ASHES OF THE PHOENIX
written by Victar, e-mail email@example.com
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Chapter 22: The Dragon and the Unicorn
"If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back,
hunt it down and kill it."
Major Jackson Briggs surveyed the broken remainder of his
How many people had they lost in their valiant, yet
ultimately doomed assault? A thousand?
With another five hundred grievously wounded? Scarcely a quarter of his soldiers remained in
tolerable shape. They had settled in a hasty, disheveled camp to tend to their injured. If not for the
ministrations of Wang Jinrey's healing sorcery, their death toll would have climbed higher
The major fingered the remnants of the Project Titan
microcomputer around his wrist. Its
technological wizardry had given them a crucial edge, when he used it to assume the might of a
giant and scatter the enemy's ranks, but now it was just a piece of scrap.
Jax approached Sub-Zero and demanded a status
"I'm a little busy here," the scientist brusquely rebuffed, as
he created a cold compress to
staunch the bleeding and swelling on Lieutenant Sonya Blade's head wound. "Why don't you go
play for a while, all right?"
For perhaps the thousandth time, Jax wished he were in
command of a real army, not a
ragtag collection of insubordinate freaks.
"This is important," the major insisted, carefully keeping
the anger out of his voice; showing
emotion to Sub-Zero would only decrease his chances of getting a straight answer. "Can you
repair Project Titan?"
"You mean, that mass of melted slag that used to be a
microcomputer? The short answer is
no. I can't spare enough time to give you the long answer, but trust me, it involves many spastic
fits of hysterical laughter."
"Save the sarcasm. Can you make me a new Project
"Oh absolutely, given a couple weeks we don't have, in a
laboratory I don't have, using
components we ran out of a long time ago. Look, why don't you ask Kung Lao to conjure you
some new toys out of his hat?"
"His sorcery is incompatible with complex technological
"I was kidding."
"I wasn't. What about those robots surrounding the
syndicate? Have you found any way to
short them out?"
"By the frozen peak of Mount Kadath, I haven't had a
chance to pry one apart and study it
yet, all right? What do you expect me to do, look at their circuitry for five seconds and blurt out a
technobabble Deus Ex Machina? What do you think this is, Voyager?"
"Leave him alone, Jax," Sonya tiredly suggested. "We can
always kill him later."
Jax focused on his lieutenant. "Tell me you have good
news to report."
"Sure, I have good news. Great news. Wonderful news.
We're not dead. You have no idea
how ecstatic that news is, given that there's still thousands of androids and five hundred heavily
armed human soldiers surrounding that damn syndicate. We shouldn't have been able to get away
at all, but for some reason, they lost interest in pursuing us after they forced us off their
"Probably something in the androids' programming,"
Sub-Zero muttered. "They're instructed
to guard the syndicate, so they won't leave it for any reason. And I did see that glowing ward
surrounding the human soldiers switch off. I'll bet Kazuya couldn't protect them for more than a
short while, and they know that if they chase us now, we'll cut them down with gunfire."
The major thought about that for a moment, then quickly
crossed the dusty earth to where
Wang Jinrey worked a miracle on T. Hawk. Nightwolf and Kung Lao served as Wang's mystic
reagents, channeling their own vitality to boost his strength, while Kabal and Stryker helped other
medics tend to patients with less serious injuries. Second Lieutenant Sparky administrated the
triage, using the authority Jax and Sonya had invested within him to see that the lifesaving work
Wang put his hands on T. Hawk's chest and summoned a
tranquil, blue-white glow. T.
Hawk heaved a shuddering breath, as shattered ribs that had come dangerously close to piercing
his lungs set and knit themselves. Wolf kneeled on T. Hawk's other side, clutching the broken
shaft of a spear. Seung Mina applied a cloth to a gash in Wolf's face; drying blood from the
wound mixed with the dull red of his hair. His mouth was also streaked with crimson, and half his
teeth were broken or gone.
"I dragged Hawk off the battlefield," Wolf said in an
empty, hollow voice. "He was so
heavy, I could barely carry him. I left the others behind."
"You do good, Wolf," Seung Mina reassured. "You save
"I left Rock behind - he was my closest friend since I came
to Sanctuary, the only stable
person in all this madness. And Raven, our leader, I couldn't-"
"They both dead. You no could help them."
"But I left them. They're still there." Misery
and battle shock brimmed in
Wolf's russet eyes.
Nightwolf transfixed the red-haired warrior with a stern
glare. "'None of us can afford to
obsess upon guilt, death, or self-pity, when there are survivors to protect and enemies to fight.'
These were Raven's words, and she would want us to heed her wisdom."
Wolf shivered, and the stunned confusion holding him rigid
seemed to lessen. He gritted his
teeth and snarled, "Their souls are still there, aren't they? Their souls, and the souls of all the
people we lost are trapped in Kazuya's hell-pit!"
Nightwolf looked away.
"Reptile's soul is there, too," Kung Lao said, in a hushed
tone. "It seems that Chief
Thunder's assassin has paid the final price for his crime."
Wang transferred his healing sorcery to T. Hawk's broken
Jax cleared his throat. "Nightwolf, are you cloaking
"Does it matter?"
"Then I will hide our words from the enemy." The shaman
closed his eyes in a moment of
concentration. "Well, what is it?"
"It concerns Kazuya's endurance. We've noticed that he
couldn't sustain the ward about his
troops for more than a short time."
"That was because the ward he generated was of
unimaginable magnitude. He is, most
likely, feeling tired."
"Too tired to do it again?"
"How long before he regains his strength?"
"I do not know. He very likely has kept some of his
strength in reserve, as an extra
precaution. It would not surprise me if he were able to regenerate quickly. And he now has three
thousand souls to fuel his Power, instead of merely two thousand."
"How long before we can get the rest of our wounded back
into fighting shape?"
"Hours. At least."
"So even though now is our best chance to attack, while
Kazuya's winded, we're hurting too
badly to do it. And when we do attack, we damn well better not be throwing anyone's lives away,
or else we'll just make Kazuya stronger."
T. Hawk, healed of his injuries, started to sit up. His umber
eyes blinked, and he gasped,
"Dark Mane! She's there, I felt her in their web! They... they murdered her..." A quivering tremble
shook him, and his face fell into his hands.
"Next," Wang quietly called.
Paco, one of Sonya's sub-lieutenants, carried forward the
limp form of a man with reddish
holes spattering his military uniform. "You have to help Pete, quickly. He took a round that
almost got me-"
"I cannot heal this one," Wang softly stated, the
compassion in his voice tempered with the
weariness of sad reality. "He is dead."
"No, no he's not, you have to-"
"I'm telling you, he's still - let me go!" Paco shouted,
hoarsely, as Kabal and Sparky moved
to restrain him. "Pete? Pete, you've got to wake up; they think you're - think you're-"
"Easy, fella," Sparky soothed. "I'm sorry. He was my
"LET ME GO!" Paco was a trained veteran, but so was
Sparky, and Kabal had been a
member of the ruthless Black Dragons gang for years. With both of them keeping Paco in a strong
hold, there was little the agitated soldier could do.
"Cálmate," Kabal firmly told Paco. "Él es
muerte. No hay nada que podemos
"I told you, I'm third generation, I DON'T SPEAK YOUR
Stryker took Pete's body from the frantic sub-lieutenant,
unceremoniously wrapped it in a
black cloth, and carried it to a shallow mass grave. A morbid corner of his mind wondered if he
would carry more corpses to it, and more, until once again he was the only survivor, left alone to
lose his sanity as he wandered these forsaken wastes of the dead.
Jax watched the disturbing scene with detachment. Later,
there would be time to berate
himself with grief and blame, to lie immobile late at night as the faces of people who had perished
under his command floated before his sleepless eyes. But for now, the only thing he could do was
disconnect himself from the suffering, and concentrate on the immediate problem of-
"With Raven lost, you are our leader," Nightwolf said to
the major. "What are we to do
"Now?" Jax echoed, folding his bionic arms. "Now, we
Kimura groaned, stirred, and raised his aching head off the
floor. The bodyguard saw Ishida,
his cousin and coworker, sprawled on his face about a yard away. Nearby was the wide-open
door to a prison cell, empty save for the dismembered corpse of Shimada the jailer.
As best as Kimura could remember, he and Ishida had both
been instructed to retrieve the
shape-changing demon Lei Wulong. Wulong was supposed to have been the only living being left
within this cell, but two other prisoners had surprised the matched pair of bodyguards, and...
