i will not.
mr. wink however- cannot dispose of his weapon. he will wait here- wink snorts as the prince is finally escorted through a huge, rusting iron door.
father.
i have returned from exile to set us free. all of us, father- and to reclaim what has been taken from our people. the land and the freedom that is rightfully ours.
a shameful truce, worth nothing. how can you abide it? how- ? they have no respect for themselves, their gods or the earth-
honor-?
it may be- but we will not go quiet. we will not fade like this. better to burn than fade away.  and for this.  prince nuada looks around, locking eyes with the heads of the clans.
we'll need the help of the good.  the bad.  and the worst- he brings out the gold artifact from the auction. holds it high. the crowds gasps. the king instinctively covers the companion piece hanging from his chest as a medallion.
yes. i am.
yes, father- it is. the king takes the princess' hand and mournfully lowers his head.
hear me all!!! there are some amongst you that have already seen the light- seen the future.  the praetorian guards cover his back as he leans forward to his father"s corpse and snatches the medallion.
as for you- you may join us in our quest or die now- his gaze is fierce, inspired. he joins the pieces together, they fuse and interconnect through the magical equivalent of nanotechnology. minute gears and hooks join the pieces seamlessly into an almost complete crown. the prince raises
all of those in favor, make it known.
good- i see the council is as brave as it's always been.
find her- find her- his minions surge into the tunnels.
no- no- you fools-
hold! the prince appears at the top of the stairs, dressed in black. he's surrounded by his elite guard. stepping to the rail, he points at his sister and addresses the crowd:
hear me, o creatures of the forest! can you recognize a traitor? she's here to betray her own! he casts a disdainful look at hellboy.
i'm here to recruit all of you against the humans. make your decision now. those who join me will be rewarded. the rest.  will be killed. a sudden silence falls over the throng. then, the sound of cracking knuckles. everyone looks at hellboy, who is unclenching his fists and stretching his neck. he starts up the stairs, but a couple of the guards leap down to block his path.
i will find you, young daemon - - and you, too, my sister. meanwhile, here's a taste of what lies in store.
haven't you managed to kill it yet? you, who were so eager for a fight? the prince is standing on top of the tower. he points at hellboy, then yells at the elemental.
over here, dear friend.  snatch! the elemental plucks hellboy off a parapet! hellboy wriggles in the massive wooden finger-like appendages.
this might be a good chance for you to come to your senses. help us.
hold. the prince steps into the room, carrying a long spear. the trolls are on top of the yrdrig, ready to kill him.
come-! the trolls release the yrdrig and bound over to the prince. the last troll, however, grabs the yrdrig by the neck and brutally twists -! the animal's three mouths yelp and cough, fighting for air. - the it thrashes pathetically until, suddenly, it's over beast is dead.
where is your sense of shame? you mingle with.  the liars?
i'll kill you all, if that's what you want.
you challenge-me?
your weapon of choice?
if you want to see her again, you'll give me what's rightfully mine. many people died for that crown. bring it to me. he and his trolls escape into the night.
maybe this will help you remember who we are, who you are.  what our destiny is- the prince pushes his sister through a low doorway, out onto
they - they - will be mine to command, whether you like it or not. only after our victory will you appreciate my sacrifice.  and yours.
as a boy, they say i enjoyed toy soldiers. so do you, i see. he strolls past the mechanical figures, pausing to kick aside some of the weapons.
you're bleeding. most unfortunate. hellboy wipes at his oozing chest wound.
do you envy these contraptions? they never bleed. they feel nothing. not even the zest of combat. the prince circles them, keeping an eye on johann.
these fighting men are the very model of patience.  merely awaiting word from their lawful commander.
you have the remaining piece, i presume.
you came here expecting what? mercy?
i am prince nuada and i command my army to life once more. does anyone dispute my right? with the deep sound of gears, ratchets and springs, the army comes to life. up comes the lances and shields.
kill them. abe is now aghast, seeing the prince drag his sister back.
a challenge from you? a nobody?? you are no one.
very well. may his fate show you the cost of pride and blindness. as the hall rings with their first blows of their swords-
no. you have not-
you.  think you're any different from me? the humans - they will tire of you. they will disappoint you. and in the end, they will betray you. you.  are living a lie. your time will come again. may you make a better choice. then, he, too, is dead. both him and his sister turn to fine, pale dust. and the wind carries away the ashes from abe's hands.  shaken, hellboy lifts the crown from the prince's head. looks at it carefully, as if considering the possibilities. suddenly, he rips it into pieces. as he crushes the first segement.  . an entire division of the golden army collapses into a heap of scrap metal! hellboy does the same with a second section of the crown and another massive division of the army tumbles into junk! hb is about the tear up the last segment of the crown, when it explodes in his hands! whump! the last of the army disintegrates. hellboy confronts the prince's frightened troll guards: