Agrabah 2
“Agrabah” Chapter 4. Iago had finally managed to mangle his self from out of his imprisonment. And was now flying over and under fallen rocks, and crumbling buildings. “Man remind me not to piss off Jafar, so temperamental.” He squawked. As he made his way through the destroyed streets of what was once a grand bazaar. “Doesn’t he know he can’t rule a city, if he don’t have a city left.” He rolled his eyes in disgust. The parrot, heard a strange noise behind him and quickly rotated his head to take a peak. Slithering out from one of the homes was one of Jafar’s new army, a larger then life serpent that was dragging a screaming woman from out of her home, by her legs. “Talk about ugly!” Igao grimaced, and slammed right into the chest of another foul creature. Falling head first to the ground in a limp, moaning pile. “Masssterrr, wants the humans, take them allll.” The beetle chattered. Looking down at the colorful mass of feathers, “Dinnnner.” He plucked the parrot up lifting him to his salvia dripping mouth. “No .. No.. NOOO.” Igao wailed pathetically, spinning and twirling to get away. “I taste bad. All stringy! You wont like me, I’ll give you gas!” He pleaded trying to convince this creature to let him go. The creature just laughed dropping him closer to his jaws. “Plop.” A parrot turd landed in the monsters large compound eye, the white goop getting stuck in his six sided eye compartments, giving just enough of a surprise power for Iago to escapee as the beetle, dropped to the ground trying to cleanse his eyes off with one of his long antenna. The terrified bird, dove down the first sewer hole, he could find. Going underground for safety. “That will teach you.” Igao said still panting with fear as he flew beneath the city and into the ancient tunnels. Jafar walked proudly to the railing of the palace looking down at all the people who were now under his command, working and slaving away to build the Evil Gin, a monument to honor himself. “The new High ruler, the King of Agrabah; And the world.” Just below him another, whack and slice at the wind echoed as one more worthless slave was being punished for not working fast enough. “I love the sound of pain in the morning. So refreshing.” He said turning and moving back in side. His banquet of food, and women was now due, as he strutted towards the handcuffed and now submissive ladies that his creatures had collected. Large mind controlling collars had been latched around every one of there beautiful necks, giving him the power to keep them at bay. Agrabah was not the only city he’d now overtaken, Egypt, the Grecian city’s. The roman Empire, and parts of England and Africa was now under his control, and worst of all his devilish powers were just becoming stronger. And all thanks to a wish. Jafar grinned, walking past the women and towards the Middle Eastern male who had mistakenly set him free. “So are you enjoying your three wishes?” he cackled fiendishly. Kicking the beaten man in the leg with his pointed toe shoes. Abdul looked back up towards the Evil Gin through a blackened eye, his hands fighting with the ropes that bound him. “You’re a monster!” Abdul spat, in rage. Jafar lifted his head arrogantly. “Yes I am!...” He said chortling concededly. “But you can only blame your self, for you being foolish enough to free, me and release me from my vows of being bound to the lamp!” “You tricked me!” Abdul yelled back. “Yes….. “ Jafar thought for a moment. “Yes I did.” With that he turned walking back towards a snake like guard who had dragged another victim in. This new female was lovely, with short red hair, and full soft features. Jafar smirked at the screaming cursing female, and nodded to the guard to leave. The snake lowered his elongated head dropping the woman in a heap on the floor then slithered back out to find more human slaves for his master. The woman panted and tugged herself from off the marble glistening palace floor, her clothes now tattered, and ripped. “Welcome .” Jafar said sliding his long boney fingers under the woman’s chin and lifting it to look in her face. She had a very thin, nose and beautiful hazel eyes, that seamed to light with the power of defiance. She slapped his wrist and clambered backwards to get away. “Some welcome!” she seethed, trying to put some distance between her, and the man who just reverberated evil with his ice cold eyes. Squatting to get closer and to examine her further, Jafars’ face softened. “What’s your name?“ He questioned, lifting his hands and magically appearing a goblet of fine wine, then handing it towards the trembling woman. She frowned, knowing that what ever he wanted, she wasn’t willing to accept. “I didn’t bring you here to hurt you.” He said now smiling, but the catty like grin never quite reached his eyes. Her thirst, and the grumbling of her belly outweighed her senses as she reluctantly latched her fingers around the stem. “Linda.” She whispered quickly downing the red drink until the cup was again empty. “Why?” she began to question, only to get cut off. “Why are you here? To be my toy what else.” Jafar roared. The metal of the goblet, began to melt and change shapes quickly jumping from the woman’s’ hand to her neck were it became, more then a beautiful charmed choker, it was a way to command the woman with mind control. Jafar stood up laughing as the woman squirmed, and fought to get it off then her eyes went dark and she passed out. “One more of my favorites.” He stood his eyes once again roaming over the woman, as one more of his bugs dragged the woman to be changed, and washed. “Agrabah” Chapter 5, Lion-o lowered the sword of omens, firmly sliding it into the big rock just beneath his one foot. Once imbedded into the stone it growled and shrunk to its smaller form, The Eye of Thundera. “So this creature Jafar, is also a Gin?” He asked. Making sure he understood the situation completely before risking the Thundercats lives; on a unknown foe. “What’s wrong with him?” The Genie questioned, making loopy movements with his fingers. “Didn’t we all just say that!” He snorted at Lion-o transforming himself into a shadow at the lions back. Making the image grow a big poofy butt, and pointed rabbit ears. Jasmine started to giggle, but the lion was impervious to what was happening behind him. “Ok… we need to go into the city do a reconnaissance mission to see what’s going on, then head to the palace.” “Whoa wait!” Aladdin said moving closer to the Lion who at least doubled his own size in every way. He began flapping his arms. “I don’t agree. We head straight to the palace and give Jafar, the attack of a life time.” Slamming his fists together for emphasis. Lord Lion-o sighed, rubbing a strong hand through his scarlet mane; trying very hard to keep his cool. “Do you know what’s going out side? Or how many troupes were up against?” The Arabian prince, bit his lip and lowered his eyes to the ground. “Well. No.” “Then what makes you assume that this Jafar is acting purely on magic?” The lion turned to Tygra who was nodding in agreement, with what he was saying. “He can not control an entire city, from a perch at the palace. He must have some way to see all, we must find out what that is and destroy it.” Back behind Lion-o the Gin had morphed himself into about a dozen different shapes, everything from picking his butt, and nose, to the current form of him being a pregnant woman holding a pack of screaming babies. “Excuse me Lion-o but I wasn’t aware we were going to get a