The crater was massive. The cracks spread far and even stretched all the way up the 200 meter tall glass structure. Azar walked slowly up to the edge of the concave dirt, the top of the glass beginning to fall into a resounding crash of exploding glass dust.
In the middle of the Crater, Booker laid across the dirt, the side of his face scorched muscle deep, black smoke rising from the wound. Azar had made sure that the impact was enough to put him down, but keep him alive and conscious.
"Haff…Haff…" Booker breathed as the footsteps echoed closer to him before coming to a stop. Wryms eyes shifted to him, where he limply rose a hand, a small wasp coming from it.
"Nope." Azar snatched the insect from the air, burning it to a crisp. "I'll admit you got close there for just a second. But it seems like your bounty's more on notoriety than strength…"
"Now…" He dropped to a squat, looking at the de-transformed man. "Tell me where Vane is…"
"Kaff…Kaff-Gaff…" Booker coughed hard. "He'll come for you. And when he finds you he'll kill you– or worse…" He breathed heavily, Azar's brow furrowing "What do you mean?" He leaned deep when there was no answer. "What. Do. You. Mean!"
"You think…Vane was gonna leave a loose end like you loose…Kaff…He told me everything you stupid prick…From Red Beard, to that Island…Everything. Comes with the perk of being on that guys payroll…"
"So you mean to say he's been chasing me this whole time?" Azar gripped Booker by his hair, lifting him up limply. "How long has he been after me? Better yet, where's headed too?"
He tightened his grip "I'm sure if you stay in one place long enough, he'll get you eventually…Never have I seen a guy that can plan like him…" He gave a half smile, unable to move the other side of his scorched face.
He tossed his face back into the ground and stood up limply. Breathing heavy as he rested his hands on hips and shaking his head dismissively. "Fuck….Fuck!"
"Oh he's gonna have with you…Fire Brand…" Twisting around he shouted, fire fist exploding with rage. "Where is he damnit!"
"Vinden…He's headed to Vinden after hes done on Great Falls…Who knows what he's up to but thats where he's headed. Had a whole fuckin Iternary and everything…"
"How do I get to him?" He rested his fist on his hips. "Speed up your own death. Fine by me. Log bose in the fortress. Whole room of them."
Without a second thought, a fireball met Bookers face.
He had to be quick. There were rooms that collapsed with wood and concrete in a mess across the floor.
The room with all the Eternal Poses was huge. Wall to wall it had unique and individual poses for one island. There had to be hundreds of them, potentially thousands of them lined the walls.
"Ugh…Where is it…"
With an aggressive kick to the kick start, he revved Chert Striker harshly and pulled out of the port, hearing the screams of the tourist at the sight of bugs echoing into the late afternoon. The glass terrarium fully destroyed.
It was another 2 days before Azar finally came to the island that the Wyrm told him about.
Vinden Island, also known as the Island of Bands. A 30 Km island made up of three bands that surround a round island that had large skyscrapers in the middle, the town of Mark.
On the Surrounding Islands were mountains, and smaller towns on each with large pillars of earth that shot tall into the air.
"Yeah…Yeah…No no don't worry." Azar said, head leaning onto the receiver of a modified den den. He was talking to his first mate Ezra. A decently tall man with small black markings beneath his eyes, and a mullet styled layered spiked up swooped to the side haircut.
Typically he wore a simple jacket with Azars flaming skull jolly roger on the back. Fingerless gloves, with a specialty in close quarters swift style combat.
"Yeah– Look I know. But I've come this far. He needs to pay for what he did…I'll be right home with you when it's done." He'd already been on the Island for 2 days on top of the travel time.
"Yeah. You too. Bye." Azar was currently standing on top of a pillar that was over a kilometer tall into the air, sitting on the edge of its small top. "Ugh…" Azar groaned as he tucked the device into the pouch on his belt.
Then– His head snapped up and looked to the west. He could sense a presence. It was strong…Radiating. "Vane…" With a quick squat, he charged the flames and burst into the air! Destroying the peak of the mountain! Zipping through the air!
"There he is…" Smiled Vane. His beard had grown thicker, large hand stroking it now with rings that were bejeweled, he wore a purple sash around his waist and a deep burgundy shirt unbuttoned revealing his frame.
Next to him was Bastardo Brutus, Rip Sharpe, Dullahan, and Newest Member to the crew courtesy of The Wyrm after a dozen tryouts. Insidio Ba El. A large muscular woman, long spiked man like hair, sharp teeth, and a scar over one eye. Weaning a tank top that was ripped with black cargo pants and unlaced tucked combat boots.
Thud! Azar slammed into the ground. A stern, cold look on his face as dust started to clear. Fire already lighting from his fist as he growled. "Vane…"
"Oh come on…Azar. Don't be like-" As Vane was looking away, Azar flung forward! Cracking the ground, and slamming into vane and crashing into an Empty one story building that exploded into utter dust and splinters!