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The Balrog of Morgoth bellowed and belted a thunderous roar as it rocketed through the caverns of the underdark.

Circe the Greek Witch had summoned him from the Chasms of Shadow and Flame to rush to her aid; she was in peril.

Suddenly he heard it again, the same motorized GROWLING behind him, echoing like it did last time he had a whole notch of his claw hacked off.

The Balrog looked over his shoulder, seeing the faint light like a star in the darkness behind him catching up. Bothersome torch wick of an imp, the fire ball it had thrown at him should've incinerated him, or at he very least blown him back to hell.

"YOU THINK'N I'M DONE WIT'CHU?!" Came a loud voice down the tunnel. Finally , as he drove his flaming bike along the wall, around and upside down like a hot-wheel, the GHOST RIDER ripped through stone and wind, lashing his chain behind him, cracking like fiery lightning.

The Balrog snarled and just flew faster, it didn't have time for this.

Suddenly he felt a sharp, and painful lash, and tug at it's back near the stem of it's wing, making him cry out in actual pain. Yet again this ...rider or demon or whatever he be, surprised him by how much he could inflict damage upon him without being one of the Valar.

Looking over his shoulder he saw the Ghost Rider's chain, extending from his wing and shoulder blade, down to Ghost Rider's clenched fist as he kept up in good time with the Monster.

Before he could grab the chain to try to shake him off, Ghost Rider tugged and put on the break with his bike and with a SNAP, part of the Balrog's webbed wing flew off.

The cave erupted in a painful and rage filled snarl. This was not going to wait, he had to smite this insolent being NOW. It was clear he wasn't going to outrun it.

Ghost Rider hadn't stopped his moment him however and now drove his bike alongside the wall, vertically, and jumped off of it, plowing the flaming tires into the Balrog's chest.

Sparks flew, and cracks showed like hardened magma cracking open to show their insides. "YOU AIN'T GO'N NO WHERE!" Ghost Rider roared, as he took out his shot gun, and raised it to the Balrog's face which lunged down at him to bite him.

BANG

The blast ripped a tear right through Balrog's face, sending shards of the rock like substance flying, making his eye leak molten liquid.

All this put together the Balrog tipped over off balance into a pit he was formerly floating over.

Ghost Rider spun his bike around and kicked himself off the ledge and drove down the chasm after him.

"WHERE!"

he roared, "IS!!!" he whipped his chain out again, "LAURA!!" he lashed the chain out to grab onto the Balrog's arm to tow himself closer to the behemoth, "KINNEY!!!"

He bored his bike wheel into Balrog's now cracked horn, sawing more of his face off as he did so mid free fall.

"WHERE DID YOUR MASTERS PUT HER!! ANSWER ME! I'LL FOLLOW YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL BUT ONE WAY OR THE OTHER! YOU ARE LEADING ME TO HER SOUL!!!"

Description
The Balrog of Morgoth bellowed and belted a thunderous roar as it rocketed through the caverns of the underdark.

Circe the Greek Witch had summoned him from the Chasms of Shadow and Flame to rush to her aid; she was in peril.

Suddenly he heard it again, the same motorized GROWLING behind him, echoing like it did last time he had a whole notch of his claw hacked off.

The Balrog looked over his shoulder, seeing the faint light like a star in the darkness behind him catching up. Bothersome torch wick of an imp, the fire ball it had thrown at him should've incinerated him, or at he very least blown him back to hell.

"YOU THINK'N I'M DONE WIT'CHU?!" Came a loud voice down the tunnel. Finally , as he drove his flaming bike along the wall, around and upside down like a hot-wheel, the GHOST RIDER ripped through stone and wind, lashing his chain behind him, cracking like fiery lightning.

The Balrog snarled and just flew faster, it didn't have time for this.

Suddenly he felt a sharp, and painful lash, and tug at it's back near the stem of it's wing, making him cry out in actual pain. Yet again this ...rider or demon or whatever he be, surprised him by how much he could inflict damage upon him without being one of the Valar.

Looking over his shoulder he saw the Ghost Rider's chain, extending from his wing and shoulder blade, down to Ghost Rider's clenched fist as he kept up in good time with the Monster.

Before he could grab the chain to try to shake him off, Ghost Rider tugged and put on the break with his bike and with a SNAP, part of the Balrog's webbed wing flew off.

The cave erupted in a painful and rage filled snarl. This was not going to wait, he had to smite this insolent being NOW. It was clear he wasn't going to outrun it.

Ghost Rider hadn't stopped his moment him however and now drove his bike alongside the wall, vertically, and jumped off of it, plowing the flaming tires into the Balrog's chest.

Sparks flew, and cracks showed like hardened magma cracking open to show their insides. "YOU AIN'T GO'N NO WHERE!" Ghost Rider roared, as he took out his shot gun, and raised it to the Balrog's face which lunged down at him to bite him.

BANG

The blast ripped a tear right through Balrog's face, sending shards of the rock like substance flying, making his eye leak molten liquid.

All this put together the Balrog tipped over off balance into a pit he was formerly floating over.

Ghost Rider spun his bike around and kicked himself off the ledge and drove down the chasm after him.

"WHERE!"

he roared, "IS!!!" he whipped his chain out again, "LAURA!!" he lashed the chain out to grab onto the Balrog's arm to tow himself closer to the behemoth, "KINNEY!!!"

He bored his bike wheel into Balrog's now cracked horn, sawing more of his face off as he did so mid free fall.

"WHERE DID YOUR MASTERS PUT HER!! ANSWER ME! I'LL FOLLOW YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL BUT ONE WAY OR THE OTHER! YOU ARE LEADING ME TO HER SOUL!!!"