We Be Three Poor Brothers

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Songs are "Experiment 12", "Pythagoras", and "Xeno" by various arts of Revolt Production Music composers.

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As the giant silver metallic colored griffin stalked through the Underworld, slaying any who dared cross its path, the maniacal laughter of two children echoed throughout the realm.

"This is the best test run ever!" Arthur Junior screeched. "Darrach really outdid himself with Big Boah!"

A group of Underworld soldiers appeared from the dead forest with spears and shields, throwing their weapons at the griffin. The spears were no match for the machine's exoskeleton, however, and they merely fell to the ground after hitting the machine.

"Daddy, why dunna ya give the guns a go?" Junior suggested. "I'll take the helm."

A low chuckle escaped the griffin. "Sure," Arthur said.

Two big maxim styles guns raised up on the Griffin's shoulders and aimed at the soldiers. The chambers began to turn faster and faster, bullets zinging out and piercing the enemies right to the bone. After some time, there was nothing left but loose soil, blood, flesh and bone soaking into it. Arthur cackled loudly with a big sigh.

"I love this thing!" he exclaimed happily.

"No more enemies on the horizon," Junior observed. "Aoífe, is Mummy still at the palace with Rose and O'Callaghan?"

"Yep. Now remember tah stick tah the plan, people. We break Hades' palace, we get Mummy and her soul pieces, and we get the fuck outta here," Aoífe explained.

"We've done the weapons check, the absorbers are functional, the drill beams are recharged, and...yep, Big Boah's FTS is fully operational, so take it away, Pops," Junior said.

The griffin looked in the direction of Hades' abode. "Alright, here we go," Arthur said.

The griffin pushed off the ground with its mechanical legs and it rushed through the air towards Hades' palace, its wings flapping to gain altitude. It let out a loud screech as it ascended above the mountain range. Its shadow swept across the ground, souls and immortals both looking up from Elysium at the mechanical wonder that flew above them. As the griffin got closer to its target, Arthur laughed happily.

"I love flyin'!" he exclaimed with joy.  "Especially when I ain't got the danger of death to worry about!"

A reflection of light appeared at the palace and Aoífe gasped. "I see them! They're on a balcony!" Aoífe squeaked. "Let's show Big Boah off, Daddy! Please?"

"Okay, I'll swoop around once we get there," Arthur replied with a chuckle.

The griffin went faster and once Arthur got it close enough, it went sideways to expose its back to the people on the balcony and it started going around the castle. Arthur was getting a great view of the dreary yet overwhelming palace.

"And I thought our house was big, phew!" he said.

"Our house is big!" Junior argued with a laugh.  "But if it gets any bigger, I wilna like it."

Arthur laughed as they got halfway around the palace.  "What's wrong with havin' a big house?" he asked his son.

"It takes forever tah get around the damn place, fer starters!"

A loud bark of laughter escaped Arthur.  "You sound like Hosea."

When they circled to the area where Hades was standing with a long bident in his hand, the griffin made a sharp descent up, its wings tucking in as it went higher and higher.  Then it slowed to a stop, started falling backwards, and went spiraling towards the ground before spreading one wing out to flip around, its other wing joining soon after.  Its front claws grasped onto the palace, making it rumble and shake.  Hades fell to a knee to steady himself before glaring up at the magnificent creature.

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