A/N: a big shout to Tokyo express! His kirk's fic is bloody indeed worth praising!

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" ...but thou dost not belong. I beg of thee, plunge down from the plank and hurry home." said the crossbreed. Whereas her eyes spoke of virtue and innocence, Shiva's spoke of blood-lust "i have spent weeks! Weeks downing wretches and abominations just for that beauty in your hands! Hand it over or I will snatch it from your rotten corpse!"

The Lifehunt scythe, yes, the man of the east was obsessed with such a weapon the moment he heard mere whispers about it from a former undead asylum prisoner. It would be a fine addition to his collection.

" 'ts a shame, thou hath left me no choice..." immediately, the woman vanished from sight. Shiva, however, didn't panic; he maintained his focus not for long though as a fierce strike of the invisible scythe pierced his iron shield entirely rending it useless.

He stepped back, shocked from his shield's fate. That very shield bashed countless foes and deflected various projections primed at him "Where are you damn it!" exclaimed the man aloud, he started to swing his Murakumo left and right but in avail. Another strike clawed his left shoulder, blood sprouted like a fountain from his wound. The wound by itself is far from an actual threat... the blood loss.. that's another story.

Soon, he fell down to his knees. His vision was burly, he couldn't even wield his sword properly. Just then, the lady in white revealed herself.

"Didst thou not see why Ariamis created this world?"

"NOW!"

The moment she raised her scythe for the final blow, a cloud dark mist enshrouded her. She could not see a thing but that was her least concerns; as she felt a series of sharp slices wrecking her delicate legs. When the mist dispersed, Shiva was no where to be seen. Instead, a man veiled in shadowy leather outfit thrust his katana right in her heart. The blade was so delicate that it couldn't puncture past the ribcage it was stuck there.

"Now...now thou hath enticed mine wrath!" her right hand morphed into a scaly dragon-like hand with claws sharper than the man's katana.

It tore his leathery outfit as if it didn't exist in the first place. If it weren't for his back-step, she would have his heart tangled with her claws. Still, it drew a decent amount of blood and a life long scar... that is if he survived such encounter.

Shiva's body guard put on his ring of fog making him near invisible. He knew for sure that she is poisoned from his mist and she is crippled from the slashes down her legs. She could not walk but barely... or so he thought...

"Mother O mother, aid me with thine light in my plight." the eastern glared as she fully healed her injuries with a princess guard's miracle. Armless, he backed away to the bridge where Shiva (who gulped down an Estus flask) awaited above the archway for a plunging attack. Priscilla was lured out with ease but when Shiva jumped for the bashing blow, she grabbed him in midair throwing him feet away towards his bodyguard.

"..." Shiva quickly handled him a notched whip , one of many trinkets they plundered in this world. The silent man went first by spraying surges of fire at the woman while Shiva ducked under her waist-cloth and cut her fluffy tail. The crossbreed shrieked in pain "thou shalt pay the price!"

Again she disappeared, this time however, was gone entirely; no one was on the bridge spare the duo and the corpses of the 'peaceful inhabitants'. "be on your guard." the dyad backed each other,each anticipating any sudden move. The shadowy one pointed at the very top of the ruined tower, it was Priscilla with a scaleless white wings of sort...

It was just the beginning...

"Father O father! Embrace thine power in me! Embrace thine power in me! EMBRACE THINE POWER IN- RRAWWHH!" everythingchanged afterward ; the world became filled with blizzard and ice storms, the once peaceful daughter morphed into a tailless, partially scaleless dragon. "RUN RUN RUN!" her white breath of doom almost destroyed anything on it's path. Shiva and his bodyguard took cover just in time.

"what to do? What to do? Curses!" Shiva had NEVER fought dragons before, it was perhaps he worst situation he had gotten himself into "this place is unsafe, our only hope lies in our stash... which is regrettably on the other side."

"..." his comrade sprang from the bridge, Shiva entirely didn't expect that. He shouted to the white dragon to give his friend (who still wore the ring) a chance of sort "Come 'ere you bastard of a child! Meet my- oh blazes..."

chomp!

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suspense! Didn't see that coming are ya? In all seriousness, Priscilla is a bad ass but as promised the outcome is entirely up to you though I am inclined to Shiva somehow :/

thanks for reading!