I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Demetri Malius]

Demetri discovered a barren land full of molten rocks and lava as he sped through the gate. The retracted wings his vehicle shook with anticipation at the heat from below. For now, he would keep them this way, there was no use taking any higher altitude, which would most likely reveal his position. In the distance he could see some small commotion, whatever it was, it had stirred up plenty of the molten lava. Demetri continued to hit the gas he rocketed across the hot floor, the heat from the red hot liquid rock surrounding his entire body. Not the most comfortable of situations, but he could manage. His chains rattled as the vehicle shook from the rough, uneven ground, and began to annoy Demetri. Surely there was a better way to store the damned things. Once he arrived at the remnants of molten magma and smoke, Demetri slowed to a stop for a few minutes as he scanned the area with his eyes and senses, but there was nothing as far as he could tell. Perhaps this wasn't the right direction. While he was stationary, he figured he should think of some kind of mechanism he could use for his chain kunai. With all that he had done so far, it came to him rather easily. A small mechanism formed on each of his wrists, which then continued to suck up the two chains into it, leaving the ends which held the kunai dangling a short length, but not long enough to cause jingles.

Alas, he could ride in peace, or so he thought. Just then, Demetri noticed something in the sky. Was that...a dragon? It couldn't be possible. He had heard legends of the vicious beasts from local storytellers in his home world, but he never figured them to be real, let alone heard of in this world. However, there seemed to be something else up there, much smaller than the dragon but seemingly strong enough to be giving it a hard time. Demetri watched as a small being plummeted from the sky, landing somewhere behind the thickets of smoke before him. But this was not his immediate concern, as now it seemed that the dragon was heading this way. Just as Demetri was about to speed away in the opposite direction, an explosion was heard from above. Demetri watched as the dragon lost its wing and plunged to the ground, incapacitated and beaten. Although it was clearly wounded and weak, Demetri wasn't one to test his might against such a beast. He quickly resumed his pace and circled around the dragon, which tried to lash out at him, but couldn't quite reach him. Demetri then noticed a vehicle in the distance, and began to hear in their direction. Perchance whatever, or whoever fell from the sky could be on it, or maybe even the primes IRIS told him would be here. Either way, he was going to find out soon. But he would be easily spotted from this distance, and if those were the bandits, he would be a sitting duck. If only he could somehow cloak himself.

Or can he? After all, this world is different than what he used to know.

He took a moment to focus his energy, willing himself to blend with the shadows and become unseen, and watched as his image started to fade. Had he been in his home, anything of this nature would be considered blasphemy or witchcraft. Oh, was he ever so glad to be here. Now that he was invisible to those before him, he needed to be quiet too. Once he was close enough, the steam engine of the bike would give him away. However, it was a good thing he packed a backup plan. As he kept his top speed, Demetri released a lever on the steam powered bike, opening the hatch behind him that contained the retracted wings. He took one deep breath before releasing the handles of the bike and grasping the wings with lighting speed, pulling them over his head and strapping them on before it lifted him into the air, sending the bike crashing over, tumbling as pieces flew off of it. Demetri gripped the handles of the wings with such force that his knuckles were bright white. His heart pounded with fear and he soared through the sky, the ground falling past him. This was like nothing he had ever felt before, the rush, the adrenaline, no mission that he had ever done in his home world felt as good as this while doing it. Oh, he was going to be so deadly here. No one would be able to hide from him.

Demetri slowly loosened his grip on the handles as he began to feel more comfortable in the air. Now, to focus on his targets. He steered towards the vehicle, careful to not be seen, although there was very little chance of that since he was, in fact, invisible. He gained enough momentum from the bike to keep a fast speed, and the heat from the lava created excellent updrafts, but soon he would lag behind, he was chasing an actual vehicle, after all. As he approached the hovercraft, it seemed that all the occupants were now distracted by someone standing in the middle of the it. Perchance that could be the being that fell from the sky. No matter, now was his chance. He quickly shot out his chain, with a kunai at its end, which swiftly swing around a part of the railings, making the tiniest klink as it hooked on. From this distance, he could start to get readings from the group below him, but he couldn't focus enough to get any solid data. From what he could tell, at least a few f them were primes. Whether or not they were bandits could not be completely discovered, and although they had a koopa with them, which IRIS described to him to be the occupants of this verse, the crack in its shell told Demetri that it wasn't exactly on "good terms". For now, he would wait and see where they head to.