"Tell me - how exactly are were going to destroy Hephaestus?"<br/><br/>Prometheus paid no attention to the disheveled Highbreed at first, not knowing the answer to that himself.  Perhaps it would be easy; maybe there would just be a big red button, or some dumb lever that blew everything up.  Maybe, but not likely.<br/>"Your the one who went into the dream, you tell me.  Besides, I'm sure it wont be hard to trigger that volcano, it's already bursting at the seams, it just needs one final push to blow all that robot crap out, right?"  Prometheus wasn't sure about this either, but he was willing to believe something like that could happen, and save the day.  Perhaps it would be easy... perhaps...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>It felt great at first, the sheer rush of flight combined with the knowledge he would actually be getting somewhere by destroying this rusty hunk of junk.  With ease Crane glided over the Highbreed, heading straight for the Hammerlord.  Many Highbreed took notice of him, but those that did never stayed alive long enough to tell anyone.  Yes, perhaps he would make it, the first piece of destroying Hephaestus in his grasp.<br/><br/>He never made it.<br/><br/>Roughly thirty seconds from the rear of the giant Hammerlord, Crane began to focus, his mind centering on the repeated<span style="font-style: italic">Clang!</span>of the Hammerlord's massive steel hammer.  The heat in the air around him seemed to aid him, fuel the anger inside of him.   The obsidian rod in his hand shook with rage, covered in a neon oil sheen he had collected from breaking open at least five Highbreed worker heads.<br/><br/>His intense focus on the Hammerlord was his downfall.  Had he turned his head for a brief moment he would've noticed the lanky, pale, boy speeding towards him.  This was no ordinary boy however, because beneath his artificial, pasty skin and his blonde, cleanly shaven hair, Rocmar was immensely powerful.  With great strength, the mock-god swung his own staff at Crane, holding it out in front of him.  At Crane's flying speed it was impossible to stop in time and before he got a foot closer to the Hammerlord, Rocmar had him hooked over his weapon, doubled over in pain.  With one fell swoop, Rocmar tossed Crane across the cavern, watching intently as he landed in a pile of clay-like rock.  Crane's head spun, his chest burned, and in smacking into Rocmar's staff, he lost his rod.  Disarmed, and confused, Crane could do nothing but sit.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, Crane felt he had enough power to stand again.  Unfortunately, by the time he actually brought himself to his feet, he was immediately struck again, this time by two Highbreed soldiers.  On his knees, head down, Crane had just enough focus to notice a looming shadow approaching from above.<br/><br/>"So, your Crane?  Not much of a threat are you?"  Rocmar smirked.  Of course he wasn't.  Rocmar knew Crane was only made to keep peace, and not fight.<br/>"Hell-lo?"  Rocmar grinned, the two Highbreed soldiers holding Crane glanced at each other briefly, both disturbed by this display of sinister enjoyment.  Last time he grinned like that, Rocmar killed an entire squad of Highbreed.   Rocmar's smile dropped as he realized Crane had no intention of responding.  Floating daintily to the ground, Rocmar took a step forward.<br/>"Look, Crane, when I ask you something you answer.  Ok?"  No response.<br/>"No, that's wrong.  Let's try again."  Rocmar signaled to the two Highbreed to leave.  After reluctantly releasing Crane, the two fearful soldiers flew off, not wanting to see the rest of the exchange.<br/>"Is your name Crane?  See, a simple question to start.  Not too hard right?"  No response again, Rocmar seethed with displeasure, and had one looked under the mop of tattered hair still on crane's bloody head they would've seen a sly smile painted all over his face.  He knew he irritated Rocmar, and he intended to play it that way for a bit longer.<br/>"Your really ruining my fun, you know?  I capture a god and I don't even get a hello.  Tsk-tsk."  Rocmar lifted his staff slowly, before swinging it down on top of Crane's head, hard.  The cracking sound resonated off the chamber's walls giving even the coldest Highbreed a sickening feeling in the pit of his fuselage.