Dasken smiled. "Well, then. How about going all out with me, then? I may even go a bit berserk myself." Dasken smiled, awaiting everyone's responses.
Drakkon landed in a desert wasteland, far from any kind of civilization. He drille dinto the ground, using his powers, and made himself as inconspicuous as possible. It took a solid 10 minutes, but he finally reached a platform made of titanium and aluminum. He knocked on it by stomping his foot three times, and the door opened. The door closed as Drakkon fell into the base, the door closed again, and Drakkon heard the sand and dirt fall back into place. He walked down several flights of stairs, and he came across a short, stocky man with blonde hair and seemingly bleached skin.
"I know what you have come for." The short man said.
"Very well. Give it to me."
The short, stocky man jerked a little bit, twitching his arms and hiding something behind his back. "I...It's not even close to being done. It could wreck you..."
"So?" Drakkon replied casually. The man simply stared. "You are a reckless bastard, Drakkon. Y...you know that?"
"Been called worse. And now, if I may..." Drakkon launched an explosive sphere at the man, and with one blood-curtling scream, the man evaporated, leaving only an automatically-injecting syringe. Drakkon smiled. "Well, well. Looks like Middie isn't the only one who knows people with bio-weapons."
Drakkon picked up the syringe, injected himself, and waited. He didn't have to wait long. Out of the earth blasted a massive figure, roaring an inhuman scream, and laughing that sounded like two mountains being rubbed together.
"Here I come, Dasken!" He bellowed, launching at intensely high speeds towards the portal.