Angus stood outside on the border of the land of the Walker Magi tribe. Their wards had bared his entry into their land for several miles. He shook his head and waited. The sun set as he paced the entrance to the entrance walking back and forth in thought. He had rested a bit on the ground sitting waiting patiently.
During the break of dawn the sunlight shinned on Angus. A glimmer of power surrounded his body for a few seconds before vanished just as quickly. A truck drove up toward him from the inside of the land. Angus remained seated on the ground crossed legged.
The truck came to a stop before leaving the inside of the tribal estate. Marcus and Archer Walker got out of the truck and walked over toward Angus.
Archer had his weapon in hand but he didn't approach Angus to close. Marcus walked nearer toward Angus and stopping in front of him.
Angus finally got to his feet and stretched rolling his shoulders. "My boy is in trouble because of the robber that took your family staff and hurt your grand daughter."
Marcus nodded. "I understand what your saying. I wish to know your purpose in coming here as you have."
"Your grand daughter in-law lied to me and my son. You and your family are hiding secrets that are keeping me from finding the man that hurt my son. Now. That man is invading my son's mind and trying to find out secrets about my family using my son. You are not enemies yet but you can be if you choose to be." Angus said.
Marcus nodded. "I will tell you the truth but you must promise never to come near my-"
"-You and your people have a hand involving my son in your business. You and your family are liars You have no honor or code. Your daughter in-law invaded my son's mind and implanted in his mind lies and fantasies about herself and your business. I have no interest in having any association with liars and you will not ask or demand anything of me."
Marcus stared at him silently. "Please continue on Mr. Potter. You have a right to say what you want. Your right that we did invite your son into our situation."
"The only thing I know for sure is the man that is watching closely. He's a coward hiding in the shadows and your protecting him. I want him to know I'm coming for him. I want him to know there will no escape for him. I want him to know as he's listening to us right now that I am going to burn his ass to dust. I don't care about the staff.
I don't give a damn about what secrets your hiding. To hell with you and your secrets. You knew who I was the moment I showed up. I told you I wanted the thief. He could have turned himself in or get the hell out of my country. Now there is nowhere for him to run."
Marcus nodded. "You didn't come here to speak to my grand daughter?"
A grin spread across his Angus' face as he shook his head. "Of course not. You're all a bunch of liars. I came here to give you what you want. You wanted to see what the Dragon of West. Mr. It's show time."
A man appeared behind Angus with a wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
Black lightning and energy hit Angus' back setting him a blaze for a second. Pain shout through Angus' body before he turned on his heel delivering a spinning back kick to his chest.
The wizard cried out was pushed back as Angus draw his peacemaker the same time the wizard rolled to his feet and brought his wand up.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Eat shit Asshole."
An energy beam of golden flames launched out of Angus' peacemaker at the same time black lightning shot out the wand of the dark wizard.
The duelist contended with each other. Fire and black lightning warred with each other until Angus was tackled to the ground.
Angus fought with a dark robed man that attacked to strangle him with both hands. "Die Potter descendant. DIE."
Blood flowed from Angus' mouth and nose as he grinned at his attacker before kneeing him between the legs and rolling the dark wizard over to sit on top of him and begin pounding his face with fists.
"Stop!"
Angus while sitting a stride on top of the dark wizard's chest. He glared at wizard that he had done battle with that was holding his peace maker. "You should drop my weapon. It doesn't play well others."
The dark wizard holding the peace maker shook with rage. "You. Your an abomination. How did you do it? I shot you with Avada Kedavra. HOW!?"
"If you tell me where your master is hiding I'll give you two days to get out of the land of magi?"
"HOW. How did you know about my master. How did you survive the Avada Kedavra. It's not possible. Your just a minor descendant of the slayer of the Blessed Dark Lord. Your just a wandless, peasant magic user, outlaw. You have no power only stupid tricks you stole from the far east Wizards. HOW DID YOU DO IT?!"
Angus grinned as he came to his feet and kicked the dark lord aside moving aside. He walked to the side. "It's like you said. I'm a descendant of the bad ass that destroyed your loser hero. I'm going coming for your master, boy. Tell him Potter is coming for his ass." He said and then his eyes turned gold.
The peace maker glowed brightly. The dark lord screamed dropping the weapon and disappeared along with the other man.
Angus wiped the blood from his mouth with the side of his hand as he looked over at Marcus and Archer who stared at him wide eyes and they shook. He walked over to his weapon picking the peace maker and he holstered the weapon in his gun-belt. He smiled at the two men.
They stared at Angus as he returned to stand in front of them. He didn't say anything. "Alright Marcus. Which one are more afraid me or them? You've seen what I can do and I trust me that was merely just a demonstration for you to understand my point. This doesn't have to messy."
Marcus sighed. "What do you wish to know, young Dragon of the West?"
"Where is he?" Angus breathed out the words in a deep voice. His eyes glowed gold pulsing with his anger. The atmosphere around them shook with his power as Marcus stared at the Dragon of West golden eyes.
"Which one are you seeking? The thief or the one that paid him for the staff? The Staff is valuable enough and powerful and reason for all this. The thief was-"
"-ENOUGH!" Angus roared and ground shook. "No more games. No more lies. He attacked my son. He attacked your grand daughter. And you are protecting him because of some loyalty code to a jackal that attacks my legacy. You think to bargain to me for his life with a staff? The only reason I haven't ripped the knowledge from your mind is because you have strong walls in your mind. I am a magi. You are an elder of the magi. You are the holder of the traditions of your ancestors. Have you grown so weak in your old age? Do you still think to trick me like I'm another western Wizard. WHERE IS HE!?"
Archer lifted his club but Marcus shoved him back holding a hand up. "Hold your ground. The man was talking to me. I can answer for myself."
Marcus turned back to Angus. "He is in the eastern capital of the magi. He is yours. We have no part with him any longer. We took no part him harming your son."
Angus glared at Marcus. "If you dare to lie to me. I will burn your precious staff before your eyes."
Marcus held his stare. "He is yours. There will be no war between your house and mean because of his unwarranted invasions against your son's mind."
Angus turned and disappeared and appeared before Ava in her home office. "Did you find him?"
He held out his hand to her. She got up reaching for her wand and walked into his arms and they vanished.