"Well, Well, now what do we have here! I guess it is time to activate the amphibian mode. We may be needing it", she tells her crew.

"My o my he is a big one but the bigger they are the harder they fall! Fleet start your engines! We have a battle to fight"

K.O., perched atop of People's mighty shoulder, cannot believe what he is seeing out in the ocean. "Man O' Man. What in the heck is that? I didn't know we were going to have to fight that thing, especially in the ocean."

Then, without any warning, People's begins to descend into the ocean in pursuit of the other warriors.

"Whoa People's! What are you doing? PEOPLE'S!!!!!!!"

People's begins to swim gracefully towards the battle, ignoring any orders from his master. A grin has emerged from the creatures face, and its eyebrow is literally breaking away from its forehead.

"Mmm..I have no idea what you are thinking. You're abilities are extremely limited in water." K.O. opens his spell book and tears out the page marked 'WindRider'. "I had better have this spell available. No doubt we will need it."

With that, K.O. takes out his portable radio and inserts his favorite motivational tape.

Back at the beach, Shark draws his scimitar and advances on the little fish creatures. He takes out 20 on the first pass dew to his accelerated speed. He takes another pass and then another and another 100 fall. Seeing that it was a useless effort to eliminate these irritating pests from the ground, Shark turns to Flyingshark and says "Prepare for flight Flyingshark!" as the dragon lets out a fire blast and literally fries about 120 more grunions to death. Shark smells the air and thinks to himself, "MMMM, smells like a good fish fry, but there is no time for that now!" and then streaks over to his trusty mount and hops in the saddle and off they went into the sky as shark sheathed the sword.

The wolves begin tearing into the little fishy creatures...along with the badgers. The moths flutter up and around the evil beast's eyes...blocking everything from its view. Spooky's llamas begin stomping out the little fish. Soon, their numbers dwindle and no one needs worry about them...just a nuisance.

He slowly walked away from everyone, heading towards where the great beast stood. With a gentle shrug, he removed Abraxas' hand from his shoulder and stood before the thing. A light smile cracked the young mage's face as he stared up at it. With delicate ease, he slid his black cloak from around his shoulders and let it slump to the ground. His armor shone even in the eclipse of the moons but one thing stood out on his armor. The wound that he had created to give Abraxas' the power that he now held within the sword pained him. Raistlin raised his arms above his head, darkness gathering around his hands and radiating from his eyes as he stared up at the sky.