...thinking about the disaster only made Kimura's head hurt
"Ishida?" he probed, retrieving his tranquilizer rifle from
where it had fallen during the
struggle. "Ishida, oki-nasai! Daijoubu ka?"
"Ugh." Ishida sat part-way up, rubbing his forehead.
"Atama ga itai."
<Worry about your headache later; the prisoners have
escaped! We must warn
Mishima-sama of this threat!>
<If we do, he will kill us for our failure,> Ishida
soberly pointed out.
<Your point being?>
<Sorry. They must have hit me harder than I
Kimura helped his cousin to stand. <We must also notify
master Lee of the healer and
<'Both'? I thought Lei Wulong was the only
<Didn't you pay attention at our briefing? If the monk
Liu Kang should free himself of his
restraining device, then the entire syndicate is in mortal danger, because he can transform himself
into a monstrous->
A rumbling, reverberating sound shook the walls and floor, echoing with ominous portent. It was
coming closer. Fast.
<Gods...!> Ishida gulped. An unfamiliar tautness
paralyzed him. He had not known
fear in decades.
"...RRRRRRAGH!" A searing gout of orange-red flame
blasted through a wall scarcely ten feet away from the bodyguards.
Doom itself had come.
It surged through the hole in the wall, a massive force of
nature bent on death and
destruction. Short limbs supported its scaly, sinuous body as it reared on its hind legs like a
mongoose. Concentrated hatred glittered in its tawny eyes. Its cavernous, crocodile jaws, great
enough to swallow a man whole, parted. Ishida stood in place, mesmerized by jutting fangs the
length of his forearm.
AGAIN!?" boomed dragon-Kang, gnashing his teeth in frustration.
"WHERE IS KAZUYA MISHIMA? I SPARED
YOUR LIVES ONCE; IF YOU WANT TO KEEP THEM, YOU WILL TAKE ME TO YOUR
Kimura fired his tranquilizer rifle at the monster's
underbelly. The darts rebounded
harmlessly off the beast's deep-green, diamond-shaped scales.
WORMS, YOU ARE MAKING
Ishida's hypnosis gave way to outright panic, as he regained
the lucidity to cry, <Kimura!
We must run!>
<Never!> Kimura proclaimed, firing the last of his
darts at the beast's head. It blinked;
the slender missiles could not penetrate its scaly eyelids.
<We can't warn Mishima-sama if the monster kills
ARE YOU SAYING? SPEAK IN
A LANGUAGE I CAN UNDERSTAND, YOU
<For MISHIMA-SAMA!> Kimura screamed,
charging forward and swinging the blunt
stock of his empty rifle at the dragon's nose. The beast recoiled from the blow, and its growl
became a roar of pure outrage.
DARE!? YOU WILL
<No!> Ishida shrieked, throwing himself to
one side, but Kimura never moved,
never flinched from the torrid inferno that cascaded from the dragon's jaws. Ishida could not help
staring in shocked, horrified fascination as the white-hot flames engulfed his cousin. Kimura's last
wail cut short as the flesh melted from his hands and face, his blood boiled into vapor, and his
body tore itself apart in a superheated eruption.
LITTLE WORM, TAKE ME TO
KAZUYA OR YOU TOO WILL BURN!" The dragon riveted its pitiless
eyes where Ishida had been, but the bodyguard was there no longer; echoes of his rapidly
retreating footsteps sounded further down the hall.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM
ME; YOUR SCENT BETRAYS YOUR TRAIL!" The reptilian
behemoth charged after its terrified prey.
Lee Chaolan lay on the floor.
Bruises covered his body, and hastily wrapped bandages
blotted the dull crimson leaking
from his knife-savaged knees. He could taste the warm, salty wetness of blood in his mouth.
Did he have any broken bones?
Attempts to move sent figurative pins and needles down
the length of his muscles. But that
wasn't the true source of his agony.
She had run away and left him. Again.
It had taken years - long, slow, painful years - for
emotional scars to knit, after the first time
his beautiful fiancée had abandoned him. After she'd left him alone in a syndicate full of
slaves and killers, as isolated as he'd been when he was an orphan on the streets of Canton. Now
the old wounds were torn open once more.
"Jun-chan," he entreated, stretching a trembling hand in the
direction he had last seen her,
chasing after dragon-Kang. "Naze...?"
