Drake caught the tiger's arm in his right hand, crushing the bones in his grip. Kurtis gasped in pain as he felt his wrist crack even more, but tried kneeing sideways with his right knee into Drake's right hip, packing enough force behind it to shatter the hip of a rival tiger. Drake immediately stepped over to Kurtis' right side, avoiding the sidewards knee, and with his left hand quickly stabbed Kurtis in the back of his right knee before Kurtis could set it down. Kurtis screamed loud as the blade stuck out of the front of his armored kneepad, blood spilling out of the wound, and screamed even louder as Drake used his enormous strength to twist the blade into the wound, tearing through the bone and cartilage. Kurtis, screaming and crying, began to lose his balance and fall from the pain, but Drake held the tiger up by his right arm with the dragon's right hand. As the tiger hung in the air, his right foot dragging on the ground, Drake pulled his blade out from the tiger's leg, causing Striker to scream at full voice as a huge hole was ripped into his knee, including the kneepad, and a huge amount of blood and gore pouring out both the front and back of that leg.

Drake felt that he had fought with Kurtis long enough. Although Kurtis would've been a worthy rival to a king or landser, Drake was something else entirely. The monster had assassinated kings and landsers for clients before, and he had fought some guys just as tough or even tougher than Kurtis. Even then, he prolonged the fights on purpose and didn't make any quick kills when there were openings, as he didn't want them to end so quickly. This was the case with Kurtis both before and during the knife fight, which he could've ended very quickly. That's why he didn't use any weapons in his arsenal, like his firebreath, tail, bonespikes, boneclaws, Dracos, etc., along with why he didn't go with any useful counterattack rather than deflecting Kurtis' blade with his own.

The dragon layed the edge of his blade across the inner elbow of Kurtis' right arm and slashed away from him. Kurtis cried out as he felt his other arm feel lifeless, the tendon now slashed open, and he lost his grip on his blade, dropping it to the ground, as blood streamed down his arm, onto his shoulder, and down his shirt. Drake heard it clang on the asphalt. He knew that he had won. He then dropped Striker onto the ground, who is now only able to use only his left leg and thus not grab for the blade laying next to him. Switching the knife in his hands, Drake grabbed Kurtis by the throat with his left hand, lifted him up and watched him gasp for air as he tightened his grip around the tiger's neck, and stroked the tiger's left cheek with the broadside of his blade. "You weren't as great as I'd thought you'd be, but you were quite decent and not mediocre, and would've lasted longer if I had not cut the tendon of your arm. You're still a piece of shit to me like your brother though."

Kurtis, a look of anger in his eyes, spat blood from his nose into Drake's face as he struggled to breath. "Fuck...you."

The dragon licked the bloody spit off his lips. "Fuck me? I'm not the one who's going to be fucked, shitwad. Your friends on the other hand..." He chuckled darkly, "...they're the ones who are going to be fucked, just like Maria but with deadlier consequences." The tone of his face then turned serious. "I now tire of speaking with you, you miserable pile of shit, but before you die and join your brother, I'd like you to know that wasn't lying when I said I'd slice open your guts..."

Without saying another word, Drake took the blade off of Kurtis's cheek and stabbed deeply into the left abdominal of Kurtis. Kurtis gasped from the pain, and then screamed louder than he ever did as Drake moved the blade to the right, feeling the weight of his intestines tear off the skin and muscle below the wound and hang out of his body, touching the ground below. As blood poured out of both his sliced open belly and his mouth, Kurtis looked to see Drake staring at him with a sadistic grin on his face, taking in glee as the tiger's guts dragged onto the rough asphalt. Drake then held him there as he slowly bled to death, the pain from his horrible wound truly agonizing. Eventually, the tiger's head then leaned back as he felt the last of his life drain away, with his vision slowly turning to darkness...

Drake, having watched Kurtis' face as he went through his last moments, pulled his Muian alloy-bladed knife out of the tiger's guts and licked the broadside of the blade, enjoying the warm, metallic taste of his blood. Tossing the corpse away from him, where it landed several feet away from him, he reached down and picked up the other Muian-alloy bladed knife, which he had given Kurtis after taking his knife for their fight, and slid both knives into his utility belt. He turned and also picked up from the aspault the knife that he had thrown to disable Kurtis' bow, slipping it into his belt, and then walked over to his jacket, which had his two swords and their sheaths on it not to mention having Hell's Bane, the auto shotgun, and his bandolier underneath it. He wrapped up the three items around his jacket, picked it up with his left hand, and started to go back into the police station, now with 80 victims on his kill count, 79 of them officers and with only one being a chef who had accidentally killed an officer, making the death count 81 in total. Making his way through all the dead bodies of the officers, including the now completely charred remains of the 9 officers in the hall way, Drake soon reached the "t" shaped hallway. Walking past the empty minigun, he passed by the bodies of the twelve officers and entered into the police armory. After a moment had passed, he came out now carrying a Remington shotgun in his right hand, completely nude except for his pants and bloody dogtags. He then headed left towards the bathroom, intending to greet his next victims...

During the time while Drake that was away from them, Danial, Leela, and Janelle had tried breaking out of their restraints either by breaking out of their handcuffs, by breaking the metal piping that the handcuffs were attached to, or in Danial's case, the piece of stall that his right handcuff was attached to. Unfortunately, all restraints proved to be strong, and all three eventually gave up with sore and bloody wrists. However, they did not give up all at the same time. Janelle gave up first, not being able to take the pain more easily than the others, Leela gave up second several minutes after Janelle, and Danial gave up last about five minutes after Leela. All three had a grim look on their faces, hoping that Kurtis and his men would deal with Drake.

All of their hopes were dashed as they saw Drake come back in carrying his jacket and the Remington. Leela and Danial also all noticed the handle of Kurtis' knife in one of the sheaths on Drake's utility belt, confirming that he was dead. "You bastard!" Leela screamed at him, "All of these officers you killed, Kurtis included, were just good people doing their job!"

Drake glanced to her, placing the Remington between her and Janelle. "If they were as good you'd say they were, you filthy cunt, then they would've given me a lot more trouble than they had. Besides, I've assassinated a few of Tigris' kings and landsers in my time, and the military they use to police their towns and cities are much better than the chicken shit law enforcement this nation has!" He had actually lied about that. The law enforcement in Drewen wasn't poor, but still just wasn't as good as the military he fought, who would've used things like gas canisters, tanks, and other such things on him. He did have to admit that the explosive arrows of Kurtis Striker was more original among all the attempts to kill him.

Danial looked at the mercenary assassin, a look of hopelessness and despair on his face. "Okay, Drake, you've won." His voice reflected the same kind of attitude on his face. "You've managed to take down my whole police force much to your enjoyment, and assassinated my good friend Kurtis Striker. So tell me, Hellblazer, how are you going to kill my two remaining officers and assassinate me? Are you going to slowly torture us to death like it's some sort of sick game to you, are you going to just shoot us but not have us know the order, or what?" He started to raise his voice, which started to show some anger. "God damnit, tell me!"

Drake, not giving out an answer just walked towards him, grabbing him by the shirt and Kevlar vest and ripped them off along with the tie and grey vest underneath the Kevlar one, leaving Danial shirtless. He then grabbed the front of Danial's jeans and ripped them off, leaving Danial completely naked, his pink cock exposed to the air. "Wha...what? What are you doing, Drake?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, fuckass?" Drake then turned around and ripped off the clothes of both Janelle and Leela, leaving them both of them naked. Janelle had a nice, lithe body that was slender, but firmly toned. Her breasts were firm and perky, also were a little bigger than Maria's. Drake could see that her hymen was intact, signifying that she's a virgin. Leela also had a nice, toned body, but her belly had a bulge in it due to her pregnancy, and her breasts were even bigger than a normal female's, nearly as big as Linda Maril's. Drake could tell that she was ready to lactate. He could also see that her vagina already had a bit of permanent stretching, as if something as big as a club was rammed in there. Drake rested his hands on both the female's asses, giving them a squeeze. This undoubtedly caused some pleasure in them, eliciting a slight, but reluctant moan from their lips.

Danial realized the horror of what Drake was doing. "Oh my lord, Drake. You're going to rape them!" He then concluded what Drake had in store for him, which was obviously evident, seeing how he was completely naked just like them. "You're going to rape me too!"

