Charon had taken a beating but it was nowhere near as bad as those dished out by her own father. As Mortis hand tightened, Charon grinned, pulled a nail gun from seemingly nowhere and nailed Mortis to the corner turnbuckle. Dalkiel didn't even blink or wonder how such large nails could be fired from such a small nail gun.

Charon wiped blood from her determined looking face, turned and shot Chane right between the shoulder blades even though he was out cold, she wanted to give him something to remind him of this night. She rolled out of the ring to where Dalkiel was still recovering from the sneak attack by Markus and stalked to where the Reverend was still struggling to get to his feet. She fired twice nailing both his hands to the floor.

"Going somewhere Reverend?"

Jones screeched as his hands pulled against the nails. It wasn't long before Dalkiel had recovered, Charon turned to Dalkiel and spoke.....

"One good turn deserves another, do what you want with this one, I no longer have any interest in him."

Dalkiel nodded and an evil grin spread across his face. Charon made her way back to the destroyed ring where Mortis was wrestling to free himself before she came back. She knelt down in front of him, waved the nail gun in front of his face and grinned widely.

"Mortis, when will you ever learn? Charon's are always one step ahead even if you think you have the upper hand, you rarely ever do. Any time you think you're winning, it's because we allow you to think that. "

Charon chuckled at the look on Mortismeres face.

"Did you really think I could do all of this by myself? The shadow realm has been looking to get you back for millenniums and when I approached them with my idea they were more than happy to help out. Funnily enough, so did the only other living Charon. Didn't know about that thou did you?"

Mortismeres mind was desperately trying to catch up with the information she was giving him.