show with dinner.” Tara said aggravated standing up and grabbing the Gin’s long tail and tugging him away from behind the lion. Lion-o turned back chuckling as his wife dragged the blue Gin off. “Stop man handling me!” Genie squealed raking his fingers down the rock surface Of the floor. “Or if you want to man handle me, a bit higher please.” He moaned flakily.” Tara plopped down perching on the Gin’s back. “You behave for five minutes.” Tara ordered intertwining her fingers around the Gin’s long black pony tail. “Spoil sport.” Genie grumbled plunking his face in the ground pathetically. Panthro chucked quietly wishing he’d come up with that about an hour ago. Bengalli moved through the crowd, and crouched down next to Tara and the Gin. “Are you going to give me my weapon back yet?” “No.” The Gin mumbled. “I need my weapon.” The white tiger, said again this time more insistent. “No….” Genie said again flatly, spitting out a mouth full of dirt. “That’s the mighty plunger of doom; no one can survive from it.. Trust me.” He grinned mischievously. The tiger swung the wooden handle over his shoulder frustrated, stalking off. Kit and Kat barricaded their mouths with there hands trying so hard to contain their laughter. So they wouldn’t interrupt Lion-o and Aladdin’s plan making. While the Thundercats organized; a small bird with a very big mouth, turned his head lifting his feathers up to his ears so he could hear better. Hiding behind a few crumbled rocks, then peeking out every now and again to see. “Oh Jafar will be very interested in this.” Iago mumbled to himself. Back inside the Palace: A hand few of the finest maidens attended to the new concubine that had been hand picked by Jafar. As they soothed cool rags over her forehead trying to get this ruby haired woman to revive. “Oh… man I say next time that funky rat comes squirming his ashy ass in this room, We beat him in the head with what ever we can get our hands on.” A tiny high spirited woman spoke up. Her beautiful chocolate skin glimmering in the low lighting. And her dark hair glistening with jewels, and beads, that matched her low laying belly dancing out fit. “Oh please Shay! Like we can get the upper hand on that buffoon, he’s too strong, you remember what happened last time we tried.” Linxie snorted kicking at the wall with her pointed toe shoe. Then spinning and leaning against it; Her long pony tail swishing above her head as she moved. A small green skinned woman slowly clambered down from the rafters where she’d been hiding. Relived that when the door opened it wasn’t the evil Jafar himself. “If I only had my exploding acorns, id blow him a new rear!” She seethed hating him more then anything. Kitra, stood up and walked to the center of the room where a beautiful silver font sat in the middle of the floor, constantly dripping water into a pool. Taking the rag she refreshed towel then returned it back to the new woman’s forehead. The room was full of women who had been collected from all over, the best of the best the most beautiful and ravaging ladies, and all brought to the palace for Jafar’s pleasure. There was Spark, Liger, and Lyonnara. All extremely intelligent, and from different parts of the world; Princesses themselves in there own right. The door opened one more time and a jester came bouncing in the room his bells, dingeling as he ran. “I’ve come to cheer you up with my tales of merry and mirth.” He said hopping about. “Jason!! OUT!” Linxie ordered with a heavy drawn fist. “If your not going to help us escapee were not going to listen to your nonsense.” The jester’s head drooped, as he dragged his scepter, and himself back out the door, looking defeated. “Agrabah.” Chapter 6 Once, the plans had been arranged, the group gathered their weapons. Then hastily made there way back through the maze of tunnels. Aladdin had now realized that Lion-o was the man with the plans, but that didn’t mean something wasn’t going to go wrong. The Thundercats, made sure that the Sultan stay behind, just to keep him safe. The Genie happy obliged him a huge feast, and a few toys for him to play with to keep the old man entertained. Although Lion-o protested that the princess didn’t join them, she refused stubbornly. Aladdin was in the lead since he knew these tunnels better then any one. Most of his life he’d been a street urchin, and he’d often play in the underground tunnels. Unknown to anyone the sneaky parrot assumed this was a good time to make him self scarce and quickly flapped up and out of the tunnels. “I have to get to Jafar to warn him!” He squawked. “This way.” The Arabian man said, bristly hopping up a wall of collapsed boulders. His dark shaggy hair, whipping about him as he moved, up one dangerous overhang to the nest. The other nobles right on his hills, easily maneuvering up and over. The lion stood back nervously watching the Princess try to scale the wall. “Princess.. Jasmine. I can carry you up, if you would allow me.” The lion said, making sure that he was close enough to grab her, incase those slippery odd shoes would make her fall. Jasmine glared down from her perch, her eyes full of fire. “First you want to leave me here, now you want to carry me?” She snorted. “I am not helpless thank you!” With that she continued her trek upwards, leaving the lion standing there stumped. “Don’t take it personal.” Tara said nudging the lion. “Most Arabian women at this time were very high spirited. Especially her.” Tara winked and began to climb as well. Lifting the hem of her skirt, and sliding into the waist, leaving her long legs almost bare, so she could maneuver. A long climbing rope, whizzed through the air, anchoring itself in the rocks above. The Genie was dressed in the typical mountain climbing outfit, as he began to huff and pant, “Cant make it!” he said dramatically. His arms shaking, and his head dripping in perspiration. He inched up the rope a few more centimeters. “Going to die!” He wailed. Gripping the rope so tightly his knuckles were white. “Hay Lion-o can I have that ride you offered?” He smirked. Lion-o just shook his head at the Genie, ignoring him completely and quickly scaled the wall of boulders. Puffing into smoke the Gin arrived at the top just as the lion did. Jasmine and Aladdin stood holding each other, as shock and disbelief consumed them. Looking down from the top of the sandy plateau, they glanced over the top of the city. Once this had been the hub of the world, now nothing but smoldering rubble and badly damaged homes. “Were too late.” Aladdin mumbled softly. “Were never too late.” Tygra clamped one of his strong hands down on Aladdin’s shoulder; trying to bring him comfort. The gin’s full chin dropped to the ground, His eyes bright and wide. “Guess, Jafars into the lets destroy the world look. And although it might be appealing to him; remind me never to hire him as a decorator.” Puffing in a paint brush and a can of paint the Gin began to decorate some of the rocks at his feet. “Don’t know what do you think? Purple will be then new look for the city?” “Eeek.” Leanna squealed and pulled Myra down next to her, as they peered over a big bolder. “Is that what I think it is?” Pointing towards the most frightening creature she’d ever seen, about twenty feet down there was two huge snakes, flicking there tongues and talking to each other. A big Scarab beetle crawled towards the snakes. “Jafar said move those prisoners to the holding cell. Are you two deaf!” He shouted, waving his bug like arms. As he