Drake nodded. "Nice observation, fuckass. I feel that since these beautiful females are going to die, they should have some fun before doing so, even if one of them is with child. Since you are trapped there like the bitch you are, I'll rape you too, but it won't be as pleasant as it would be for these ladies."

He then undid his belts and pants and slid them down, and the three tigers gasped in awe at the giant's junk. Hanging out a crimson-colored slit and over a gigantic pair of crimson balls bigger than Leela's tits was his huge, powerful, obsidian cock. Still hard even when flaccid, it was still covered and slick in the blood, precum, vaginal liquids, and seed that accumulated on it when he had brutally fucked Linda Maril's brains out. Leela was surprised that at how even in its completely flaccid state, it was bigger than Kiaru's flaccid cock, which when erect was over five feet long and over two feet wide and had experienced herself, thus giving her an idea of how big Drake's cock is when erect. She also noticed the draconic foreskin on Drake's meat missile, which was uncommon for non-mamallian species. Janelle now had an extremely worried look on her face, as she never had a male yet, and the biggest cock she had ever seen was right in front of her, one that could easily be used as a weapon to maim and kill with. Both females also found themselves simultaneously getting hot and wet from the sight, their pussies moist with their fluids much to their embarrassment. Not only that, the musky, manly smell coming from it was intense and attractive, increasing their lusts even more. Danial, who have had his share of females due to his own father King Fabian having given him females and rapes of both criminals and on the battlefield, felt kind of embarrassed, his own cock fairly large. Staring at the dragon's mammoth cock, the chief then felt a twinge in his own cock and found that even more to his embarrassment that it was growing.

Drake, having placed his pants into a nearby stall, chuckled at the sight of Danial's growing erection, seeing the tiger's large, pink cock grow long and hard against his will. He saw the erection grow much bigger and longer than average, growing to around 2 feet, 3 inches long and 1 foot, 4 inches wide when fully erect. This was quite impressive for a tiger who is not a king or a leader of mercenaries. He truly is the son of a king despite not being one of a queen. "I see that not only a fuckass and a bitch, Danial, you're also a cockslut, eager to take my cock within your body. Don't be so eager though, as you are going to brutally be impaled and die on it."

Danial growled at him, angered at the dragon's comments. "I'm not a cockslut you fucker! I'm not even interested in males! I enjoyed my share of females through my time both in the military and the police force, and they were quite pleased with the result! It's just that I never seen a... monster that huge."

Drake raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the females while giving his huge dark warhammer long, powerful strokes as it itself started to grow, the blood, cum, pre, and other lubrication flying out in drops all over the wall and floor. He watched Danial become harder just by watching his immense shaft fill up with blood and grow foot by foot. "You can't deny it, fuckass. I recognize a cockslut when I see one, and you are definitely one since you're already so hard. I am going to give you a show though, so you might as well enjoy it while you can. I'll start off the show with this one..." He said with a groan, resting his hand on Janelle's ass. Her eyes widened in horror at the prospect, seeing that Drake's gargantuan, veiny penis is now fully erect, over 6 feet long, 2 feet wide, and harder-than-diamond. She got hotter and wetter at this much to her reluctance.

Leela spat at the mercenary, enraged at the whole thing. "You fucking monster! That girl hadn't even experienced her first male, and you want to tear her up with that monster of yours? You are truly a sadist!"

Drake growled at her. "Shut up, bitch! Yes, it's true that I'm a sadist, but I can also give pleasure and not just pain. I'll give her a good nice fucking that should satisfy her before her short, measly life ends. You, are on the other hand, are going to be given a brutal raping that would surely kill you and that child of yours. The same goes for you, cockslut." He said, glancing over to Danial. He then continued, "If any of you are going to try to prevent this by saying that this girl and the unborn child belong to Emperor Kiaru, I don't give a fucking shit! Although that guy may be doing some nice things like cleaning Krostavia and this nation up, but unlike the Krostavian kings before him, he is not tolerant towards other races like dragons, so I don't really care about that shitstain! In fact, I think killing one of his daughters and unborn child would actually clean up the gene pool a bit, don't you think?" He gave a dark, sadistic chuckle. Although Hellblazer does think that Kiaru deserves the praise and world-wide recognition he has as "Legend," he truly resents the intolerance that Kiaru has towards the other races. Drake himself isn't actually that much better when it comes to the other races in Tigris, but that's only because he respects warriors, and the majority of the other races within Tigris weren't trained to fight for war. He continued to powerfully stroke his bloody, obsidian cock which was now fully erect. "Now let's begin..."

Janelle, with her bloody wrists handcuffed to the piping of the sink, tried to squirm as Drake positioned himself over her, his giant cock hovering over her. "Ah don't fight it, bitch..." He then grabbed her by the hips, keeping her place. He saw that she was already slick and wet with her juices. "I see that you're already wet and eager to take me in." He began prodding her with his bloody, huge, engorged, flared penis head, and she let out a slight, reluctant murr of pleasure. "You are going to enjoy this..."

Janelle grimaced as he started to push in, also pulling her towards him with her hips, screaming out and squeezing hard into the metal piping as she felt his glans split open her virginal gates, ripping open her hymen much more quickly than what a normal male's cock would've done. Hot, salty tears streamed down her face as she bled more heavily than Maria did when he first penetrated her, her hot blood spraying out in larger bursts and streaming down her legs and all over his cock. "Christ! Pull it out! It hurts so badly!"

Drake ignored her pleas and murred, feeling her nice, warm blood wash over his huge, thick, obsidian manmeat, adding to her vaginal lubrication and making her wetter. He then he gave her a really strong push and a strong pull of the hips, cramming more of his huge fuckmeat in and tore through her really tight pussy. She screamed at full voice, streaks of blood and gore spurting out of her already destroyed sex and decorating the floor. Drake simply growled in lust and pleasure, getting in four feet in already. "You're a virgin, so of course it's going to hurt, bitch! It's just going to hurt a lot more with me!" He then continued to push in more, causing her to scream and cry more. As she layed her head on the sink, biting her lower lip so hard that it bled, she felt him caress her body, stroking his fingers along her belly, which was bulging out already, and alongside her hips, back, right shoulder, and legs, going all over the voluptuous curves, twists, and turns of her body. She also felt him caress her tits, kneading the mounds in his powerful hands and rubbing her nipples with great care. The one area he did avoid caressing would've been her left shoulder, which was still hurting from the sprain. Her vagina, already a mess of blood and gore stretched way beyond its natural limits, was wracked with pain, but the caresses and lubrication did greatly ease it. She then felt the dragon start to pull back three feet of his towering shaft and pump into her. He did say he was going to please her during the rape.

Leela couldn't help but watch as the monstrous dragon pushed into the rookie more as he raped her savagely. As she did with moments passing by, she felt herself get wetter and slicker, her pussy burning with heat, lust, and desire while her breasts swelled up, nipples hardening with lust. She cursed herself silently as she felt lust and pleasure go through her body, and also cursed that fact that she can't pleasure herself to this sight. Although she was also filled with fear with the knowledge that Drake would rape her brutally along with killing her child, she had heard about his reputation about being a great fucker from rape victims and captured females who he had let live before the destruction of Wakusa. She wished that he was lying about the brutal raping. She truly wished and hoped that he was deceiving her, even though that still meant that she's not getting out alive or feeling pain. This very thought caused her to cry a bit, some tears rolling down her cheeks in sorrow.

She looked over and saw Danial looking at the raping. She saw that his over two foot long cock, worthy of a Tigressian king or landser, was throbbing hard, but she could tell that he was not enjoying this. He was instead suffering, crying and sobbing as he felt his own cock ache with heat and become vertically and painfully erect against his own will, and not getting any pleasure which it so desperately asked for, as he watched this giant mass murderer of a dragon have his way with not just one of his own rookies, but also a daughter of Emperor Kiaru himself. He watched hungrily in a mix of pleasure and horror, enjoying the show but knowing that not he nor Leela would be getting the same treatment. She felt sorry for her dear friend, knowing that this was going to be their last moments together.

