Chapter 38: Into the Fires of Forever

Travis: OH SHIT! HEAVY ARTILLERY! *launches ten high-powered firebolts at the wyrm, which comically bounce off*

Dayn: Oh, great idea, using FIRE BOLTS against a chaos FIRE DRAGON!

Jerrica: Wyrm.

Dayn: What's the difference?

Travis: DOES IT MATTER!? *is on fire*

Jerrica: Yes it does, since dragons are young dragons, and wyrms are _really_ old dragons.

Hawkslayer: o.O *frantically trying to put Travis out*

Ancient Chaos Wyrm: DAMN YOU YOUNG WHIPPERSNAPPERS AND YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS TO PIERCE MY SKIN! You younguns are the first to come in a week, but my belly will NEVER get down those mad Dwarven archers. Why, I remember back in the da-

Fire Grue: Um, sir, honorable Corrupted one, can you move? We're kinda stuck back here behind your... perfectly slim and non-stinky hindquarters.

Wyrm: Oh, right, right, sure. *moves aside, sending between 3 to 300 various fire creatures screaming towards Travis, Dayn, Jerrica, Hawkslayer, and Dutchess (who wasn't there but is there now somehow, shut up)... mostly at Travis...*

Travis: <_< *is burning* OKAY, NOW I'M PISSED! *glows white*

*ICE-9*

Fire Creatures: X_X *are completely frozen*

Dayn: Whoa, that was nice.

Travis: Ice Ice Baby... hehehehe... *faints*

Jerrica: Fool, didn't even regulate his emotions... it's a wonder his head didn't explode, or this whole temple didn't >.>

Hawkslayer: o.O

Wyrm: *bursts from the ice and shrieks up in the air* YOU DAMN WHIPPERSNAPPERS! *lands and pulls out a cane* GET OFF MY LAWN! *hits Jerrica with the cane*

Jerrica: ow? x.x

Dayn: HYRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! I SHALL DEFEAT YOU, EVIL... OLD... THING! *begins hacking at the Wyrm's wing*

Hawkslayer: o.O Great, Travis is out and so is our heavy artillery. Are we doomed?

Jerrica: @.x I think so, but I'll be able to ascertain it more when the world stops spinning.

Wyrm: *flaps wings, sending Dayn flying... right into a wall* You kids and your damn bardic music! Back in my day we didn't HAVE any music! We just flamed the crap out of each other! Why, back a thousand years ago-

Dayn: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *vaults straight off the wall and CLEAVES off the Wyrm's right wing*

Wyrm: ... Ow. *breathes fire at Dayn, setting him on fire with flames that burn nearly with the heat of a thousand suns*

Dayn: OH GOD, MY EVERY MOMENT OF EXISTANCE IS FLAMEY, DEATHLY AGONY! SOMEONE END IT! PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE! *stops, drops, and rolls*

Hawkslayer: O.O *frantically trying to put Dayn out*

Wyrm: You damn kids, you have my ticker riled up now! You'll pay for that. I USED TO BE A MARINE! IN THE RAF! *swinging cane wildly again*

Jerrica: I think his brains are addled by old age... cover me.

Travis: @.> Nurple nurple!

Jerrica: Or not. *ninjas away*

Wyrm: *Breathes fire at Jerrica, setting her on fire*

Hawkslayer: 0.o You're on your own... *walks away*

Jerrica: I HATE ALL OF YOU!

Dutchess: >_>

Dutchess: <_<

Dutchess: >_>

Dutchess: _>

Dutchess: >

Dutchess: *gone*

Wyrm: Hahahaha! This chaos gig is the best thing I ever set up! Andor will be so proud of me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-u... oh... *looks down at chest, then falls over, lifeless*

Dayn: ... you're _kidding_ me... *is singed*

Jerrica:... *is singed*

Travis: @_^ maw maw popoppoopopopoPOOOP. Gyehehehehe... NYAH! *is still on fire*

After a lowly anticlimatic fight (except for that time when Travis killed 300 (or maybe only like... 3) of them, at the cost of his own conciousness and/or soul), the heroes are free to enter the Wyrm's lair at last, and find... The Elemental Orb of Fire! Let's hope that whatever battles they face are more interesting than this. You know what? I'm taking a sick day. See ya, director. And NO, I am not telling you what to expect, so HA! *shot*