[Setting: In a beat-up clearing, Dinwiddie stands atop Isaiah with his foot deep in his chest. The large black dog monster towers over him, with the blonde woman watching from a safe distance.]

Blonde Woman: Too bad. I actually was pulling for him towards the end. Well, I warned him. [She stands up, keeping the binoculars on] I can at least use his death as good reasoning for being here. And he already took out two of them for me; he was at least good enough to get them down to half. Better than I expected, really.

[Back to action]

Dinwiddie: Choose, now!

Isaiah: Hard...talk..breathe..foot [Rapidly taps the foot on his chest] [Dinwiddie takes his foot off] How much time are you gonna give me? I’d like to enjoy my last minutes. I mean even with the two of you, you can still perform “Kiss You,” or “Little Things.” At least the vocals.

Dinwiddie: Okay, he’s ready to die. [Aims to strike Isaiah]

Isaiah: Okay, okay, okay! Since you’ve pushed me this far, I choose getting eaten alive. Feed me to Twilight reject.

[The dog howls.]

Dinwiddie: You want to die being eaten like dog food?

Isaiah: I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to die being eaten by a titan. I guess this makes for a close second. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it either?

Dinwiddie [annoyed]: No, I haven’t! Jameson, enjoy your dinner already! Damn, I can’t wait to not have to hear you again! [He walks to face the far hill where the blonde woman stands looking at him.]

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Blonde Woman: Oh crap. I hope the black dog at least leaves a little evidence of the body behind to keep my alibi intact.

[The dog creeps up and puts its teeth to Isaiah’s face.]

Isaiah: Hoo! I can tell you don’t eat enough doggie treats. You’re breath is terrible. That’s not a mouth worth getting chewed in. [He puts his hand to his lips and whistles.]

Dinwiddie [turns around]: What did you just do?

Isaiah: Blew my dog whistle. And here she comes now.

Dinwiddie: She?

Isaiah: Her.

[The light gets brighter immediately. The sun begins to flare and the immediate surrounding area catches flames. A pair of wings completely made of fire unfurl to unleash a hawk-like bird completely engulfed in flames, screeching in the space above dog. There is a noticeable size difference.]

[The dog whimpers and scuttles to the side. Dinwiddie stares in awe.]

Blonde Woman [interjection-she drops the binoculars]: He has a phoenix?... Who are you?

[Back to action]

[The dog barks and growls, but the phoenix digs its fiery talons into the dog’s neck and abdomen. It then becomes to blur as it is just a ball of fire, or a bird made of fire. The dog fights but it’s yelps of pain are too much to bear. After a struggle, Jameson screams back into his man-form, with burn scars all over his body.]

Dinwiddie: Oh god. [A blast of flame shoots up into the sky. Isaiah jumps up, landing on one of the adjacent branches, brushing debris out of his hair and off his clothes.] Boy, who are you?

Isaiah [the Phoenix flying up behind him, resting in flight]: My name is Isaiah.

Dinwiddie: I saw you. At the smoke shop. You could barely light a cigar with both your hands! How are you doing this?! You’re supposed to be weak. You’re not able to do this!

Isaiah [the phoenix has shrunk quite a bit and is now resting its chin on his shoulder, allowing him pet it’s fire face-to-face]: Oh right, that. No, no, you don’t understand. Don’t put me on your level. I’m not some weakling like you losers. There’s no demon that wants to face me. Doesn’t matter who they are, where they come from, how much money they got. I’m the best angel alive! [Isaiah jumps from the tree to right in front of Dinwiddie.] With that being said, what’re you about to do, “mate.”

[Dinwiddie staggers back, fear in his face, seeing the phoenix staring daggers into him. Panicked, he charges his hands up, then shocks his own feet, supercharging himself as he runs quickly away into the clearing far over the hills.]

Isaiah [looking back at Phoenix]: Points for originality. He’s still wearing socks with sandals though.