Thank you Cappsy for your editing, writing a fight scene is tough!
Again, I don't own any part of Lost Girl.
Lift the Veil
Chapter Two: Life to Give and Take
It was nearly one o'clock when Bo and Lauren arrived at the Dal together. The waystation was crowded with dark and light fae alike; they had to push through the crowd to reach Dyson who was sitting at the bar.
The Succubus touched his shoulder; he turned to look at her briefly before turning his head back to the small television hanging close to the ceiling. From what she could tell, what was on the screen was a battle. There were bodies on the ground; the setting was a day lit meadow with trees in the far background. In front of the camera was a beat up looking woman, her long dark dread locks looking singed in various spots. She had just impaled a red haired man in the stomach; there was also a major cut on his left leg that was bleeding out.
"It looks like Riordan the Phoenix is out, leaving behind just three!" an excited commentator announced, barely audible over the sounds of the bar, but enhanced with the closed captioning at the bottom of the screen. "Who will be our next Morrigan, the Gorgon, the Amazon, or the Valkyrie, it is anybody's match!"
"Don't count out Riordan" another speaker said. "He's known to heal quickly, but if he succumbs to his injuries before the match ends, he could be back in this—as we know, a Phoenix will rise from its own ashes!
The screen then shifted to another battle currently happening at another point in the field. There was a grey haired woman staring up at the sky seeming blinded by the noon day sun.
"Dyson, what's happening?" Bo yelled into Dyson's ear. "He said a Valkyrie—not Tamsin?"
"Oh, it's her. I had no idea she was interested in politics!" He shouted back.
"How's she doing?" Lauren cut in.
"She felled the first five by convincing them to kill themselves" he began "but then she slaughtered two more with a sword before taking flight. The rest have been killing each other"
"This is a battle to the death, right?" The doctor asked, receiving a nod from the cop.
The camera suddenly went back to the Amazon who threw a javelin at the silver haired Gorgon who gnashed her teeth and ran towards the darker woman still about a hundred yards away.
The noise became deafening, the people around them pushed closer trying to get a better view. The reek of alcohol and body odor blended with her fear that perhaps last night was the last time she'd ever converse with her roommate- would Kenzi ever forgive her for allowing this to happen? It made her feel sick to her stomach, but the only place to throw up at this point would be all over the bar or on top of Lauren,.or the bystanders behind them. She swallowed it down.
The women on the television met together with metallic weapons clashing against one another. The Amazon was at a disadvantage it seemed because she couldn't look directly at the other woman or risk turning to stone. Suddenly, the camera panned upward to the sky where a black shadow was descending with wings outstretched.
"Tamsin" Bo whispered to herself, amazed at what she was watching.
"She's coming down again!" The caption read on the screen.
The camera returned to the other warriors, the Gorgon's mouth seemed to be screaming-
"Idiot, stop!"
What they conversed next couldn't be heard, but what followed showed them turning together to face the Valkyrie whose landing on the earth caused the women to lose their balances from the quake. Tamsin's face was wild with wide eyes; and her teeth in a feral grin. Her wings were wide still. She was dressed in silver armour that was decorated with gore.
She laughed maniacally and directed her blade to them.
"She's a beast!" One commentator screamed. "She appears to be mocking her opponents for not allying against her sooner.
Trick appeared before Bo, Lauren and Dyson with three mugs of beer.
"This isn't natural." Trick spoke loudly at them. "This wasn't supposed to happen today and she shouldn't be in this!"
"What do you mean?" Bo called back with her eyes transfixed to the television. She never received an answer; the barman also turned his focus to the battle in time to see Tamsin use lightning speed to kick the Amazon in the face, throwing her back several yards. She was likely still alive, but the camera moved back to the gorgon who was desperately trying to make eye contact with the Valkyrie who was arrogantly sauntering towards her with a confident swagger. Her eyes were not to the other woman's but seemed to be at her chest.
"Tamsin: Nice rack" the caption read, unheard by the audience. Several people laughed in the crowd.
Suddenly, the grey haired woman lunged towards her with a dirk in each hand. Tamsin back-flipped five feet, and as her feet touched the ground, she thrust her sword arm forward, releasing the blade upwards directly into the gorgon's eyes. As the fallen woman's body began to slump downwards, a spear whistled from behind the Gorgon where the Valkyrie could not see quickly enough. She moved only just in time, receiving a slash in her left arm.
"Tamsin: Fuck." Read the caption. "Good one."