pointed to two terrified children, who were huddling in the corner, crying, with there hand bound. Leanna turned still squatting and motioned for Lion-o to come closer, he crouched down quickly making his way to where the other women were. “I know how Jafar’s controlling the city.” Leanna whispered pointing to the situation below. “With bugs! Reptiles, and all kinds of creepy crawlies.” She said cringing at the thought. “Snakes…. Why did it have to be snakes.” She muttered. “Great Jaga… the entire city is just infested with them.” Lion-o drew the women’s’ attention to the city that was almost laid out like a map below them, everything just seemed to be slithering, or crawling with arachnids. Chills ran up and down Myra’s spine. “Can I go home now?” She said only half teasing with that comment. The curious Snarf toddled towards the group. Snarf almost let out a horrified shriek then quickly covered his mouth with his hands. “Oh man again, I’m with out my bug spray.” “Snarf you know damn well that spray of yours don’t work at home, with the gigantic insects, what makes you assume it will do any good against this?” Panthro growled. “The only thing I know that bugs don’t like is, fire.” Myra gave the panther a odd look. “Right, and Aladdin’s just going to allow us to torch the rest of the city to get rid of the infestation?” A mischievous grin appeared on the lions lips. “Perhaps not, but we do have the power to make it look like its on fire, at least that may make them scatter.” He nodded towards the Gin who was still painting, this time dirty artwork on the wall. “Agrabah” Chapter7 Jafar, leaned his head back, resting in a big bathing tub full of scented musk oils. His arms stretched out on both sides of the deep marble wash tub. As his women tended to his every need. Adahilia was working on his now raison pruned toes cutting his disgusting toe nails and filing them down from the sharp broken ones they had been before. The beautiful woman known as SpaceAngel, was plopping seedless grapes in his mouth and wishing to strangle her self with anything available. But because of the mind warping choke collar, she’ was unable to go against the evil Gin’s will. Spark was washing his greasy hair, with the strongest lie soap she could find, to get the gunk and grime of her new master. He’s smile was slick enough with out the extra oil seeping through his black locks. “Jaf… faaaarrr!” Screeched a familiar voice as it flapped through the open window interrupting the devilish mans bath. Cringing the Gin rose his finger pointing it toward the over excited parrot zapping him with a electric charge. “Iago, I left you in that lamp on purpose, now go away or die!” He roared angrily. The bird tumbled to the ground, skidding across the floor and plopping in the dirty bath water. Jafar rolled his eyes, realizing that didn’t go according to plan. A few moments’ later, the wet bird came up gasping. Flapping wildly to try to escape from the bubbling water, and the fact that Jafar was sitting in there butt naked. “I came to warn you, and this is what I get!” He cawed, finally hopping out of the water, and shaking off his wet and still smoldering feathers. “Warn me of what?” The Evil man said sitting up fast suddenly interested. “Ohh no.. I’m not telling you nothing, not after what you just did.” Iago said crooning his feathers as he hobbled back towards the window. “All I know is I’m going to need some serious therapy after seeing your nasty brown ass.” Un-amused, Jafar flicked his fingers again and unforeseen hands plucked the bird up by the neck dragging him back towards the Gin. “Now… what were you going to tell me?” His dark eyes glimmering with demonic thoughts. “Or perhaps Iago, you’d rather be my dinner tonight, and see me from the inside out?” “A..l..a..d..d...i..n.” The parrot forced out through his diminishing air pipe as it constricted against his will. Jafar’s magic dissipated, dropping the poor pathetically wet bird to the floor. “You will tell me everything. Won’t you Iago?” He grinned, motioning for the new harem girl Linda to bring his towel. Standing up and walking up the bathing tubs steps. Linda moved towards her master, holding up a cream colored towel, quickly drying of his bronzed dewdrop coated body, then wrapping it around his waist. Lowering her head in shame and moving off; her strawberry hair, once again hiding her eyes. Before the parrot had a chance to warn his evil lord, Jafar’s attention was drawn else where, to a billowing plume of smoke. Flinging open one of the arched doors that led towards the balcony he walked out side, surveying the scene. “What’s THIS!!” He shouted looking down as the entire city was aflame. “Its not real.” Iago volunteered, as he half flapped and waddled towards Jafar. “It’s the Genie, he’s working with some strange foreign warlords, to get rid of you.” Scowling he reached down and lowered his finger to Iago, allowing him to climb up in his hand. “You must tell me all you know of them.” He said as he watched his army quickly flea, terrified of the now unstoppable flames. He knew he had the power to put a end to this, to bring back his army with one flick of his all powerful fingers, yet that would surely make whoever did this realize he was on to them. And that hand, he didn’t wish to give away so soon. “Agrabah” Chapter 8 The Thundercats, and the prince and princess, bolted through the now empty city. Dashing right through the flames, the fire seamed to dance off their hair, making each of them have a ora of light. It appeared to be burring but never injuring. “Wow, now this is what I call a weenie roast.” The blue Gin giggled happily as he stood there cooking hotdogs over the magical fire, with long metal sticks. Aladdin glanced backwards rolling his eyes. “Genie we might need you are you coming?” “Yes AL, don’t get you unies in a knot. All this running around made me hungry.” The Gin plopped about ten smoldering hot dogs in his mouth, and disappeared. “This way.” Jasmine yelled, making her way through the market, the Thundercats close behind, bounding and jumping over broken rocks. And a street full of food and clothing laying in heaps. The glowing embers of the sun were finally submitting to the will of the night and leaving Agrabah under a cloak of Star field darkness. If it weren’t for the illusion of the fire, they group would have been traveling through utter night. Finally reaching the outer wall of the Palace, the group stopped just for a moment to gather there, breaths. Standing before Jafar in all their dismal splendor, were three shadowed forms. “You do understand what I ask of each of you do you not?” Jafar hissed, through semi clenched teeth. “You must be vicious, strike with out remorse, with out feeling I want them to suffer.” He waved his bony hand towards the new comers. One male stretched his leathery wings to the sky. “Jafar you are beginning to boar me,” Zhyan the archangel of destruction, said smirking mischievously. His long lilac colored hair swishing from its floor length pony tail; and his black and silver metal warlord out fit shimmering with the light of the flames just out side the window. At his hips were two swords, displayed in leather, sheaths. A richly, fragrant cigar wafted up in smoldering trails around another creatures head. Showing goat like horns that adorned his forehead, his eyes lit devilishly with a demonic fire burning deep with in. “Why… should we help you?” He sneered dangerously, exhaling another long winded plume