Drake, pistoning deeply inside with over five and a half feet of his gigantic battering ram buried inside Janelle, which was more than enough to endanger the life of the slightly taller Maria, heard her begin to murr and cry out in lust as an orgasm washed over her, feeling her squirt huge amounts of blood and female ejaculate all over the floor and Drake's legs. He roared with her, feeling her tight cunt crammed full of his manmeat contract hard against him, doing something wonderful on his cock. Waves of pleasure had washed over her body and mixed with the pain since he began tearing her up with his powerful pumping, but she had tried to hide her pleasure by biting terribly into her lower lip, to the point that it was bloody and raw, but the pleasure was now simply too much. "Ah, I see that you've been enjoying my raping. I was wondering why you didn't express your pleasure earlier, bitch, but now I know why. You, a bitch daughter of Kiaru, was trying to hide your pleasure from me, hm?" He increased his speed, increasing her now undeniable pleasure, staring down as four feet of his cock repeatedly pulled back and pushed into her over and over, adding to his already incredible lust and pleasure.

She screamed once more, unable to deny it any longer. "Y...Yes, Hellblazer!" He was right. She had tried to deny this cruel, sadistic dragon the satisfaction that he was pleasing her by raping her virginity away. However, she couldn't deny that outside of the pain, she was feeling the best pleasure of her life, pleasure that no tiger, not even one as big as her father, could've even given her. This dragon, who could easily be viewed a God, was fucking her brains out and asides from pleasing her he couldn't care less about her life, which he was going to end soon. Although she regretted the fact that she hadn't done much in this life and not even get to put her training to use, she didn't regret that she lost her virginity to him. This was a sign that her mind, the fragile mind of a disciplined but inexperienced rookie, was beginning to crack under the pressure.

Both Leela and Danial looked on in incredible lust and desire at the two. Leela rubbed her legs together in an vain attempt to please herself, wanting with burning desire for the monster to fuck her, even brutally rape her, despite the deadly consequences to both her and Kiaru's unborn child within. She had never seen someone fuck as powerfully as Drake and get off on the brutality at the same time. Also, her breasts, the nipples really hard and burning with pleasure, began to lactate. Hot streams of her sweet, tasty, milk flowed down her breasts, stomach, pussy, legs, feet, and the floor like some sort of ivory waterfall. This made her burn even more with desire and pleasure as she saw Janelle cum once again.

Danial, on the other hand, had cummed once already, his seed having spurted all over his stomach, cock and balls. Seeing Janelle's multiple orgasms had been too much for him, and had him get too excited and release his load all over himself. This had no affect on his lust and erection though. His cock still burned and ached with desire at the sight of the monstrous fucking. The sight of Leela getting all lustful and lactating certainly didn't help but instead made it worse for him, and he continued to sob and cry because of it. He cursed the lust and desire he was feeling, cursed the loss of his entire police force, and especially cursed Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen.

Drake, hearing the curses of Danial as he kept pistioning in and out of Janelle while simultaneously pulling her towards him with each thrust, glanced behind him to see that the chief-of-police had already orgasmed but is still burning with desire. "I can see that you're still the horny cockslut I presumed you to be, fuckass. You're still hard even after you busted a nut all over yourself. You must be really asking for it, fuckass."

Danial growled, his anger boiling up inside him. He tried again to break out of the handcuffs, the metal tearing at his already bloodied wrists and torn skin, but then he stopped as he felt his cock again became painfully and vertically erect, but this time his balls now started to painfully ache from desire. "Oh no..." He crouched down a little in agonizing pain, waiting until it passed.

Drake chuckled at the sight and concentrated his sights on Janelle, who now has nearly six feet of his cock in her. She kept crying out both in a varied mix of pain and pleasure, cumming many times over as he always kept increasing his speed and power, never losing stamina. She bounced and bucked like a ragdoll from his ferocious, rapid pounding, with her pussy rapidly clenching onto his cock, and her handcuffs rapidly clanging against the sink's metal piping, she felt his huge, obsidian shaft seem to go everywhere in her abdomen, the huge bulge in her from his cock rapidly going from her pussy, which rapidly spurted out blood and juices with each thrust, to her chest, which she felt went well past her sternum. She thinks that if he went any deeper, he would've pierced a hole in her throat.

The dragon, roaring with lust and power, felt his own climax rising, and increased his speed and power into her, his warhammer stiffening even harder. "Oh yeah, here comes the cannon fire, bitch!" She kept screaming, blood pouring out of her raw bloody lower lip as she felt him ram into her more deeply, a deluge of blood flooding out of her ruined womanhood with each rapid thrust of his gigantic penis. Tears began to flow down her cheeks more as the already burning heat of his shaft heats up even more, burning her insides. Her disciplined but fragile mind, having not experienced sex at all besides masturbation before this, tried to withstand a brutal fucking of this magnitude from his constant assault, but then it finally shattered as he reached his orgasm. He roared with unbridled lust and pleasure, ramming nearly his full length into her as jets of molten hot semen erupted deeply into her depths in wave after wave, each spurt filling her up with more than a male's full climax's worth of seed. She screamed with him at full volume, having experienced the greatest orgasm of her life, but also from truly terrible pain as in his lust, he pulled her so close to him that her hands slightly slid through the metal handcuffs, tearing the skin from the muscle and breaking her hands. Within two minutes, he pulled out with his orgasm still at full power, splattering her back and hair copious amounts of his seed. It also shot and splattered into the mirror, but the glass broke from the force his spurts struck it with at close range, proving that it could be used as a weapon. The broken glass fell into the sink, cutting and slashing into her arms, but she could not move away due to the handcuffs which are still holding her maimed and broken hands in place.

Still spurting, Drake pointed his bloody, cum covered obsidian cannon at Leela. She tried to avoid the jets, but couldn't due to the handcuffs, and just helplessly stood there as he showered her in his seed, which dripped off of her and mixed with her milk. Drake, murring in lust and still in orgasm, glanced towards Danial, who had cummed a second time all over himself from watching the draconic mercenary's own orgasm. "Open wide, cockslut. This is the only chance you for you to find pleasure in this shower!"

Danial's eyes widened in shock and terror as Drake began to turn his bloody obsidian warhammer-turned-cannon towards him. "Oh no! No! No! No! NAHHHHH!!!!!" His pleas of no turned to screams of disgust as the giant's burning hot seed splattered all over him, also smacking into the wall behind him. He could feel how hot it was as it dripped all over his face, fur, muscles, cock, balls, and into his mouth. The chief never dreamed that his last day alive would have him being cummed on by the infamous destroyer of Wakusa, and now he has to the experience the indignity of being covered in the monster's seed, which smelled and tasted more manly than he could ever be.

As Leela was dripping wet all over with Drake's hot seed, which also hung off of her in thick, ropey strings mixed with that of her milk, she glanced over to Janelle. Janelle, whose cum-covered arms were terribly injured and bleeding with pieces of glass sticking out of them, no longer had the disciplined look of an officer on her face. She now instead has the crazed, joyful look of a madwoman, who was drooling all over the bloody, glass and spooge-covered sink still burning of lust and desire, which looked really eerie to the senior officer. She knew that something was seriously wrong with Janelle.

Within a minute and a half of covering the chief in his spooge, the mercenary turned back to Leela, and splattered onto her a few last weak, but still heavy spurts. He grinned as she saw her groan, her own pussy hot and wet with desire for him. However, he also saw her concern for Janelle, who panted heavily from her brutal, but pleasurable, raping as the blackness of her fur was no longer quite evident from the copious amount of seed covering it and the blood that dripped out. He knew exactly why she was concerned, as he had noticed the mad look on her face too. "I see that you're concerned about the rookie, Leela, as it seems she had lost her mind from the raping I gave her." With his slick, bloody cum-covered erection still harder-than-diamond, he walked over to Janelle and pushed a piece of glass further into her bloody, glass-covered arm dripping with his spooge. Janelle screamed from the pain, feeling the sharp piece of mirror being driver further into flesh, cutting away at the tissues of her muscles as more blood flowed down her arm from the wound. However, she still had a look of joyful madness on her face, seeming to enjoy the pain. Drake, with sadistic pleasure but still burning with lust and desire, looked towards Leela. "Even I didn't expect her to go crazy from the raping, but I find that it's going to make her death all that sweeter for me as I rape you to death, Leela, and unlike with her, you'll experience no pleasure from it..." He then saw her tremble with fear, and he began eyeing her pregnant belly. "And I'll get rid of that unborn child of yours..."

