Shapeshifter's Underground (Somewhere under London)

A nod, Cynder stepped forward toward the Nightmare King.
The dark being faced her, and took her hands as she offered them, leaning his face down to press his lips by her ear, appearing as if whispering something.


Though there were no words to be exchanged.


It was time for dark and light to mix.


His dark fingers gripped tightly about the girl's wrists, and the light at her chest began to glow with an unearthly strength, enveloping them both in the blinding white light.



Within an instant, the serpentine dragon had shot into the air of the underground home, Pitch being held, and holding to, its claws.


There would be no execution tonight...!

"STOP THEM AT ONCE!!!" Enzo demanded as all the followers loooked up to cast their bad luck upon them.

Cynder's dragonesque arms curled about Pitch, and her serpentine body wrapped like a python about him, to shield the being, individually, from the bad luck.


Descole was keeping Ged standing, as the man began to struggle, protesting loudly for his niece's safety.


Joa needed to hurry--

The cavalry had come.

No sooner had Cynder shot up, Joachim returned with all the shapeshifters freed from confinement, ready to take back their home and put an end to Enzo's evil.

This was Pitch's cue.

In the shadows provided by the body of the dragon, the Nightmare King vanished and reappeared just behind Enzo, a shadow sword appearing in his hands, pressing to the evil-eye-user's back.

"Oops," he spoke, a joking tone in his voice.

Enzo turned his gaze and self upon his foe, "STOP. LIVING. AND. DIE!!!." With that all eight points on his eyes illuminated indicating his preparation for his most dangerous power.