After the exhausting epic battle between Grimm Shado and the Vampire-pimp Faxis, which itself could re-write the annals of battle fighting lore, the sorcelator stood victorious above his fallen foe. "That was extreme," said Shado, "I'd buy you a drink, but you won't be needing it where you're going....to HELL!" The Sorcelator made ready his twin wands, Hurt and Burn, to do in the sicko psychopath. As Shado approached through the smoke of the smoking train wreckage that looked totally awesome as a background with the smoke and steam blowing with the wind around him as he walked. Faxis, in a completely cowardly move, drew every vampire-pimp's backup bastion, the hidden revolver. But this concealed pistol fired soul-stealing rounds imbued with non-extremeness meant to kill only one man in all of Fehtahn....Grimm Shado. Without even a hint of extreme monologue or an awesome one-liner, Faxis fired, catching Grimm off-guard. But just then, the boy, who had been watching the fight from afar, leaped in front of the sorcelator, taking the soul-stealing shot of non-extremeness meant for him. "Nooooooo," Shado shouted as the boy fell. He immediately hurted and burned Faxis with every ounce of extremeness he had. The vampire-pimp, while usually only killed by a bejeweled walking cane through the heart, exploded in a Wicked Sweet Explosion so massive it had its own lens-flare.

Shado knelt down beside the boy. "That was extreme Shado...," the boy coughed, "...to the max." "Hey kid....," the sorcelator replied in a solemn voice, never heard uttered by him before, ".....you took it to the limit."-Eye for an Eye, Wand for a Wand, page 177