of smoke through the corner of his mouth. Jafar approached, his red and black cape trailing the ground as he walked. ‘Because, you loathe anything good and noble, just as much as I. Help me Sinastral and you will also aid yourself will you not?” The devil cocked his head ever so slightly in agreement. “We shall see Jafar.” The sound of a semi automatic gun cocked. As Jafar turned to the last of the three males that were each deadly in there own right. “Just how much are you willing to pay?” The man said removing his dark leather hat, just long enough to brush back his straggly black hair. His face, and arms were a scared by more then one battle mark. “Payment? How much you receive depends upon what you do Gaston Schwenk.” The Evil Gin hissed. “They will be expecting me, they know my powers. And that’s why I require your services.” The human male scowled, lowering the rifle again to his hip. “I only work for money Jafar, not promises.” He seethed threatening to back away. “Gaston, trust me you shall have it.” Jafar said grabbing the males shoulders that were hidden beneath the long leathery trench coat. And lead him to a room full to the brim with treasure, gold, and fine jewels. ‘You can have your pick, if you serve me.” Gaston’s eyes darkened with the very idea of what a tenth of this loot would be worth. “Very well Jafar, I’m in…. for now.” He stated slyly. “Good then if all is settled, Go.. they have just arrived at the Palace wall. Stop them, defeat them and let them not forget who there dealing with.” Jafar cackled as he crept back towards the throne plopping himself down arrogantly. Leaning back and twisting his crooked beard. The three men each left the throne room in there own distinct way. Zhyan’s wings rose again, this time carrying him up into the star drenched heavens. Gaston turned, sundering out the main door from which he came. And Sinistral vanished in a plume of dark smoke, leaving nothing but smoking ash where he once stood. Igao once again flapped towards Jafar landing softly on his boney shoulder. “I don’t get it.. Jafar aren’t you more powerful then each of those losers?” Jafar tossed his head back in a deep throated laugh. ‘That I am, Iago. That I am.. but why waist my energy and power, on only the first battle. Let these cat creatures and Aladdin have but a small taste of what’s in store for them!” Agrabah Chapter 9 Three deadly assassins lurked just off in the shadows, casting demonic and deadly eyes towards their new prey. Zhyan could almost feel the warm liquid, ready to be spilt pounding through the cat like creatures veins. His wings shuddering with the expectations of what this battle might bring. Zhyan was a creature of magic, extremely powerful, and judging by this small band of rebels, using his magic would just be pointless. He could take them down swift enough with his sword. The angels eyes glimmered cockily down from his perch high above the wall; as his warlord gaze traveled, ascertaining the strength of the small group. Oh yes, his vanity wouldn't allow for him to destroy them so quickly. The archangel crouched, on the top of one of the pillars, slowly slipping out his favorite curved sword from out of its sheath ready to strike; when he picked out his first target. Sinastral was not more then ten feet from rebellion party. The creature had morphed and changed forms, and was now an innocent looking rat scurrying along the wall. He was listening intently to the conversations that were happening and gaining as much information as possible. Usually a much needed device for his twisted plots. The more he learned, the more vulnerable they would become, as he mentally distinguished each of his enemy's greatest fears, and weaknesses. Gaston Schwenk had made his way to one of the empty buildings, crouching in the rubble, his gun and sights all ready focused on his enemy’s. When he caught a glimpse at just how many women were among these strangers. Scowling he swept some of the sweat from his brow and returned to the telescopic equipment. Shooting females was something he did quiet often, but there was just something about the new women, that had his lower regions screaming for a different kind of attack. "Focus Gaston." The human male mumbled to himself, trying to bring his body back from it’s rather, uncomfortable position. "Damn it! He cussed sliding down the rock face. Carefully setting down the gun at his side, and fumbling through his pockets he grasped a small vile withdrawing it, along with two of his black handled daggers. Uncorking the lid he quickly poured the steaming potion over the metallic surface. Lion-o and Panthro were busy trying to analyze the door, figuring out what was the best way to enter the palace. "I don't like this." Wily Kit said soothing her hands over her flesh that was now covered with goose bumps. "Were too much out in the open, and could be attacked from any direction." "Agreed..." Tygra said. his eyes, constantly searching for any movement in the dimly lit night. "However we don't have much choice. Aladdin and Jasmine escaped the palace through the tunnels, going back in that way the evil Jafar would certainly be expecting it." "If he's as all powerful as you say.... what makes you assume he doesn’t know were here all ready?" Kit snorted. Tygra's jaw clinched. "We don't… Were just hoping for the best." Tara, stumbled her way towards the other ladies who were all sitting and gaining information about the inside of the palace from the princess. The hybrid leaned over, running her hand down the side of the wall. "I'm getting a really strange headache,” She said trying to gather her wits about her, she was growing dizzy, and quiet pale. Gingerly she sat down in the sand rubbing her forehead. "Tara?" You don’t look yourself." Leanna looked up worriedly and grabbed the hybrid arm helping her to sit down before she fell down; her entire body was just clammy to the touch. "I don't feel myself." The hybrid moaned having another bad headache serge through her body. Making her hunch over in pain. Just above the group the angel sat smirking. "Oh no you don't woman." He grinned, blocking her visions, and power's, with his own. The thing about magic is, its easy for those who are ordained with the power, to pick up and understand other's untrained powers. The simple reason was why he was able to quickly surmise this woman was a bit different, had more mental abilities then the others. And with a bit of concentration it was easily enough contained. Leanna waved towards, Lion-o just as the sword of omens let out a roar of warning. Lion-o sprang into action, withdrawing his ancient blade; hesitating long enough to bring the hit towards his eyes. "Sword of Omens..." the lion started his speech only to be silenced. Zhyan's wings spread, quickly swooping down towards Lord Lion-o. "Give me... aaaah!" The lion's arm was the first causality in the war. Wincing and spinning, now face to face with the lilac haired angel, who's blade was covered in fresh crimson and a look of complete satisfaction on his face. The lion barely had a chance to react when again Zhyan' lunged forwards both of there blades clanking as they met in heated battle. "Jafar I assume?" Lion-o questioned, as the two pulled back, quickly realizing that they had both underestimated the other opponent’s strength. The angels face scowled, "Don't insult me!" He spat, sliding out his blade from his left hip, so now both hands were welding weapons. Meeting once again with the lion's sword.