Spitting out Drake's seed with disgust as the warm slimy goo matted his fur, Danial saw the monster give his gargantuan penis long powerful strokes as he sauntered over to Leela, the dragon's foreskin gliding over his head from time to time. He trembled with fear, knowing that the raping this time was not going to be pleasurable, and that his old friend is going to experience nothing but pure, unadulterated pain. Even worse, he found that his own cock, even after experiencing two orgasms, was still as hard and painful as it was when Drake started raping Janelle. However, he knew it wasn't just of Drake's monster that spurred his lust. It was because he secretly had a desire for Leela. Even though he did enjoy all of the females that were given to him by King Fabian and the rapes of both female criminals and females captured in battle, he had truly desired to give Leela a good fucking. In fact, he had tried to act upon this and tried to ask his father for a chance at Leela, but when he had arrived at the palace, that's when the news of the murder of Bergen's royal family and their accusations of firing the missile with the powerful thermobaric warhead hit home. Danial, seeing how dire the situation was, had decided to withhold his desire and deal with it later. Unfortunately, this proved to be a fatal error when Mike Drozen appeared and slew the king, giving him no chances of sleeping with Leela. When Mike was king, Danial had no females given to him at all and instead had to rely solely on raping female criminals just to satisfy his lusts. When Kiaru took over, he was going to ask the Legend to have Leela as his mate, but after she became pregnant with his child, he decided to wait until the child was born. He now regretted and resented this desire as he saw the assassin before him get behind his friend with the intent to rape her to death right in front of him. This caused him to whimper and sob even more, suffering all for the whims of some damn client that had hired the assassin to kill him.

Drake chuckled as she tried to squirm as he shadowed over her, and saw how wet she was with desire for him. "Don't struggle, bitch. It's just going to make things slower for you..." He then gripped her by the hips with both hands, driving his extremely cruel claws into her skin and bone. She cried in pain as blood gently trickled from the fresh wounds. "Now first, I'll rip into that cunt of yours. I'll make it even wider than Kiaru ever will..." Unlike with Janelle, Drake didn't prod the swollen lips of Leela's vaginal gate. He instead immediately plunged six feet, nearly the whole entire length of it, into her with one strong, but slow shove. Leela screamed at the top of her voice as blood and gore spurted out of her cunt as she felt Drake shove in foot after foot of his ebony, vein-covered battering ram deeper and deeper into her with one brutal thrust. The blood, pre, and cum covering the dragon's cock didn't help at all as he gave her cunt no time to even adapt partially to his enormous length and girth. The only thing that did help was the fact that Kiaru, the black tiger king, took her with his over five feet long cock before this monster of a dragon took her, making the pain less than it would've been. She also felt the tissues of her cunt, which was pretty wide to begin with, rip and tear much more badly than when Kiaru took her, her blood immediately spurting out in hot bursts from her vaginal gates as inch upon inch of his huge girth tore them apart with sheer brutality.

She screamed even more as she felt the ebony spear pierce deeply into her belly. As it did, she felt it grow a little bigger as his huge cock pushed into the growing life with her. She felt the unborn cub squirm and claw desperately in vain as Drake's engorged cock head pushed hard against it soft body. She eventually felt it press against her inner wall and then get slowly crushed to death by him as he impaled his cock through her inner wall, and the most chilling part was that she swore she heard it emit a tiny scream from within her body as it started to get squished into a bloody, mashed pulp. Tears streamed down her eyes not only from the searing, agonizing pain but also from the huge, demoralizing sadness that a mother feels from the loss of her child. She no longer was burning with lustful heat and desire like she did when he was raping Janelle just a few moments ago. Still being pierced into by the dragon's monstrous cock, she was now filled with nothing but pure, burning agony and despair.

Drake, now nearly buried into her up to his crimson draconic balls in her cunt, murred with pleasure, lust, and sadism at the screams and pain he had inflicted on her with a single, brutal thrust along with taking the life inside her. He groaned as to began to pump inside her, also pulling her towards him everytime he crammed his enormous length into her just to add to his pleasure. He felt mostly her warm blood wash around his black, domineering tower as it flowed out of her ruined sex onto the floor like a crimson water fountain everytime he pulled out nearly his entire length and then rammed it back in, plugging the waterfall up, but not completely as spurts of blood were still spewing out of her womanhood. She screamed horribly with each terrible thrust, feeling a huge emptiness in her body everytime he pulled back, and then get filled with a huge, overpowering, domineering, truly unfathomable fullness as he ripped through her again, giving her nothing but pure, debilitating agony.

Pistoning into her fiercely, he gripped her by the hair with his left hand and yanked it towards him, causing her to scream in pain. He licked the hot tears off her cheek, whose salty taste mixed with that of his strong-tasting seed. "Take a look over at Kiaru's daughter, bitch. It appears that the crazy cunt is enjoying this." He then pulled her hair to the side, turning her head to force her to look at Janelle. In her pain, she saw to her horror that the sadist was right. The rookie, continually bleeding from both vagina and her wounded arms, appeared to be burning with lust and desire along with enjoying the sight with a look of giddiness in her face. In her shattered mind, she thought Drake was giving the senior officer pleasure mixed with pain like he had done with her and thinks Leela is enjoying herself. Even if she had known it was pure pain he was giving her, her mind is now so warped that it wouldn't change her view on the situation.

Danial could do nothing but sob and grimly look at the three. His friend was being tortured by the cock of what could only be described as a draconic beast, and the now insane rookie was pleased at the sight despite not getting any satisfaction. Worse still is that his kingly cock was still yearning and asking for pleasure, exscabated simply nothing more than the sight of Leela being raped horribly while a young, sexy girl was lost in her own lust and desire, her bleeding pussy urging for him to take her again. This brought him nothing but pain from both his erection and balls, and conflicted, emotional torment brought in by a mix of lust and a great amount of concern for Leela, Janelle, and himself.

Drake, having felt that he had enough of Leela's cunt, stopped himself and pulled out his entire length, whose normally obsidian appearance is covered by nothing but crimson with some pink blotches of cum from his fucking with Janelle. Leela collapsed to her knees in terrible pain as she heavily panted, copious amounts of her blood, along with the blood of her unborn child was flowing out of her ruined sex like some sort of macabre waterfall. Blood also dripped from her mouth, as Drake had pummeled her insides so badly that she was now bleeding from the inside. She felt no pleasure from the fucking at all, as her ruined gates didn't at all get to adapt to his brutal weapon. Also, her wrists were even more torn, the muscle exposed by the handcuffs as her hands powerfully thrashed against them from the horrendous power of his fucking. Finally, her voice was horribly strained from all the screaming. She could now not scream if she wanted to.

Soon after he had pulled out of her, she felt him lift her onto her feet by painfully yanking on the base of her tail. She then felt the worst agony of her life as he tore into her tail hole, plunging his full length into her just as brutally and quickly into her bowels like he did with what used to be called her cunt. She tried to scream once more, but found instead found nothing but horrible pain from her vocal cords. This added onto the already searing pain from her muscular anal ring being stretched and torn way beyond its limits without having time to adapt, with blood and gore streaming onto the legs of both her and Drake, along with the crimson liquid splashing onto his gigantic balls, which shared the exact same color. She had been taken up the ass a couple of times with Kiaru, but the way Drake was doing it is pure agony. She also winched when Drake's huge balls, much bigger than her swollen, lactating tits, smashed into her destroyed womanhood like wrecking balls when he had nearly reached the end of his length. She then tried to cry out in silence as felt him begin to pull out nearly his entire length in her. The feeling brought by his numerous veins scraping against her torn muscular ring was more akin to razor blades than anything else. She then tried to scream in vain as he crammed his monster back inside, those very same "razor blades" scraping hard against her bloody ruin of a tail hole.

The black giant let out a roar as he repeated the action over and over again at high speed, the slick lubricating mixture of blood, cum, and pre greatly adding to his pleasure but not hers, also pulling her towards him with every ram of his erection just increase the damage. He did not mind not hearing her lack of screaming, as the sounds of Janelle murring with lustful desire and of Danial sobbing and crying in the background substituted greatly for that. As he brutally tore up her ass with his vicious pounding, not to mention smashing her already ruined cunt with his giant wrecking balls, he grabbed her by the hair with his left hand and once again yanked her up to turn her head. However, instead of turning her head to see Janelle, he turned her face to meet his instead. He looked at her scream silently with tears of agony going down her face, his crimson eyes showing nothing but sadistic, lust-filled glee in them.

He glanced over to Janelle, who was yearning to again be fucked by his huge cock, even if it was going to be lethal. He saw the deep lust and desire in her eyes, her body burning with heat and asking for pleasure. He saw her stare at his cock as it pumped in and out of Leela, worshipping it from afar like it was some sort of idol. It seems that she really wants to go again. "You want to be pleased don't you, bitch?"