It hurt. It hurt so much. More than physical pain. More
than the torture of a guilty
conscience. More than the psychic wails of the murdered souls that clawed at him, this hurt. He'd
rather anything, anything than to relive the old nightmare. He'd rather he were dead-!
No. He'd rather she were dead.
His knife - the very weapon he had used to kill Michelle,
and that Liu Kang had used to
cripple him - was on the floor. Its crossguard with the emblem of a prancing unicorn dangled
before his eyes. He gripped his unicorn knife in one hand and looked upon its blade. Reflected on
its length, marred by drying trails of blood, was his silver-haired, fire-scarred face.
His hand tightened upon the weapon's hilt.
"No," the silver-haired devil insisted, emphatically. "You're
not running away from me again.
You won't. I won't have it!"
He tried to push himself up, and shook with pain when his
wounded knees would not suffer
his weight. Lee bared his teeth in a feral snarl, and dragged himself on his stomach, unmindful of
the crimson trail that dripped from the bindings around both his legs. His unicorn knife securely in
hand, Lee shut out the distress with an act of will and crawled, inch by torturous inch, down the
Ishida ran for his life.
He could hear the monster crashing after him, gaining on
him. What could he do? Guns
wouldn't stop the beast, and he couldn't outrun it. He couldn't even raise an alarm or seek help;
virtually everyone else in the syndicate had been drafted to fight in the war outside. If only he
could warn Mishima-sama! But Ishida was not a telepath; he could not speak to Mishima-sama's
mind unless Mishima-sama contacted him first. Worse, the dragon blocked the only way out of
these rows of prison cells. Ishida fled deeper within the syndicate's bowels, praying for a
Alex's piercing, wrathful screams rang in Ishida's ears as he
passed her cell. Ishida did not
pause to look at the saurian, for the dragon was nearly upon him.
LITTLE SISTER? ARE YOU
HELD PRISONER? THEN I SHALL SET YOU FREE!" The clatter of
breaking iron bars sounded behind Ishida. He could not stop his head from turning as he rounded
a corner. He got a momentary glimpse of Alex springing from the wreckage of her former jail, and
voicing an inhuman screech.
Then he collided with two hundred and seventy-five
pounds of rigid flesh.
"Nani!?" Ishida wheezed, reeling. He stared into the glazed
eyes of Ganryu, the former sumo
wrestler. <What are you doing here?>
Ganryu scarcely seemed to have noticed the impact. In a
mechanical monotone, he said,
<Mishima-sama is my master. Must protect Mishima-sama.>
<How? There's a dragon after me, but I don't know how
to kill it! There must be some
way to escape, or warn Mishima-sama! What can we do?>
<Must protect. Be loyal.>
With a dismayed frown, Ishida remembered that Kazuya
had burned out Ganryu's mind,
leaving him like a zombie. The bodyguard pushed past Ganryu, and saw that he had come to a
Oh, no. He was doomed. Doomed. Doomed-!
At first Ishida thought the dragon had arrived; then he
followed the source of the sound past
the bars of the last cell in this corridor, to Kuma's slavering mouth.
"...rrrrRRRRHHUUL!" The mad bear reared on its hind legs,
but its collar and chains held it securely attached to the wall. It swiped with its lethal paws, and
shuffled anxiously amid the charnel pit of human remains that rotted within its lair.
YOU ARE, LITTLE
WORM!" the dragon boomed, as its horrible head poked around the last
curve in these dungeons. It did not notice Ganryu or Kuma; all its malefic intent focused squarely
on the terrified bodyguard. "THERE IS
NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN. YOU WILL TAKE ME TO KAZUYA, OR YOU WILL
Ishida hatched a desperate plan.
"Eigo ga wakarimasen," the bodyguard whimpered,
backing alongside the bars of Kuma's
cage. His trembling left hand somehow managed to withdraw the proper key from his suit, stab it
in the cell door, and pry the grate open, all without his turning around.
ENGLISH!" the dragon demanded, writhing closer. "WHERE IS KAZUYA? TELL ME, OR BE MY
Ishida cried, "Remote lock 2784-Alpha: Disengage!"
Heedless of the clank and rattle of loosened
chains, the dragon bounded
closer - and bellowed an enraged squall as two thousand pounds of frothing mad bear seized it in
The dragon exhaled its torrential inferno on the beast.