“Agrabah” Chapter 4. Iago had finally managed to mangle his self from out of his imprisonment. And was now flying over and under fallen rocks, and crumbling buildings. “Man remind me not to piss off Jafar, so temperamental.” He squawked. As he made his way through the destroyed streets of what was once a grand bazaar. “Doesn’t he know he can’t rule a city, if he don’t have a city left.” He rolled his eyes in disgust. The parrot, heard a strange noise behind him and quickly rotated his head to take a peak. Slithering out from one of the homes was one of Jafar’s new army, a larger then life serpent that was dragging a screaming woman from out of her home, by her legs. “Talk about ugly!” Igao grimaced, and slammed right into the chest of another foul creature. Falling head first to the ground in a limp, moaning pile. “Masssterrr, wants the humans, take them allll.” The beetle chattered. Looking down at the colorful mass of feathers, “Dinnnner.” He plucked the parrot up lifting him to his salvia dripping mouth. “No .. No.. NOOO.” Igao wailed pathetically, spinning and twirling to get away. “I taste bad. All stringy! You wont like me, I’ll give you gas!” He pleaded trying to convince this creature to let him go. The creature just laughed dropping him closer to his jaws. “Plop.” A parrot turd landed in the monsters large compound eye, the white goop getting stuck in his six sided eye compartments, giving just enough of a surprise power for Iago to escapee as the beetle, dropped to the ground trying to cleanse his eyes off with one of his long antenna. The terrified bird, dove down the first sewer hole, he could find. Going underground for safety. “That will teach you.” Igao said still panting with fear as he flew beneath the city and into the ancient tunnels. Jafar walked proudly to the railing of the palace looking down at all the people who were now under his command, working and slaving away to build the Evil Gin, a monument to honor himself. “The new High ruler, the King of Agrabah; And the world.” Just below him another, whack and slice at the wind echoed as one more worthless slave was being punished for not working fast enough. “I love the sound of pain in the morning. So refreshing.” He said turning and moving back in side. His banquet of food, and women was now due, as he strutted towards the handcuffed and now submissive ladies that his creatures had collected. Large mind controlling collars had been latched around every one of there beautiful necks, giving him the power to keep them at bay. Agrabah was not the only city he’d now overtaken, Egypt, the Grecian city’s. The roman Empire, and parts of England and Africa was now under his control, and worst of all his devilish powers were just becoming stronger. And all thanks to a wish. Jafar grinned, walking past the women and towards the Middle Eastern male who had mistakenly set him free. “So are you enjoying your three wishes?” he cackled fiendishly. Kicking the beaten man in the leg with his pointed toe shoes. Abdul looked back up towards the Evil Gin through a blackened eye, his hands fighting with the ropes that bound him. “You’re a monster!” Abdul spat, in rage. Jafar lifted his head arrogantly. “Yes I am!...” He said chortling concededly. “But you can only blame your self, for you being foolish enough to free, me and release me from my vows of being bound to the lamp!” “You tricked me!” Abdul yelled back. “Yes….. “ Jafar thought for a moment. “Yes I did.” With that he turned walking back towards a snake like guard who had dragged another victim in. This new female was lovely, with short red hair, and full soft features. Jafar smirked at the screaming cursing female, and nodded to the guard to leave. The snake lowered his elongated head dropping the woman in a heap on the floor then slithered back out to find more human slaves for his master. The woman panted and tugged herself from off the marble glistening palace floor, her clothes now tattered, and ripped. “Welcome .” Jafar said sliding his long boney fingers under the woman’s chin and lifting it to look in her face. She had a very thin, nose and beautiful hazel eyes, that seamed to light with the power of defiance. She slapped his wrist and clambered backwards to get away. “Some welcome!” she seethed, trying to put some distance between her, and the man who just reverberated evil with his ice cold eyes. Squatting to get closer and to examine her further, Jafars’ face softened. “What’s your name?“ He questioned, lifting his hands and magically appearing a goblet of fine wine, then handing it towards the trembling woman. She frowned, knowing that what ever he wanted, she wasn’t willing to accept. “I didn’t bring you here to hurt you.” He said now smiling, but the catty like grin never quite reached his eyes. Her thirst, and the grumbling of her belly outweighed her senses as she reluctantly latched her fingers around the stem. “Linda.” She whispered quickly downing the red drink until the cup was again empty. “Why?” she began to question, only to get cut off. “Why are you here? To be my toy what else.” Jafar roared. The metal of the goblet, began to melt and change shapes quickly jumping from the woman’s’ hand to her neck were it became, more then a beautiful charmed choker, it was a way to command the woman with mind control. Jafar stood up laughing as the woman squirmed, and fought to get it off then her eyes went dark and she passed out. “One more of my favorites.” He stood his eyes once again roaming over the woman, as one more of his bugs dragged the woman to be changed, and washed. “Agrabah” Chapter 5, Lion-o lowered the sword of omens, firmly sliding it into the big rock just beneath his one foot. Once imbedded into the stone it growled and shrunk to its smaller form, The Eye of Thundera. “So this creature Jafar, is also a Gin?” He asked. Making sure he understood the situation completely before risking the Thundercats lives; on a unknown foe. “What’s wrong with him?” The Genie questioned, making loopy movements with his fingers. “Didn’t we all just say that!” He snorted at Lion-o transforming himself into a shadow at the lions back. Making the image grow a big poofy butt, and pointed rabbit ears. Jasmine started to giggle, but the lion was impervious to what was happening behind him. “Ok… we need to go into the city do a reconnaissance mission to see what’s going on, then head to the palace.” “Whoa wait!” Aladdin said moving closer to the Lion who at least doubled his own size in every way. He began flapping his arms. “I don’t agree. We head straight to the palace and give Jafar, the attack of a life time.” Slamming his fists together for emphasis. Lord Lion-o sighed, rubbing a strong hand through his scarlet mane; trying very hard to keep his cool. “Do you know what’s going out side? Or how many troupes were up against?” The Arabian prince, bit his lip and lowered his eyes to the ground. “Well. No.” “Then what makes you assume that this Jafar is acting purely on magic?” The lion turned to Tygra who was nodding in agreement, with what he was saying. “He can not control an entire city, from a perch at the palace. He must have some way to see all, we must find out what that is and destroy it.” Back behind Lion-o the Gin had morphed himself into about a dozen different shapes, everything from picking his butt, and nose, to the current form of him being a pregnant woman holding a pack of screaming babies. “Excuse me Lion-o but I wasn’t aware we were going to get a show