She eagerly nodded, her eyes reflecting her madness. "Y...yes, my God! Rape me again with your divine sceptre even if it means my death!"

He then a twisted idea form in his head. Letting go of Leela's hip with his right hand, thereby preventing him from yanking her towards him with each thrust, and reached for the Remington between the two. He had planned on killing her with this in a brutal fashion after killing Leela, but the thought in his head was even more satisfying. He dropped the shotgun slightly, caught it by the pump, and then cocked the gun with one hand, using gravity and inertia to load the shell into place. He then threw the gun up into the air and grabbed it by stock, his fingers resting near the trigger. He then pointed the barrel of the gun towards her ass. "Lift up your tail, bitch. I'm going to take your anal virginity with this and ram it instead of using what you'd call my sceptre. It'll make a great substitute."

Janelle knew that she could very well die at this point, but happily went along with this anyway, seeing that this dragon was a divine, dark, brutal God to her rather than a Hellish, monstrous beast. She lifted her tail up to expose her rosebud to him, and without hesitation he rammed the barrel straight into her ass. She let out a cry of pain and close her eyes tightly as she felt her muscular ring get torn wide by the unlubricated, unforgiving, cold steel of the barrel. She bit into her raw, bloody lower lip again as blood flowed all around the barrel and into the metal shaft as it pierced deeper into her depths and widened the ring. After getting it into her up to the pump, Drake began pistioning it back and forth into her bowels, her hot blood warming up the metal and spurting onto the floor. She murred deeply to the mix of pleasure and pain, her blood acting as lube for the barrel and loving the expert prowess at how Drake is using it as a lethal sex toy. She didn't care if her newfound God was going to kill her. All that mattered was his attention to her.

Drake, roaring with lust as he felt Leela's ass tighten around his cock, then turned his face back to the senior officer, who had watched the whole thing with Janelle and the Remington. Despite her great pain from his pistoning, she threw him a look of pure, seething rage in her eyes. He didn't care about her rage, but instead cared about her torment. Seeing even more blood pouring down her chin from the internal injuries that resulted from his constant pummeling, he stuck out his large, draconic tongue and licked up the bottom of her chin, enjoying the crimson liquid's taste, went over her lower lip and went straight into her mouth. He murred in lust as his mouth closed around hers, his tongue licking all over the insides of her mouth for the blood that covered it, along with sucking it up into his own mouth. She began to feel pleasure from this passionate kiss, but that pleasure was soon dashed away as she felt his teeth bite into her mouth, causing more blood to flow into it as holes were pierced into her cheeks. He murred passionately as he gave her mouth this brutal treatment, lapping and sucking up the extra blood that was filling up her mouth as his cock kept tearing through her insides.

As he his tongue parted from her mouth and he began to part from her, with a string of bloody saliva connecting the two, she then saw him give a sadistic grin, seeing her mouth still being kept open from the pain of his brutal fucking. He then let go of her head with his left hand, but as she turned her head away from him, he quickly grabbed her tongue with the very same hand. She let out a silent cry of pain as his black claws drove into her tongue, causing blood to flow from it, and pull her tongue further away from her mouth. Her face directed towards him, she saw him enclose his mouth around her pierced tongue and then chomp down into it. She let out a silent scream, her strained vocal cords hurting her even more as he removed his claws from her tongue and bit more into it, drawing out more blood. He then pushed his head towards hers, enclosing her mouth with his again, this time with her bitten tongue between his teeth. When he had reached her mouth, she heard him growl and her eyes widened as she felt him bite down harder into her tongue, tearing into her flesh. She tried pulling away, but it only added to her pain and to the tearing. After about a minute, he tired of this and then pulled back, ripping off her tongue in the process. She immediately turned her head away from him and towards the sink in incredible pain as a huge amount of blood poured out from her mouth and out onto the sink. This pain just added to the already incredulous pain of her insides being destroyed by his continuous pistoning. He just relished her suffering, chewing on the tongue and swallowing it down. He soon felt his own climax rising...

Danial was still watching the whole time, horrified at what Drake was doing to both Janelle and Leela. He already cummed all over himself a third time to the macabre show, and felt sick to his stomach about it. This reminded him of some snuff films that undercover officers had recovered when busting in on snuff producers, but what Drake was doing was much worse. Thinking about snuff films suddenly had him think about one tiger which he had seen in particular: Willie Darbernack. He didn't know much else about Willie other than making snuff films with torture and necrophilia as the main theme, but he does know that Willie was an associate of Darryl Montana and probably has other skeletons in the closet. When he saw some tapes of Willie killing a female victim and then raping the corpse, he thought he had a good enough reason to have his officers hunt down and arrest Darbernack, but he soon recognized that each female victim was in fact a known criminal. This means that according to the pack rules of Tigris, which establishes that criminals can get raped and/or killed by their capturers, this makes Willie a free man rather than a fugitive. Despite his sick activities, there's nothing that the police force could've done to bring him in. It made him sick to his stomach that scum like Willie get to walk free, but it's even more sickening that a monster like Drake also gets to walk around as well.

With Willie in his mind, he heard Drake give out a powerful, lustful roar as he experienced his second climax, his huge bursts of draconic seed smashing into her bowels like hot cannonfire. After the climax ended within 2-3 minutes, he then saw the mercenary kept fucking her as Janelle experienced another orgasm from him fucking her ass with the shotgun, a sickening mix of blood and her love juices spurting onto the floor. "You fucking bastard!" Danial yelled out. "Just kill them both and get it over with already! Haven't they suffered enough!"

Drake glanced over at the cum-covered chief, a look of pure malice in his eyes. "Janelle doesn't seem to be minding, cockslut, as she's enjoying the shotgun assfucking I'm giving her. As for your senior officer here, I think she's worth another two climaxes. After that..." He then stopped his sentence, giving a sadistic grin along with a dark cackle, turning his head away from Danial as he continued to service the two women.

Leela continued to cry, suffer, and scream silently as she felt her body weaken more and more as every, long, agonizing moment underneath this nightmarish behemoth passed by. After what seemed to be an eternity to her, she felt him climax again, this time feeling much stronger than the last and much more painful too. After he blasted into her ass with his giant penis like a cannon for over three minutes, he kept going into her without a sign of stopping his assault. With a sick, pink mixture of his seed and her blood spewing out of her annihilated, gory tailhole, she gritted her teeth painfully, her blood constantly drooling from her mouth as it flowed out of her severed tongue, but she didn't close her eyes. Her body severely weakened but her will still strong, she weakly glanced over to Janelle, who had experienced several more orgasms since Drake first cummed into the senior officer's ass. She saw that what used to be a disciplined rookie, but still a daughter of emperor Kiaru, drool in lust and revel in the madness that the dragon's brutal raping induced into her, making her worship him and his cock as if they were divine. She herself wondered if there are other monsters like Drake out there, just as cruel and merciless as he is. She also wondered if an afterlife does indeed exist, and if it does, would she meet her now dead unborn child? This thought is what kept her from passing out to the torture.

After many long minutes, Drake soon felt himself his fourth climax for the time being. He felt his huge cock stiffen again to much harder-than-diamond, and heat up to burning levels as another tsunami of semen rose within his shaft. This, he felt, was the time to kill both girls at the same time all while poor Danial helplessly watched. "It's time, bitches! Your time is now coming to an end!" He watched Janelle, in pleasure and pain, get more excited with lust and glee, happy that her dark, brutal God was going to end her life. In her deranged mind, she was ready to surrender her life to him at his divine whim. Leela, her body now so weakened from his brutality that she was motionless and barely standing on her legs, felt some bittersweet happiness that this torture was finally going to end. Danial, who did not cum after his third climax the whole time but still remained vertically erect, felt waves of nausea grow over him, knowing that what he's about to see isn't going to be pretty.

Near his climax, Drake started to pump himself harder and faster into Leela's bowels, the bulge in her swollen stomach protruding further and further outwards every time he rammed into her. She tried to pant to relax herself through the pain, but the monster did not give her a chance, his dick tearing through her abdomen as if he was repeatedly impaling her with a large metal stake, her ass rapidly spurting gore and pink, bloody cum all over his legs and his colossal balls, which had smashed her vagina into an unrecognizable mass of gory pulp. He also increased his pumping of the shotgun into Janelle's bowels, her own ass reduced to an almost unrecognizable, gorey hole as he violently fucked her with the metallic shaft of the weapon. He also increased his pressure around the trigger, pushing it ever so slightly as he gets closer to his orgasm.

Janelle screamed from the pleasure, feeling her last, and final climax rise up inside her."Yes, my God! Give it to me! End my life with your love!"

After a few fast, deep, brutal thrusts, Drake roared loudly at full voice, giving Leela the strongest orgasm he had given her. At the final thrust, she screamed silently for the final time as she felt Drake's huge, spurting spear rip right through her stomach, and plaster the wall with his cum while breaking the mirror. Her back gave one final arch as the most horrendous pain she felt in her entire life rack through her body. The hole, which widened as Drake pushed three and a half feet of his spurting cock out of it, spewed out copious amounts of his seed and her blood. The long, ropey structure of her intestines also spilled forward and hang on the floor, along with the mashed up remains of her dead, unborn child hanging out of a pierced embryonic sack and an umbilical cord. Leela, with her eyes fully dilated bloody mucus bubbling out of her of nose while copious amounts of blood spewing out of mouth, fell over onto his spurting, bloody cum-covered shaft, finally dead for her troubles, and supported solely by his huge length.

Simultaneously with Leela's death, Drake had pulled the trigger of the shotgun in Janelle's ass. Janelle, who had just started her final orgasm, was about to scream out in pleasure as the Remington went off in her ass. She immediately felt her bowels explode, the pellets tearing through her many feet of intestine, ripping through her stomach, liver, pancreas, spleen, esophagus, lungs, and heart. This then all cumulated with her head literally exploding in a gorey mass of blood, skull, brain matter, teeth, cartilage, and muscle, which spattered onto the broken mirror and went all around the surrounding wall, floor, and ceiling. Drake then let go of the Remington, causing her body to fall over onto its knees lifelessly just as her ruined womanhood just started spewing out blood and love juices all over the floor in a bloody, gorey orgasm.

Danial, his nausea having grown too much at this horrible, bloody sight, felt vomit rise up to his throat. He couldn't help but lean down and wretch, a mix of whisky, dinner, and Drake's cum spewing out of his mouth and out onto the floor. When he was done, a ropey mixture of saliva, cum, and vomit hang out of his mouth and down to the floor. Panting heavily, he looked up and watched Drake finish his orgasm with a few, last heavy spurts as Leela's face rested on his ebony spear. The chief cried at the sight, growling in fury and anger that the one woman he had desired and a daughter, a stepdaughter to be precise, of the emperor were all just brutally killed by this fucking monster.

Drake, still harder-than-diamond and full of lust, slid his bloody, cum-covered shaft out of Leela's completely destroyed tailhole, causing her face to drop down into the bloody, cum filled sink, which also had broken glass from the mirror floating from it and pierced into the corpse's arms, which flowed fresh blood. He then leaned down and sucked on her corpse's tits, getting at her mother's milk. "I've haven't had mother's milk in a long time," thought the mercenary as he got a couple of mouthfuls in. He then bit hard into her dead, still-warm nipples so that blood would mix and give it a metallic taste. He kept drinking her until her tits were dry, and then turned around, moving straight towards Danial, whose own, over two-feet long cock was still throbbing hard. He doesn't mind raping males at times, because to him, it's all a matter of dominance. He even assassinated some political leaders, kings, and merc leaders in this fashion. His cock throbbed inches in front of the tiger's face as he licked some of Leela's bloody milk that remained on his lips. "Before I rape you to death like I just did with Leela, fuckass, I want to see how much of a cockslut you are by licking her blood and my seed off my cock."

Danial, angered and insulted at the thought that Drake intended to demean him any further, suddenly lunged and bit into the cock of the dragon. Instead of biting into flesh and blood as he expected, he stopped and cried in pain as he felt his teeth crack against the hardness of Drake's shaft. His erection really is harder-than-diamond, and he didn't feel any pain when the chief bit into him, just some pressure. Drake grinned as the chief pulled back his mouth in pain, having spurred the biting on purpose just to cause more pain to him. "You really are a cockslut, fuckass, for so eagerly wanting to get a taste of my cock," He then grabbed him by the ear, pulling his head closer to his throbbing shaft. "but I said lick, not bite." Danial, winching as he felt one of Drake's claws pierce into his ear, stuck out his tongue and licked up and down the bloody cum-covered shaft of the dragon, tasting the strong, manly seed once more along with the metallic taste of Leela's blood. He also went along Drake's foreskin and glans. Drake murred a bit, enjoying the humiliation he's giving the chief. "My, my, fuckass, you must've already had some cocks before as you're doing quite a nice job of pleasing me. This confirms all along that you're a cockslut."

Danial glared at the dragon, enraged at the giant's words. "Fuck you, Harkonen!"

Drake chuckled. "Fuck me? There's a reason why I kept calling you fuckass, bitch. It's because I intend to fuck you in the ass..." Drake, seeing that was simply no way around the stall and the handcuffs without tearing something up, simply jumped over Danial's body. He then turned around to face the back of the chief.

Danial looked behind him to see Drake lift his tail up. He didn't plea for Drake to not rape him, as he found that it would be useless. "Before you rape me, Drake, tell me this. When me and King Fabian's soldiers found princess Jesse's body in the ruins of Youji, we found copious amounts of seed in her. She was a stepsister of mine and her death had hurt me very badly. Was it you who mercilessly raped her to death, or was it someone else?"

"I freely admit that I raped the princess to death, fuckass. I raped her like a bitch, and now I'll rape you like one too..." Drake then immediately pushed his flared, engorged cock head into Danial's rosebud. The tiger screamed as he felt the most agonizing pain in his life, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes painfully tight as Drake tore his ass wide by cramming in foot after foot after foot of his gargantuan length into the depths of the chief. The chief immediately orgasmed once again upon penetration due to the sheer size of Drake's manmeat pushing against Danial's prostate. Drake then started pumping himself fiercely into the tiger, constantly stimulating the chief's prostate and causing more ejaculations. After spewing his load many times, which became smaller and smaller with each load, the chief's orgasms started to become painful instead of pleasurable, adding to the immense pain that wracked through his body as Drake pistoned himself rougher and more violently into the cat with each passing moment. Danial screamed in horrible pain as he felt Drake's ebony spear repeatedly stab many times into his body like he was making multiple attempts to impale somebody in the fashion of Dracul Tepes, but is just torturing the victim before going all the way through.

As Drake neared his fifth orgasm and became rougher, more rapid, and more violent, Danial felt the bottom of his neck being hammered repeatedly. This caused him to gag and struggle to breath as Drake repeatedly smashed his insides, his huge crimson wrecking balls also smashing Danial's own into two piles of mush. In pure agony, Danial wished that Drake would accidentally kill him, like impale him through like he did to Leela, or snap his spine with a thrust of his shaft by mistake, but Drake did not do as such, as he was intent on giving him a gruesome end. When he signaled his climax with a roar, he gave out one final, brutal thrust of his shaft, and Danial, reaching his own final agonizing orgasm, screamed as he felt Drake's flared cock head push against the bottom of his neck, tearing off the skin and muscle, and effectively decapitate him as his engorged glans pushed out of the stump, shooting gallons of his hot draconic seed all over the ceiling. Danial's severed head, still alive for a few moments, watched his descent as he fell to ground and rolled to a stop, looking at his murderer roar in lust and pleasure as he spewed his load out of the bleeding stump of his decapitated body's neck. The body just hung there, solely supported by Drake's erection. His vision then begin to fade, and he was finally dead...

Spewing out a last, few, weak, heavy spurts onto the decapitated head of his target, Drake slid his dark fuckmuscle out of Danial's body, which crumpled onto the floor, still hanging in the air due to the handcuffs. He had accomplished the double assassination with 84 kills, including 82 officers, one chef, and Leela's unborn child, along with an officer killed by the chef, making the total death count 85. Seeing that Danial's lifeless body no longer needs to just hand there, Drake wrapped his right arm around the body's waist and tugged backwards. With his immense strength, this slid Danial's lifeless hands out of the handcuffs, but at the cost of tearing away at the skin and muscle and breaking the bones in his lifeless hands. Dropping the bloody, cum-stained body onto the floor, Drake went into a nearby stall and retrieved his pants, carrying them in his hand. With his bloody, cum-stained erection still harder-than-diamond, he then exited the bathroom and entered the "t" shaped hallway. Passing by the bodies of the twelve officers with his bloody dogtags dangling on his crimson chest, he entered the police armory and retrieved his jacket, his swords, his bandolier, Hell's Bane, his black fingerless gloves, and his bandana. During this time, his erection finally slackened off, shrinking and softening into its flaccid state.

