The New Warfang Chronicles Chp 7The New Warfang Chronicle Chp 7The New Warfang Chronicles Chp 7 by Masterblaster1234
Calm Before the Storm
"P-Phoenix!?!" Soul stammered before greeting her with a tad bit more skill, "It is so good to see you again!"
"I should have known you were made of some stern stuff." Bolt chuckled as he rose from his laying position to standing up.
"It is really nice to see everyone again." Phoenix stated a smile on her face.
"It is great to see you again!" Spyro commented glad to see her again.
"Yeah for the longest time we had no idea what happened to you!" Cynder pointed out just happy to see the fire dragoness again.
"Where did Cole and the girls get off to?" Bolt stated noticing their absence from the room.
"They left about an hour ago. Apparently something came up that they had to take care of." Phoenix told them.
"Alright then so I guess that is it then. What happened to you Phoenix?" Bolt asked her curious.
"That is a long story but I don’t think we have enough time for that now." Phoenix stated looking out at the sun, "A
Death Battle: Alex Mercer vs. Cole MacGrathDeath Battle: Alex Mercer vs. Cole MacGrath by Phan2Angel7
Master Gentleman: Fantastic, we’ve compiled all the votes and considered every angle. Mr. Spidercide, you know what that means?
Impulsive Spidercide: It’s time for a Death Battle. Woo.
New York City
Cole MacGrath surveyed the warzone that was Times Square. Every street, every boulevard, blockaded by the military desperately fighting off the infected. It conveniently left the street conspicuously open like an arena, strangely enough, but that probably wasn’t important.
“I picked a hell of a time to go on vacation.”
Alex Mercer landed gracefully a yard away, rising to face his rival at eye level. The two stared. Cole’s fists balled and were encompassed by electricity. Mercer flexed his biomass-shifting abilities, his limbs assuming many different shapes as a show of intimidation.
They were ready to settle this rivalry once and for all.
Mercer took initiative. The Whipfist shot fourth, zipping through the air in the blink of an