with dinner.” Tara said aggravated standing up and grabbing the Gin’s long tail and tugging him away from behind the lion. Lion-o turned back chuckling as his wife dragged the blue Gin off. “Stop man handling me!” Genie squealed raking his fingers down the rock surface Of the floor. “Or if you want to man handle me, a bit higher please.” He moaned flakily.” Tara plopped down perching on the Gin’s back. “You behave for five minutes.” Tara ordered intertwining her fingers around the Gin’s long black pony tail. “Spoil sport.” Genie grumbled plunking his face in the ground pathetically. Panthro chucked quietly wishing he’d come up with that about an hour ago. Bengalli moved through the crowd, and crouched down next to Tara and the Gin. “Are you going to give me my weapon back yet?” “No.” The Gin mumbled. “I need my weapon.” The white tiger, said again this time more insistent. “No….” Genie said again flatly, spitting out a mouth full of dirt. “That’s the mighty plunger of doom; no one can survive from it.. Trust me.” He grinned mischievously. The tiger swung the wooden handle over his shoulder frustrated, stalking off. Kit and Kat barricaded their mouths with there hands trying so hard to contain their laughter. So they wouldn’t interrupt Lion-o and Aladdin’s plan making. While the Thundercats organized; a small bird with a very big mouth, turned his head lifting his feathers up to his ears so he could hear better. Hiding behind a few crumbled rocks, then peeking out every now and again to see. “Oh Jafar will be very interested in this.” Iago mumbled to himself. Back inside the Palace: A hand few of the finest maidens attended to the new concubine that had been hand picked by Jafar. As they soothed cool rags over her forehead trying to get this ruby haired woman to revive. “Oh… man I say next time that funky rat comes squirming his ashy ass in this room, We beat him in the head with what ever we can get our hands on.” A tiny high spirited woman spoke up. Her beautiful chocolate skin glimmering in the low lighting. And her dark hair glistening with jewels, and beads, that matched her low laying belly dancing out fit. “Oh please Shay! Like we can get the upper hand on that buffoon, he’s too strong, you remember what happened last time we tried.” Linxie snorted kicking at the wall with her pointed toe shoe. Then spinning and leaning against it; Her long pony tail swishing above her head as she moved. A small green skinned woman slowly clambered down from the rafters where she’d been hiding. Relived that when the door opened it wasn’t the evil Jafar himself. “If I only had my exploding acorns, id blow him a new rear!” She seethed hating him more then anything. Kitra, stood up and walked to the center of the room where a beautiful silver font sat in the middle of the floor, constantly dripping water into a pool. Taking the rag she refreshed towel then returned it back to the new woman’s forehead. The room was full of women who had been collected from all over, the best of the best the most beautiful and ravaging ladies, and all brought to the palace for Jafar’s pleasure. There was Spark, Liger, and Lyonnara. All extremely intelligent, and from different parts of the world; Princesses themselves in there own right. The door opened one more time and a jester came bouncing in the room his bells, dingeling as he ran. “I’ve come to cheer you up with my tales of merry and mirth.” He said hopping about. “Jason!! OUT!” Linxie ordered with a heavy drawn fist. “If your not going to help us escapee were not going to listen to your nonsense.” The jester’s head drooped, as he dragged his scepter, and himself back out the door, looking defeated. “Agrabah.” Chapter 6 Once, the plans had been arranged, the group gathered their weapons. Then hastily made there way back through the maze of tunnels. Aladdin had now realized that Lion-o was the man with the plans, but that didn’t mean something wasn’t going to go wrong. The Thundercats, made sure that the Sultan stay behind, just to keep him safe. The Genie happy obliged him a huge feast, and a few toys for him to play with to keep the old man entertained. Although Lion-o protested that the princess didn’t join them, she refused stubbornly. Aladdin was in the lead since he knew these tunnels better then any one. Most of his life he’d been a street urchin, and he’d often play in the underground tunnels. Unknown to anyone the sneaky parrot assumed this was a good time to make him self scarce and quickly flapped up and out of the tunnels. “I have to get to Jafar to warn him!” He squawked. “This way.” The Arabian man said, bristly hopping up a wall of collapsed boulders. His dark shaggy hair, whipping about him as he moved, up one dangerous overhang to the nest. The other nobles right on his hills, easily maneuvering up and over. The lion stood back nervously watching the Princess try to scale the wall. “Princess.. Jasmine. I can carry you up, if you would allow me.” The lion said, making sure that he was close enough to grab her, incase those slippery odd shoes would make her fall. Jasmine glared down from her perch, her eyes full of fire. “First you want to leave me here, now you want to carry me?” She snorted. “I am not helpless thank you!” With that she continued her trek upwards, leaving the lion standing there stumped. “Don’t take it personal.” Tara said nudging the lion. “Most Arabian women at this time were very high spirited. Especially her.” Tara winked and began to climb as well. Lifting the hem of her skirt, and sliding into the waist, leaving her long legs almost bare, so she could maneuver. A long climbing rope, whizzed through the air, anchoring itself in the rocks above. The Genie was dressed in the typical mountain climbing outfit, as he began to huff and pant, “Cant make it!” he said dramatically. His arms shaking, and his head dripping in perspiration. He inched up the rope a few more centimeters. “Going to die!” He wailed. Gripping the rope so tightly his knuckles were white. “Hay Lion-o can I have that ride you offered?” He smirked. Lion-o just shook his head at the Genie, ignoring him completely and quickly scaled the wall of boulders. Puffing into smoke the Gin arrived at the top just as the lion did. Jasmine and Aladdin stood holding each other, as shock and disbelief consumed them. Looking down from the top of the sandy plateau, they glanced over the top of the city. Once this had been the hub of the world, now nothing but smoldering rubble and badly damaged homes. “Were too late.” Aladdin mumbled softly. “Were never too late.” Tygra clamped one of his strong hands down on Aladdin’s shoulder; trying to bring him comfort. The gin’s full chin dropped to the ground, His eyes bright and wide. “Guess, Jafars into the lets destroy the world look. And although it might be appealing to him; remind me never to hire him as a decorator.” Puffing in a paint brush and a can of paint the Gin began to decorate some of the rocks at his feet. “Don’t know what do you think? Purple will be then new look for the city?” “Eeek.” Leanna squealed and pulled Myra down next to her, as they peered over a big bolder. “Is that what I think it is?” Pointing towards the most frightening creature she’d ever seen, about twenty feet down there was two huge snakes, flicking there tongues and talking to each other. A big Scarab beetle crawled towards the snakes. “Jafar said move those prisoners to the holding cell. Are you two deaf!” He shouted, waving his bug like arms. As he