With his clothes back on, his swords hanging on their sheaths on his back, the bandolier hanging off his chest, and both his anti-tank assault rifle and auto shotgun hanging off their respective shoulders, Drake left the police armory, but instead of going down the hallway, he went into the chief's office. He wanted to see if the bathroom across the hall had a camera monitoring it. Grabbing the bottle of whisky and taking another swig of it as he went around the desk and looked at the giant set of tvs. He looked and looked, and finally found what he was looking for, a screen that showed the bathroom. It currently showed the impaled, corpse of Leela with her guts and the corpse of her unborn child hanging out, Janelle's headless corpse with the Remington stuck inside her ass, and Danial's headless corpse laying on the ground. All of them were bloody and cum-covered.

Grabbing the remote from the desk where he left it when the S.W.A.T. came, Drake pressed the rewind button and started playing it where it showed him entering the room with nothing but his Remington and the his pants. "Well I'll be damned," he thought, "I wound up making a snuff film." He laughed to himself, as this was the second porno film he made tonight. He now imagined what would happen if he took this tape and had it delivered to Emperor Kiaru. The emperor would be so pissed off and horrified at the contents, he would probably try to kill Drake as soon he'd see him. Drake would like to see him try...

Looking at one of the lower right tv screens, he noticed that Renee Howlitzer was still laying in her cell. "I think I'll give her a visit..." He thought. Leaving Hell's Bane, the auto shotgun, his bandolier, his swords and their sheaths on the desk, Drake left the office with the whisky bottle in hand. Going down the hallway and passing by the dead 12 officers and the empty minigun, Drake entered the round room and went down the stairway. He then entered the jail, which was simply a long hall way with many cells side-by-side. Renee's cell was on of the last cells downward and there are no other prisoners near her cell. That didn't mean that there weren't other prisoners. Drake reached out and pulled out one of his large-caliber handguns out of its holster and set the whisky bottle down. As he silently passed by the cells, he shot to death every criminal, all of them male, he passed by, only stopping to take out the mag, take a fresh one out of his pocket, and put in another mag. He wound up killing 29 criminals total, with the majority of the females having been raped by the police. This made the kill count 103 total, death count 104.

Slipping his pistol back into its holster, Drake passed by the other cells, which were now empty except for the one Renee is in, and headed towards her cell. The reason why he was heading to the cell was because she was the only female criminal out of the prisoners, and he needed her for his next assassination, which is killing Willie Darbernack while he's making a necrophilliac snuff film with a female criminal. As he stopped by it, he saw it was empty. Puzzled, he grabbed onto the cell door and found it was locked. He then gave it a simple tug and ripped the door open, the sound being heard throughout the hallway. As soon he opened it, he immediately found a huge left fist flying at his face coming from the unseen corner of the room. It was also coming much, much faster than a normal punch. He immediately tilted his head to the right to avoid the fist, which barely missed him, and quickly backed away before any more blows could be thrown.

Standing in the cell's doorway was Renee Howlitzer, a colonel in Drewen's army and the former co-leader of the Hellcats. He saw the brunette, 15 foot, 9 inch tall ligeress, whom he took a good look at the giant tv set, was more beautiful in person than he had imagined. Every inch of her militaristic physique was ripped and rock-hard, from the mounds of her powerful shoulders to the width of her powerful calves. Despite this, her body was not that bulky, and her body had just the right curves for a woman. She was also much closer to his current size too. The white-tasseled warrior clearly reminded him of a powerful amazon, plenty of which he had fought in ancient Gauis, except they had one breast, due to them cutting off one breast to be great archers, while she had two. She still had the streak of blood on both her face and white tanktop. He could also see the empty bullet cartridge dangling on a metal-ball chain as an earring on her left ear, signifying her co-leadership among the Hellcats. She was also in a fighting stance with her fists held up, her body a little crouched in and her legs bent a little.

The reason why she attacked Drake was because she heard the attack on the police station and presumed that some sort of assault was going on. Instead of escaping, she had stayed in her cell, intending to come out a few hours when everything seemed to cool down. When Drake appeared and started shooting every prisoner, she thought she was going to be next. When he had opened the door, which she very well could've opened, she threw a punch at him hoping to ambush him. She was surprised to find a nearly 19 foot black dragon standing in front of her. Seeing the smears of cum and blood all over him along with his military clothes, it didn't take her a wild guess to determine that this was the killer. She also didn't have to guess that he killed everybody in the police force as well, judging from how long the attack initiated and the time it took for him to get here.

"So you're the one who's been killing everybody..." She immediately charged forward in a flash, throwing a lightning quick punch with her right hand, which Drake quickly side stepped out the way, exposing the bars of the prison cell behind him. When her fist collided with the metal, it bent the bars backwards several inches. This did not hurt her fist in the least bit. She immediately followed with an extremely quick elbow towards his throat, but he ducked. He then felt himself blindsided on the left as she brought her right knee sideways into his skull. This slammed the right side of his head into the metal bars, making a dent in them, and then she immediately followed by giving him a powerful kick right in the face with her right leg, which was held in the kneeing position when the kick began. Both blows to the head were so powerful that they would've easily smashed open the head of tiger, killing him. This girl was much faster than she looks and the speed combined with her size and strength caught him off guard. The giant was knocked straight onto his back, but he immediately got up by putting his hands behend his shoulders, used his momentum to roll back, and in mid roll used his hands to spring off the floor, agilely landing on his feet. To her surprise, he was barely affected by the blows, not even phased by them.

She ran up to him and threw an extremely quick sidekick towards his face with her right leg. He simply ducked to the right, her foot going past his right shoulder, and punched her right in the crotch. The blow knocked her off her left foot, but before she could move a foot away from him, he stood up and caught her right foot using his quick speed with his right hand. He was much quicker than he looks as well. When she landed on the ground, she kicked his right hand off with her left foot before he could do anything, and sprang to her feet. She saw that he just stood there, with no stance. Her crotch hurt like Hell, but he intentionally hadn't hit her hard enough to cause anything serious. Although he likes to fight honorably against one-on-one opponents in duels, what he calls "dirty" fighting would simply include using weapons like guns, grenades, gas, darts, etc. against opponents using melee weapons or unarmed. Things like shots to the crotch, eyes, etc. are fair game to him, especially in a fight to the death, street fight, or a dual, unless he's sparring with an opponent. Also, this technically wasn't a duel, so fighting dirty wouldn't bother him, but he'd like to fight against her honarably anyway...

The giantess stared him down, showing no fear in front of his fiery, crimson-colored eyes. In truth, she felt fear running down her spine, as she knows that it would take a shitload of men just to take down the police force, yet this dragon managed to do it single-handedly. He also might've taken the S.W.A.T. Squad as well. "If you're here to kill me, dragon, then you can try. Let me warn you though, asshole, I'm not going to go down easy..."

He looked her right in the eyes, a confident look on his face. "Don't you know who you're looking at? I'm Drake 'Hellblazer' Harkonen, mercenary assassin. You must've heard of me..." He didn't call her "bitch" because he views her as a fellow warrior and soldier, one who enjoys the thrill of fighting, fight to the death but flee if necessary, and knows honor on the battlefield. Although she wasn't a dragon like him, he doesn't care about racial differences. A warrior's a warrior, no matter the race.

She kept a straight face, but now there's a lot of fear going through her mind. She is a proud warrior, one to not let fear overtake her, but right in front of her was the infamous mercenary assassin Drake Harkonen, a whole army packed into one warrior. She've heard stories of his numerous rapes and murders, his love for sadistic torture, his powerful weapons, and of his truly horrendous feats of strength. She is now very cautious towards her opponent. "I've heard of you, Hellblazer, along with the millions you've killed. You are truly a terrible force on the battlefield but also a great warrior. I acknowledge you for that, but I can't let you kill me. There are some things that I must take of, and I won't let you stop me from doing them ..."