Kuma made a sound like an avalanche
and tightened its grip. There came a sharp crack; the dragon voiced an oddly human
scream and wriggled like a trapped snake. Its crocodile jaws clamped on Kuma's neck, shearing
through tough skin and ripping open a waterfall of dripping blood, which sizzled and hissed as it
contacted the dragonfire raging on the bear's fur. Kuma compressed its grip tighter still. A second,
even more brutal crack sounded. Kuma's mouth distended wide with agony as it dropped
its broken foe.
Ishida sprinted around the warring behemoths, back the
way he had come-
-and into the claws of a vengeful Alex.
She flipped in an acrobatic midair tumble, and her
unnaturally strong, reptilian legs locked
tight around his shoulders. Her knees pressed against the sides of his neck, and her spur-claws
ripped through the cloth of his suit, drawing blood. Her vivid yellow eyes blazed with raw,
merciless ferocity. Ishida's hands clutched at her thighs, futilely.
Rrreptile," Alex growled,
biting out each word.
"I-I was only following orders," Ishida stuttered.
Alex threw herself back, and her momentum lifted Ishida
off his feet, as her legs pitched him
head over heels. His neck hit the floor with an ugly crunch sound.
The saurian threw back her head and raised her foreclaws,
voicing a scream of triumph.
Then she dashed away, in search of her imprisoned children.
Far away, watching the spectacle through Shang Tsung's
sorcery, Heihachi Mishima gasped
as he saw the flames devour Kuma. The bear made a plaintive, animal cross between a growl and
a wail as it reared on its hind legs and waved its burning paws. It crashed heavily on its stomach.
Reddish-black blood gushed from its torn jugular, pooling next to the limp dragon even as it
reverted to the form of a half-naked monk. The crackling fire on Kuma's fur lessened for want of
fuel. Kuma grunted pathetically, twitched once, and lay still.
"No!" Heihachi moaned, and for the first time in an age,
heartache clouded his gruff, cruel
voice. "My pet. My poor, poor pet..." His hand covered his jet black eyes, and he turned his face
away from the carnage.
"Why, Heihachi-kun," Shang Tsung mused, delightedly.
"Are you crying?"
Jun ran to catch up with dragon-Kang.
Fatigue slowed her. She had recently expended a great deal
of effort on healing sorcery, and
nothing in this evil place could replenish her psyche. But she dared not stop to rest; Liu Kang
needed her help. He'd assumed his dragon form and gone charging down the wrong way. Jun
wondered if he'd even heard her protest. Damn it, didn't he remember the map of the syndicate
they'd all studied prior to embarking on this mission? And if he didn't, then why hadn't he asked
her for guidance? Liu Kang could be thickheaded sometimes, but he wasn't that
She could only conclude that Lei had been right - when
Kang was in dragon form, his IQ
really did drop to the level of a rock.
The dragon's trail was not hard to follow, marked as it was
by fire, broken walls, claw
marks, loud noise, and bodies. As Jun passed Kimura's charbroiled remains and Ishida's
broken-necked form, one look apiece told her that they were well past any aid she could give.
the stench of burning flesh flooded her senses, as she rounded the final corner.
"Shimatta!" Jun gasped.
She found Liu Kang lying in a pool of blood, next to two
thousand pounds of slain bear.
Was the monk dead too? No, the faint motion of his chest and the whispers of the wind spirits lent
her hope. And yet, there was something terribly wrong about the manner in which he sprawled,
the ill angle at which his legs jutted away from him. She rushed to his side.
A heavy-handed shove pushed her away, so roughly as to
leave a bruise.
"Dare desu ka!?" Jun snapped, summoning her Ki to her
fingers despite the additional strain
it put on her waning psyche. Her expression softened with recognition. "Oh, Ganryu, it's you.
Please don't interfere; I think he's fractured his back, and if I don't heal him right away-"
"Enemy," Ganryu said, without any trace of emotion. "He
is Mishima-sama's enemy. Must
protect Mishima-sama. Enemy must die."
"Ganryu, don't you remember me? I know you're a caring,
Jun broke off her plea, and turned pale as the wind spirits
whispered the terrible truth. "Oh,
no. What - what has Kazuya done to you?"