pointed to two terrified children, who were huddling in the corner, crying, with there hand bound. Leanna turned still squatting and motioned for Lion-o to come closer, he crouched down quickly making his way to where the other women were. “I know how Jafar’s controlling the city.” Leanna whispered pointing to the situation below. “With bugs! Reptiles, and all kinds of creepy crawlies.” She said cringing at the thought. “Snakes…. Why did it have to be snakes.” She muttered. “Great Jaga… the entire city is just infested with them.” Lion-o drew the women’s’ attention to the city that was almost laid out like a map below them, everything just seemed to be slithering, or crawling with arachnids. Chills ran up and down Myra’s spine. “Can I go home now?” She said only half teasing with that comment. The curious Snarf toddled towards the group. Snarf almost let out a horrified shriek then quickly covered his mouth with his hands. “Oh man again, I’m with out my bug spray.” “Snarf you know damn well that spray of yours don’t work at home, with the gigantic insects, what makes you assume it will do any good against this?” Panthro growled. “The only thing I know that bugs don’t like is, fire.” Myra gave the panther a odd look. “Right, and Aladdin’s just going to allow us to torch the rest of the city to get rid of the infestation?” A mischievous grin appeared on the lions lips. “Perhaps not, but we do have the power to make it look like its on fire, at least that may make them scatter.” He nodded towards the Gin who was still painting, this time dirty artwork on the wall. “Agrabah” Chapter7 Jafar, leaned his head back, resting in a big bathing tub full of scented musk oils. His arms stretched out on both sides of the deep marble wash tub. As his women tended to his every need. Adahilia was working on his now raison pruned toes cutting his disgusting toe nails and filing them down from the sharp broken ones they had been before. The beautiful woman known as SpaceAngel, was plopping seedless grapes in his mouth and wishing to strangle her self with anything available. But because of the mind warping choke collar, she’ was unable to go against the evil Gin’s will. Spark was washing his greasy hair, with the strongest lie soap she could find, to get the gunk and grime of her new master. He’s smile was slick enough with out the extra oil seeping through his black locks. “Jaf… faaaarrr!” Screeched a familiar voice as it flapped through the open window interrupting the devilish mans bath. Cringing the Gin rose his finger pointing it toward the over excited parrot zapping him with a electric charge. “Iago, I left you in that lamp on purpose, now go away or die!” He roared angrily. The bird tumbled to the ground, skidding across the floor and plopping in the dirty bath water. Jafar rolled his eyes, realizing that didn’t go according to plan. A few moments’ later, the wet bird came up gasping. Flapping wildly to try to escape from the bubbling water, and the fact that Jafar was sitting in there butt naked. “I came to warn you, and this is what I get!” He cawed, finally hopping out of the water, and shaking off his wet and still smoldering feathers. “Warn me of what?” The Evil man said sitting up fast suddenly interested. “Ohh no.. I’m not telling you nothing, not after what you just did.” Iago said crooning his feathers as he hobbled back towards the window. “All I know is I’m going to need some serious therapy after seeing your nasty brown ass.” Un-amused, Jafar flicked his fingers again and unforeseen hands plucked the bird up by the neck dragging him back towards the Gin. “Now… what were you going to tell me?” His dark eyes glimmering with demonic thoughts. “Or perhaps Iago, you’d rather be my dinner tonight, and see me from the inside out?” “A..l..a..d..d...i..n.” The parrot forced out through his diminishing air pipe as it constricted against his will. Jafar’s magic dissipated, dropping the poor pathetically wet bird to the floor. “You will tell me everything. Won’t you Iago?” He grinned, motioning for the new harem girl Linda to bring his towel. Standing up and walking up the bathing tubs steps. Linda moved towards her master, holding up a cream colored towel, quickly drying of his bronzed dewdrop coated body, then wrapping it around his waist. Lowering her head in shame and moving off; her strawberry hair, once again hiding her eyes. Before the parrot had a chance to warn his evil lord, Jafar’s attention was drawn else where, to a billowing plume of smoke. Flinging open one of the arched doors that led towards the balcony he walked out side, surveying the scene. “What’s THIS!!” He shouted looking down as the entire city was aflame. “Its not real.” Iago volunteered, as he half flapped and waddled towards Jafar. “It’s the Genie, he’s working with some strange foreign warlords, to get rid of you.” Scowling he reached down and lowered his finger to Iago, allowing him to climb up in his hand. “You must tell me all you know of them.” He said as he watched his army quickly flea, terrified of the now unstoppable flames. He knew he had the power to put a end to this, to bring back his army with one flick of his all powerful fingers, yet that would surely make whoever did this realize he was on to them. And that hand, he didn’t wish to give away so soon. “Agrabah” Chapter 8 The Thundercats, and the prince and princess, bolted through the now empty city. Dashing right through the flames, the fire seamed to dance off their hair, making each of them have a ora of light. It appeared to be burring but never injuring. “Wow, now this is what I call a weenie roast.” The blue Gin giggled happily as he stood there cooking hotdogs over the magical fire, with long metal sticks. Aladdin glanced backwards rolling his eyes. “Genie we might need you are you coming?” “Yes AL, don’t get you unies in a knot. All this running around made me hungry.” The Gin plopped about ten smoldering hot dogs in his mouth, and disappeared. “This way.” Jasmine yelled, making her way through the market, the Thundercats close behind, bounding and jumping over broken rocks. And a street full of food and clothing laying in heaps. The glowing embers of the sun were finally submitting to the will of the night and leaving Agrabah under a cloak of Star field darkness. If it weren’t for the illusion of the fire, they group would have been traveling through utter night. Finally reaching the outer wall of the Palace, the group stopped just for a moment to gather there, breaths. Standing before Jafar in all their dismal splendor, were three shadowed forms. “You do understand what I ask of each of you do you not?” Jafar hissed, through semi clenched teeth. “You must be vicious, strike with out remorse, with out feeling I want them to suffer.” He waved his bony hand towards the new comers. One male stretched his leathery wings to the sky. “Jafar you are beginning to boar me,” Zhyan the archangel of destruction, said smirking mischievously. His long lilac colored hair swishing from its floor length pony tail; and his black and silver metal warlord out fit shimmering with the light of the flames just out side the window. At his hips were two swords, displayed in leather, sheaths. A richly, fragrant cigar wafted up in smoldering trails around another creatures head. Showing goat like horns that adorned his forehead, his eyes lit devilishly with a demonic fire burning deep with in. “Why… should we help you?” He sneered dangerously, exhaling another long winded plume of