He covered his knuckles with the palm of his hand and squeezed down on them, cracking his bones. He wasn't going to kill her, but he was going to beat her down, and in a fair, honorable fashion at that. "So you think can take me, huh?" He then took off his coat, throwing it to the ground. She could now see how truly muscular he was, seeing his mountains and valleys of strength ripple beneath his muscle shirt. The muscles of his body were perfectly sculptured, honed from millennia of combat and training and used to exert extremely frightening brute force. She could also see more of the blood and cum that covered him, reminding her of who she was up against, a cold-blooded sadistic killer. He raised his hands in a basic, general purpose ready stance, beckoning her with his hand. "Let's see what you're made of..."

Renee charged him again. Although her movements were extremely quick and agile for a giant of her size, so was he. He threw a quick left punch towards her face, but she ducked and directed a strong, lightning quick right uppercut to his face. He put up his right hand to block the blow, but she in fact had deceived him with her movement, quickly directing her fist and body more to his right, allowing it go past his body and set him up for a powerful elbow to the right side of his the upper backside while almost simultaneously raising her right knee to smash into his right hip. He quickly caught her knee with his right hand, but felt her elbow smash hard into his lower backside. This did manage to cause him some pain, as it certainly was much more damaging than the elbows of Kurtis, but he wasn't too affected. She immediately followed by disappearing in a white flash, crouching downwards into a clockwise sweep of her right leg towards the back of Drake's legs, intending to knock the dragon off his feet.

On pure instinct, he jumped, but then brought right his foot down right on the back of her head in a mid-air sidewards kick. As she was knocked down towards the ground from the blow, she turned sideways and used the momentum to quickly go a cartwheel, twisting her body some more to face him when she landed on her feet. She was in pain from the blow, but had a good feeling that Drake was not using his full strength on her. As soon she landed from the cartwheel, she found Drake charging right towards in a right shoulder charge at high speed, showing her in plain sight how fast and agile he was. Within a split second before impact, she sidestepped to the right avoiding the charge, but also quickly drove her elbow into the right of his lower backside, the exact same spot she hit him earlier, followed by a brutal back kick to his right buttock with her right leg. Both blows showed little effect on the dragon, who felt some pain, but not enough for him to show it. He quickly stopped and turned around to face her.

She faced him with a proud look on her face. "Had enough of me, Hellblazer? I just literally kicked your ass!"

Drake just simply shrugged his powerful shoulders and went back to his basic stance, not caring for pride or humiliation. "So what if gave me a literal ass kicking in mid-fight? It's the end of the battle that matters!" He then blocked a powerful lightning quick kick to the left shin from her right leg with his left hand almost simultaneously raised his right arm to block a powerful quick punch to the face with her left hand, and then caught a really quick right elbow to the sternum with his left arm. When her right elbow drove his left arm, she immediately raised her right fist to smack him in the face with the back of her hand, but he caught her wrist with the palm of his left hand, and she found herself kneed in the left hip by Drake's right leg. She gasped at the incredible pain it produced in her side, bruising it. In her moment of pain, Drake drew out her right arm still in his left hand, turned her around, and twisted it behind her back in a hammerlock, and then hooked his left arm into hers and in a half Nelson.

With the colonel's muscular back to the mercenary and with her arms held in place by him, she felt powerful, rapid knees repeatedly hitting into her sides, each blow crashing into her without mercy. Crying out and wincing from each blow, Renee tried getting herself out of the hammerlock by turning to her right, but his half nelson kept her place. She tried kicking him in his huge manly balls, but he quickly crossed his left leg over his right one so she can't lift any of her legs between his, but at the cost of not being able to knee her. She tried headbutting the back of her head hard into his upper pectorals, but this didn't weaken his grip. Not to be outdone, she let out a snarl and quickly moved forward towards the metal bars of a nearby prison cell. Drake was caught off balance, his left leg having covered his right and thus not having a good center of a gravity, and stumbled forward as she ran her legs up the prison's bars, used her stepped upwards a few times and then flipped over Drake, getting out of his hold over her. She also wrapped her left arm around his neck in a reverse headlock. This brought him down backwards with her, falling over onto the floor.

When they landed on the floor, she held her knee out in front of her, and he felt his middle back get planted hard into it. This finally caused him some considerable pain. This also caused her to wince out in pain, as she just felt the back of a 16,000 + pound dragon land on her knee hard, signifying that to her he's much heavier than he looks. She hyperextended his neck in her reverse headlock in an attempt to break it, but she found that his neck muscles were just too strong, even for her. Undaunted, she then repeatedly and rapidly planted fast, hard elbows into his wide chest, trying to weaken its powerful defense. As she kept driving into him, he suddenly used his perfect abdominals to sit up even with her weight on him, springing her forward. As she rolled forward and landed, he put his own reverse headlock on her with his right arm, hyperextending her neck but not breaking it, which he could've easily done. Before he could start pounding elbows on her, he quickly held up his hand in defense as started throwing lighting quick powerful knees upward into his face. Having enough of this, he quickly stood up, bringing her up with him, used his left arm to hold her left arm in a chickenwing hold, and undid the reverse headlock, but then wrapped his arm around her throat, squeezing his inner elbow into her in a constricting chokehold.

Pressed hard against his powerful abdominals and choking for air, she tried to struggle out of his hold combined with rapidly elbowing him with her right arm, but found he was just too strong, her hits doing little to him. Looking down, she spotted one of Drake's many knives hanging off his belt. She quickly grabbed it out of its sheath, revealing it to be the blood-stained Muian alloy-bladed knife Drake gave Kurtis for their knife fight. Hearing her slide the out of its sheath, Drake immediately let go of his hold on her and pushed her back before she could try to stab him. Stopping from the push, the colonel turned to face him holding the knife up, and saw that he was ready for her. Coughing from how powerful his chokehold was, she figured she did not want him to get ahold of her again, or else it would be all over.

Gripping the knife by the handle rather than the blade, she threw it at Drake's throat, and then quickly turned around. As the mercenary quickly swiped in his hand to catch the blade by the handle, she ran to the locked door of a nearby prison cell, grabbed into the steel bars with both hands and gripped them so strong that they were crushed beneath her might, and then ripped the door off its hinges in a mighty tug. As Drake slid his knife in, he saw her hold the cell door held over her head in a diagonal angle and threw it straight at him top-end first. To her amazement, Drake lifted his right hand up to catch the underside of the door's top-end, lift his hand up even further, the momentum causing the rest of the door to fall backwards towards his body, and then caught the remaining door with his left hand. Turning the steel door sideways. He then charged her with it, seemingly intending to smack her with it.

The young colonel glanced behind her and saw that she has nowhere to go but to the wall behind her. Thinking quickly, she waited until he was just right upon her with the door, and then quickly sprung her legs into the air, jumping over him and avoiding the charge. However, that is what he intended for her to do. As she soon as she sprung into the air, he threw the door forward, quickly turned around, and immediately grabbed a hold of the wrist of her right arm when she landed right next to him with her back to him just as the door crashed into the wall, cracking it. Using her wrist, he quickly twisted her arm into a rotational wristlock, keeping her arm straight from her and bringing her down to her knees. As she tried to bend her arm twist her her way out of it, he drove an elbow right above the back of hers, dislocating her arm at the elbow.

The colonel screamed from the explosion of pain, her right arm now severely injured. Drake then let go of the arm, which she is now barely able to use, and then applied a blood choke on her, encircling his left arm around her throat, grasped his right bicep with his left hand, placed his right hand around her neck, and then squeezed, constricting the blood flow around her neck. She again tried to desperately struggle out of his powerful hold, doing things such as hitting him with her good arm, stomping on his bare feet and twisting her boots into them, and kicking into his huge balls, but he thwarted every attempt by either taking the hits or in the case of his balls, avoided them. He felt her struggles get weaker and weaker as her oxygen supply ran low as the moments passed by, her throat making rattling noises as she struggled, and then she finally stopped. Her legs no longer supported her and she fell forward, but Drake's arms powerful arms around her neck kept her hanging. Feeling her drop downwards, he let go of her neck, and she finally fell to the floor. The colonel wasn't dead but had simply passed out.

Drake, had won this battle. Despite the fact that she threw everything she had at him, he did not use his full strength even remotely close on her, or else her bones would've been shattered or worse. He also didn't want to end the battle quickly, as he wanted to see how she was in combat. He then walked over to his jacket and picked it up. Putting it on, he went over to Renee's unconscious body and picked her off the ground with one arm. Carrying her body on his right shoulder, he then went down the hallway and picked up Danial's whisky bottle. He then began making his way back the chief's office. He was going to give Maria a call and have her pick him up...