Mercuria and Glam use the power born from their music and took cover when the flames were freed against them. Once the attack finished, the roadie moved and shot against the creature with the razor cannon. In angry response, the dragon tore down the wall with a sweep of his tail, forcing everyone to run away.

“Mercuria, do you have the bass?!”- Shouted the drummer.

“No, I dropped it before!”

“Dammit! I need my drum kit against this overrated lizard!”-Said the man with frustration- Distract him so I can go get it!”

“Yeah, such a great idea, you skedaddle while we stay with this thing!”-Said Glam with her stand already turned into a halberd- “Such a great fucking idea”

“Glam, follow my lead!”- Said Mercuria while she began to improvise with her guitar a frenetic riff, covering Rosaleón’s retreat.

In a sea of flames

When all hope seems lost

We rise against the odds

And confront the dark

They managed to ward off another wave of fire and threw the dragon to the ground, falling over his treasure. He turned on his back and released his deadly breath again, stronger than the last one. Mercuria was failing more notes as time passed, biting her lower lip without noticing in the middle of the effort, barely being able to withstand the attack. One of the heads breathed a thick cloud of black smoke that enveloped both women.

“Glam, where are you!”- Said Mercuria, between coughs, confused by the darkness that surrounded her, trying to orient herself and find her friend, but the roars of the dragon hid any words that could have been spoken. Still coughing, she wielded Wayfinder with both hands, looking in every direction in search of the creature, not sure of what action that her brain screamed she should follow. She played the guitar, moving the smoke more around her instead of clearing it, much to her frustration, ending banging the strings with her pick with anger.

The Pick

She had no choice, she had to use the Devil’s Pick before they would die. She took it from the necklace and desperately played her instrument, leaving the sheer power within it compensate the lack of harmony, finally clearing the cloud and revealing her surroundings.

Glam was trapped under one of the dragon’s paws, with the microphone out of her reach, fighting against the oppression and insulting the animal with every vulgarly and offense that came to her mind.

“Glam!”

After Mercuria shouted her name, the dragon moved one of his heads towards her and roared.

“Get away from her, you son of a bitch!”- Said the guitarist while running towards the monster, who stretched the neck of the closest head towards her. She jumped to a side and dodged it, quickly recovering and slashing his throat with the guitar, causing the beast to release a high scream in pain. The head turned to her, with black blood dripping from the neck, and released another cloud of smoke.

Mercuria was lost again, feeling one of the heads’ eyes over here, preparing herself for an attack in any direction. Then, when feelings of distress and fear grasped her heart, knowing that her enemy was about to strike; she heard drums and the sound of heavy objects clashing against other, followed by another of the dragon’s screeches of pain.

“What kind o’ band plays without a drummer?”- Said a voice whose body couldn’t been seen with the smoke, but Mercuria felt joy when she heard it.

“You took your time”- Said Glam while she seized the creature’s confusion to escape from his clutches and take her microphone stand.

“Ain’t easy moving this”-Said Rosaleón as he began to play, bringing the sound of thunders to the cavern. Mercuria and Glam performed alongside him, crushing the dragon with the pressure originating from their sound, but the beast didn’t accept to fall. The stalactites fell over him, yet he still fought, obsessed with devouring the trespassing thieves.

“I have an idea, chain him!”- Said Mercuria as she changed the riff she was playing. Her partners did as she said and great chains of steel appeared from the ground and imprisoned the beast, but they wouldn’t last long, as he fought back, menacing with breaking the them. As she finished, Mercuria’s motorcycle entered the cave and stopped by her side, with the helmet and glasses hanging from the handlebar. She put both on, sat on the vehicle, started the engine and wielded Wayfinder with one hand.

I hope this works and I don’t end dead.

She accelerated and rushed against the dragon. As she approached his legs, one of the heads broke free and tried to kill Mercuria, who reacted fast enough and avoided it. Now under his belly, she advanced to her objective, and once below she sliced his testicles open, while she shouted. Her voice combined with the dragon’s sound of agony. After her attack, she lost her balance and crashed with the tail as it was swept, flying above the ground. A powerful gust of wind slowed her down, but when she contacted the ground her arm dislocated.

“Fuckshit!”

The dragon moved on the ground in pain while Glam and Rosaleón run towards Mercuria. The guitarist was shaking, swearing as loud as she could, as a mean to lower the pain she was enduring. The old roadie knelt by her side and examined her injuries, placing his hands on the arm and putting it back at its place, making her owner scream.

“Grab the bass and run!”-Said the drummer to the singer while she took in his arms a now unconscious Mercuria and moved to the exit with Hades by his side. As Glam retrieved the object from the scattered treasure pile, the dragon began to slowly get up. Before the creature fully recovered, she ran to Mercuria’s motorbike, put the stand and the instrument on the rack, started the engine and drove as fast as she could for her life, as the dragon began to chase her.

When she approached the exterior, she could see a ramp that connected to the surface, and Rosaleón pushing his drum kit, with Mercuria hanging on his shoulders.

“Run, it’s coming!”-She said as the drummer got by her side, who moved with renewed strength.

Now in the upper side, Glam helped the roadie move his instrument, with her microphone prepared for the beast. Shortly after everything had crossed, the sound of the dragon advancing got closer and closer, until both heads appeared. Glam and Rosaleón used their power to make the ceiling collapse over the creature, with only his heads outside of the rubble.

The drummer got in the cabin and the machine roared as he moved the keys, while the singer carried the unconscious guitarist into the semitrailer, and marched as fast as the engine allowed, moving away from the battleground and the beast that almost killed them.

Far away, in a biker camp, a man with a bandana on his head, showing an eagle, and a leather jacket indicating his affiliation to the Metal Fuckers, walked towards the gang leader.

“Any leads, boss?”

“Yes”-Said the woman, holding a chain attached to a beating dark red heart covered in thorns-“Fucking finally. Tell everybody to pack up, it’s time to earn some money"