"Enemy must die," the sumo wrestler flatly repeated.
Putting his hands on his knees, which
bent at right angles, he balanced himself high on one leg, about to bring his heel and the whole of
his great weight upon Liu Kang's exposed throat.
"NO!" Jun cried, rushing him.
With a forceful grunt, Ganryu started to swing his heel
down. A terrific double jolt drove
into his gut as Jun left the ground and drop-kicked him, shoving both feet into the sumo wrestler's
flesh. Caught off-balance, he topped backward and landed on his rear. Jun nimbly sprang upright
well before the sumo wrestler could begin his torpid rise to his feet.
"You enemy," he declared, in the dull, chilling voice of the
Jun blinked back tears. "I'm sorry, Ganryu. I don't know
how to restore your mind - I don't
even know if it can be done - and I can't afford to fight you right now."
"You must die." The sumo wrestler lumbered toward her,
his ham-like legs taking
methodical steps, his thick hands shoving their palms in an alternating, thrusting rhythm.
"Shogai!" Jun declared. She flexed her palm and
pushed it out, matching Ganryu's
strike. Her palm met his; the healer poured her will and her soul into a flashing barrier of pure Ki,
which she deliberately molded around the sumo wrestler's entire body. White sparks surrounded
him; he jerked spasmodically, but Jun's touch became an inescapable link as she twisted her
fingers around his wrist and redoubled her sorcery.
Ganryu's glazed eyes rolled up, almost inside his head, and
he slumped to the ground,
"Doomo sumimasen," Jun regretfully apologized, letting
him go. "Maybe we can find a
doctor who knows some way to help you. I don't know. I just don't know."
The wind spirits whispered an anxious reminder of Liu
Kang's plight. Jun knelt in silent
acknowledgment, shaping her Power into a uniform, psychic tray that gently lifted the monk and
turned him on his side. She removed the bloodied coat-scrap that had served its purpose as a
bandage around her leg, and used it to support the unconscious monk's head. Jun lightly touched
Liu Kang's spine; through her Talent, she could feel his fractures, misaligned vertebrae, and
If she did not heal him quickly, then at the very least he
would be paralyzed for life. At
worst, he would die.
Jun began to sing.
She could feel her endurance ebbing with the first note.
Subduing Ganryu had brought her to
the threshold of collapse; she wasn't sure she could sustain herself through a healing spell of this
magnitude, and yet she had to. If the energy was not within her, then she would have to draw
upon her own determination, and beyond, past reserves long since emptied and into the heart of
her being. It was not a matter of whether she could do it; it had to be done, and that was
The notes of her song grew fainter. The white glow of her
Ki subsided into a soft
luminescence, and her hands trembled. Piece by inexorable piece, subliminal darkness converged
upon the borders of her awareness, until she was lost to it completely.
He was no longer cognizant of the passage of time, nor
could he piece together events in a
logical chain of cause and effect, so that he was incapable of wondering how long he had been
unconscious. All he remembered was that the man on the floor and the comatose young woman
slumped next to him were enemies of Mishima-sama. Enemies that had to be destroyed. The
woman was closer, so he gripped her neck in his left hand. She did not awaken as he hefted her
off the ground and cocked his right hand, ready to deliver the lethal blow.
"Yameno!" shouted a voice filled with rancor and
acrimony. Ganryu turned his head in the
direction of the sound. The rest of his body did not follow.
Ganryu's deadened mind did not recognize his former
friend, Lee Chaolan. He saw only a
young man, too badly injured to pose any immediate threat to Mishima-sama. Lee's right hand
clung tightly to the bars of Kuma's cell, holding him up in place of his wounded legs. Lee's left
hand held his unicorn-hilt dagger a scant inch away from the sumo wrestler and his helpless
"Woman is Mishima-sama's enemy. Woman must die." No
clemency showed in Ganryu's
blank face. There could be no reasoning with him, no appealing his implacable death
"Not at your hand. You haven't earned the privilege," Lee
"Must kill enemies."
"No. You will not," the silver-haired devil refused.
Coldness gathered in his auburn
eyes as he rested the tip of his dagger between Jun's fourth and fifth left-hand ribs, at the precise
angle to pierce her heart. "I will do the killing."
End of Chapter 22: The Dragon and the Unicorn
END OF PART IV: REDEMPTION