smoke through the corner of his mouth. Jafar approached, his red and black cape trailing the ground as he walked. ‘Because, you loathe anything good and noble, just as much as I. Help me Sinastral and you will also aid yourself will you not?” The devil cocked his head ever so slightly in agreement. “We shall see Jafar.” The sound of a semi automatic gun cocked. As Jafar turned to the last of the three males that were each deadly in there own right. “Just how much are you willing to pay?” The man said removing his dark leather hat, just long enough to brush back his straggly black hair. His face, and arms were a scared by more then one battle mark. “Payment? How much you receive depends upon what you do Gaston Schwenk.” The Evil Gin hissed. “They will be expecting me, they know my powers. And that’s why I require your services.” The human male scowled, lowering the rifle again to his hip. “I only work for money Jafar, not promises.” He seethed threatening to back away. “Gaston, trust me you shall have it.” Jafar said grabbing the males shoulders that were hidden beneath the long leathery trench coat. And lead him to a room full to the brim with treasure, gold, and fine jewels. ‘You can have your pick, if you serve me.” Gaston’s eyes darkened with the very idea of what a tenth of this loot would be worth. “Very well Jafar, I’m in…. for now.” He stated slyly. “Good then if all is settled, Go.. they have just arrived at the Palace wall. Stop them, defeat them and let them not forget who there dealing with.” Jafar cackled as he crept back towards the throne plopping himself down arrogantly. Leaning back and twisting his crooked beard. The three men each left the throne room in there own distinct way. Zhyan’s wings rose again, this time carrying him up into the star drenched heavens. Gaston turned, sundering out the main door from which he came. And Sinistral vanished in a plume of dark smoke, leaving nothing but smoking ash where he once stood. Igao once again flapped towards Jafar landing softly on his boney shoulder. “I don’t get it.. Jafar aren’t you more powerful then each of those losers?” Jafar tossed his head back in a deep throated laugh. ‘That I am, Iago. That I am.. but why waist my energy and power, on only the first battle. Let these cat creatures and Aladdin have but a small taste of what’s in store for them!” Agrabah Chapter 9 Three deadly assassins lurked just off in the shadows, casting demonic and deadly eyes towards their new prey. Zhyan could almost feel the warm liquid, ready to be spilt pounding through the cat like creatures veins. His wings shuddering with the expectations of what this battle might bring. Zhyan was a creature of magic, extremely powerful, and judging by this small band of rebels, using his magic would just be pointless. He could take them down swift enough with his sword. The angels eyes glimmered cockily down from his perch high above the wall; as his warlord gaze traveled, ascertaining the strength of the small group. Oh yes, his vanity wouldn't allow for him to destroy them so quickly. The archangel crouched, on the top of one of the pillars, slowly slipping out his favorite curved sword from out of its sheath ready to strike; when he picked out his first target. Sinastral was not more then ten feet from rebellion party. The creature had morphed and changed forms, and was now an innocent looking rat scurrying along the wall. He was listening intently to the conversations that were happening and gaining as much information as possible. Usually a much needed device for his twisted plots. The more he learned, the more vulnerable they would become, as he mentally distinguished each of his enemy's greatest fears, and weaknesses. Gaston Schwenk had made his way to one of the empty buildings, crouching in the rubble, his gun and sights all ready focused on his enemy’s. When he caught a glimpse at just how many women were among these strangers. Scowling he swept some of the sweat from his brow and returned to the telescopic equipment. Shooting females was something he did quiet often, but there was just something about the new women, that had his lower regions screaming for a different kind of attack. "Focus Gaston." The human male mumbled to himself, trying to bring his body back from it’s rather, uncomfortable position. "Damn it! He cussed sliding down the rock face. Carefully setting down the gun at his side, and fumbling through his pockets he grasped a small vile withdrawing it, along with two of his black handled daggers. Uncorking the lid he quickly poured the steaming potion over the metallic surface. Lion-o and Panthro were busy trying to analyze the door, figuring out what was the best way to enter the palace. "I don't like this." Wily Kit said soothing her hands over her flesh that was now covered with goose bumps. "Were too much out in the open, and could be attacked from any direction." "Agreed..." Tygra said. his eyes, constantly searching for any movement in the dimly lit night. "However we don't have much choice. Aladdin and Jasmine escaped the palace through the tunnels, going back in that way the evil Jafar would certainly be expecting it." "If he's as all powerful as you say.... what makes you assume he doesn’t know were here all ready?" Kit snorted. Tygra's jaw clinched. "We don't… Were just hoping for the best." Tara, stumbled her way towards the other ladies who were all sitting and gaining information about the inside of the palace from the princess. The hybrid leaned over, running her hand down the side of the wall. "I'm getting a really strange headache,” She said trying to gather her wits about her, she was growing dizzy, and quiet pale. Gingerly she sat down in the sand rubbing her forehead. "Tara?" You don’t look yourself." Leanna looked up worriedly and grabbed the hybrid arm helping her to sit down before she fell down; her entire body was just clammy to the touch. "I don't feel myself." The hybrid moaned having another bad headache serge through her body. Making her hunch over in pain. Just above the group the angel sat smirking. "Oh no you don't woman." He grinned, blocking her visions, and power's, with his own. The thing about magic is, its easy for those who are ordained with the power, to pick up and understand other's untrained powers. The simple reason was why he was able to quickly surmise this woman was a bit different, had more mental abilities then the others. And with a bit of concentration it was easily enough contained. Leanna waved towards, Lion-o just as the sword of omens let out a roar of warning. Lion-o sprang into action, withdrawing his ancient blade; hesitating long enough to bring the hit towards his eyes. "Sword of Omens..." the lion started his speech only to be silenced. Zhyan's wings spread, quickly swooping down towards Lord Lion-o. "Give me... aaaah!" The lion's arm was the first causality in the war. Wincing and spinning, now face to face with the lilac haired angel, who's blade was covered in fresh crimson and a look of complete satisfaction on his face. The lion barely had a chance to react when again Zhyan' lunged forwards both of there blades clanking as they met in heated battle. "Jafar I assume?" Lion-o questioned, as the two pulled back, quickly realizing that they had both underestimated the other opponent’s strength. The angels face scowled, "Don't insult me!" He spat, sliding out his blade from his left hip, so now both hands were welding weapons. Meeting once again with the lion's sword.