Rematch with Jormund II

Jormund came flying straight towards Fred, Marcus and Tarena. Fortunately Marcus produced a dome of light around them, protecting them from Jormund's flame breath.

"Why didn't Jeanne ever try that?" asked Fred.

"Her style was more offensive than defence" replied Tarena.

Daenerys took advantage of Jormund's distraction and slammed into him. Jormund decided to focus his attention on other dragon. Daenerys remained close to the ground, wanting to help Marcus use his Sword of Light.

Marcus switched off the dome. Fred went into his incubus and tried to shoot flames at Jormund.

"So you're still alive" said Jormund, "honestly, from our last battle, I think I might have overestimated you. Nothing you have works on me. But why take chance? I'll kill you right now"

Jormund breathed fire at Fred.

"You forget, an incubus is also immune to fire" he said.

"Then I'll just crush you!"

Jormund landed on the ground and tried to stomp on Fred. Seeing his chance, Marcus ran at Jormund.

Jormund slammed his claw down on Fred, attempting to crush him. Seeing Fred in danger, Daenerys flew at Jormund, shoving him away. Unfortunately this meant Jormund was further away from Marcus' sword.

Jormund pinned Daenerys to the ground.

"You stupid fool, can't you see everything I do is for the good of the mortal races?"

"Oh don't give me that crap" said Fred, "your father told me all about you. He told me that you were created from the negative thoughts he had at the time. You could never have been good no matter how hard you tried and that's the tragedy of Jormund, the Black Dragon"

"My father was no true dragon!"

"And how many true dragons were there?"

Jormund was taken aback. Most of the dragons had been against Jormund's idea of enslaving the mortal races.

"There are still dragon eggs out there, I will find them and build an army of them"

"Oh, you want to know something else, you policies of enslaving the mortals is probably why organisations like the Order of Saint Joan exist in the first place. All you've done is add to the problem with the mortal races. You say they need your dominance because they can't take care of themselves. Well how would they ever learn how if you live under your thumb?"

"If you knew a dragon-"

Suddenly Marcus stabbed Jormund in the heart with his sword.

"Dammit, you tricked me!" said Jormund, "you were just distracting me"

"Yeah, I knew I could never convince you to stop being such a bitch so I kept you busy with claims that Jeanne still had use of the sword, Tarena's arrows, Daenerys' dragon form, my own attacks and my fake attempts to reason with you. Everything was all so Marcus could kill you"

Jormund roared in anger as Marcus stabbed his heart again.

"You might have thought that your ruthless aggression would prevent you from sabotaging yourself but it made you predictable" Fred continued, "as a result, I was able to lead you into a trap just by relying on your need to kill as quickly and efficiently as possible"

Marcus gave Jormund the final stab. Jormund rolled over.

"My **** is just the beginning" he said.

"What does that mean?" asked Daenerys.

"His father mentioned a weapon, said it was called Jormund's Spite" said Fred, "that it would activate in the time of Jormund's **** and trigger the end of the world"

"Yes" said the dying Jormund, "my son will avenge myself on these ungrateful mortals. You think I was bad? He is a thousand times more powerful than I"

Jormund collapsed.

"Help me" said Marcus, who was trapped underneath Jormund.