Blood trickled down the limb of the unarmed Valkyrie. The Amazon called Artemesia according to the Commentator also held no weapon. They dashed towards one another beginning hand to hand combat. As they met, they began trading blows with fists and feet, but neither seemed to cause significant damage for several minutes.
The room was a cacophony of sounds; cheers, boos, growls and groans. Bodies were compressed closely together as the final moments of the battle approached. Lauren was certain someone with claws had just cupped her ass briefly, but she didn't turn her head to see who it was lest she miss the fights conclusion. The Amazon looked fatigued, but within her eyes burned a flame—she was ready to win this, and should she fail, she was prepared to die a warrior. Meanwhile, the Valkyrie looked fresh, as if she had only just stepped into battle moments ago.
Suddenly, the women were down on the ground. Tamsin was choking the darker woman, saying something the network couldn't catch. At the same time, Artemesia was reaching out her arm-a spear—just at her fingertips.
Tamsin flipped backwards off the other, landing on her feet. She stood relaxed and extended her arms outwards with her palms facing the sky. Her eyes were intense upon her opponent, but she was not giving her the Harbinger face.
The Amazon stood and held her spear as if she was ready to throw it.
"Tamsin: Can you defeat me?" The screen read, and suddenly Tamsin's face became peaceful. The camera turned to Artemesia who looked hard at the other woman, but admiringly. They stood like this for seconds before the spear was dropped.
The crowd gasped then fell silent.
The dark woman walked before the winged woman and kneeled.
"I am not your equal." She declared with her head bowed.
A loud roar erupted in the room with several disgruntled groans. Clearly, many people had lost bets this day.
Bo, herself was flooded with relief, but also shock. Did this mean Tamsin was the new Morrigan? Also, if this was a fight to the death, did this mean the viewers were about to witness an execution.
Trick had a look of anger and confusion on his face. He was talking to himself, but he wasn't audible over the celebratory sounds in the room.
"Bar man, drinks on the house from me!" A loud spectator yelled above the others, and suddenly the noise from the crowd doubled.
Mark, who suddenly appeared from wherever in the crowd he had been, jumped over the bar to immediately begin serving. Trick was pouring shots left right and center. Everyone had seemed to forget the television was still broadcasting.
The trio kept watching as Tamsin, flanked by her Amazon approached the bloody yet still living body of the dying Phoenix. She knelt beside him and took the dagger from his hip.
"Tamsin: Do you challenge me or will you follow?"
She put the dagger in his weak, but clearly stronger right hand and directed the edge to her heart.
The red haired man laughed and blood sputtered from his mouth.
The conversation continued as the camera moved away from the scene of the three competitors. Tamsin was looking compassionately at the downed man as the Amazon stood beside them at guard.
"What's happening?" One Commentator called out as the screen went dark. An anti-climactic ending it seemed before a commercial came on for Tide laundry soap—because how else is one to remove the blood and guts from their clothing after a great battle?
Suddenly, a loud rumble shook the roof above them. The lightning storm seemed to be starting up again after the several hours of calm. The jubilation yet continued in the Dal Riata, just as it was in every dark fae business and home in the territory.
Despite the potential for danger, Bo went outside followed by Lauren and Dyson.
There was no rain yet, but the dark cloud above them caused the street lights to come on.
The three tried to understand together how this came to be. An event of this magnitude tended to be advertised for weeks in advance. Also, the contenders needed to be Dark Fae of influence, especially with the council of elders.
Small bursts of lightning lit up the sky from high above, but still no rain.
Bo suddenly remembered her conversation with Kenzi earlier in the day.
"Kenzi said Tamsin was looking for a fight."
"To get over a broken heart?" Dyson said, imagining what his friend would do in this scenario. "Sounds like Tamsin, but she's not interested in power. That's just not her thing, unless…"
He stopped talking as a troubled expression crossed his face. Meanwhile, a bright white flash of lightning erupted in the middle of the sky, lighting the earth for just that split second before a sudden calm. From the epicentre of the supposed storm, it seemed the cloud was breaking already.
"This is her last life, a battle she might not win…I think this was a suicide attempt."
What is up Trick's ass, why does he gotta hate on Tamsin? Is Bo getting out of Kenzi's bad book anytime soon? If Tamsin's the Morrigan, what will her official beverage be? I'm guessing Dark Belch. Who grabbed Lauren's ass and why didn't Bo kill them?
I won't tease these out for long, I can't keep secrets like the Trickster there.