Chapter 4: Fight…to the Death?
ALEXA POV
I shrank back as something huge and hairy landed in between Carlisle and I. With one kick from the thing, he flew back and crashed into the group.
Before I could react, Elfohrys joined him. The thing laughed, and I put two and two together.
The Director.
She looked over her shoulder to smirk at me, and my anger rose. "Hello again." She said. Her voice was now low and guttural. She primped one of her huge horns.
"Like the upgrades?" She stroked them both. "That's what turning into an Urgal will do to you."
My mind whirled. What the hell was an Urgal? I went to get up but one look from the Director stopped me. Trying not to panic, I looked around the Director.
I watched the group quickly get it together. Eylador ran forward, turning to fire, but with a hiss, a shimmering pink wall appeared, and when he ran into it, a huge electrical shock went through him.
She dropped the wall as he did. Ambrosia hissed and helped him up. Disgust filled me. The Director was playing with us. I eyed Carlisle's dropped sword, a plan forming in my mind.
Flashback
I parried swiftly and plunged my rapier into my best friend Alyson's thigh. Her foil flashed. I grinned and took off my helmet.
"Good play sir!" She said in her chummy British accent. "You're too good at fencing. Why did I ever agree to play you?"
"It was probably my good looks." I said, twirling my sword in my hand and posing like a super model.
She laughed and put her helmet back on. "Another round then good sir." We bowed and were off again.
End of Flashback
Ambrosia caught my eye, and suddenly, she threw my stones. I leaped up to catch them, falling to the side. The wall flew up, but not before at least half of my stones made it through, and I caught them, landing heavily on my side as the Director roared in fury.
The rest pinged off and rolled on the other side. I cried out in relief as energy flooded into me. The emptiness retreated a little. I checked out what I had quickly.
Despair flooded through me. The healing stone had not made it through. I was doomed. I had Earth, Fire and Air.
A huge kick to my stomach brought me back to my senses. I smashed into the wall, and I winced. The Director looked angry. VERY angry.
"You. You have ruined everything for me." She hissed, pulling a very nasty looking ax off her back. She flinched and looked back at the force field to see my baby, Elfohrys sizzle off of it.
Taking full advantage, I rolled, grabbed Carlisle's sword and faced the Director. I quickly checked my internal clock that had started so long ago when my stones were stolen.
Even with half of them back, I didn't have a whole lot of time.
"I hope you all enjoy the show." The Director smirked at Elfohrys and he swelled with anger. Then she threw her ax at me without breaking eye contact with Elfohrys. It took me by surprise.
I made a force field and caught it a fraction of an inch away from my nose. Then I turned it and shot it back at her, whirling end over end.
I staggered as the energy left me, using my sword like a cane. The Director ran forward and drop kicked me. I rolled to the left and felt my teeth vibrate as her ax smashed the ground just next to me.
I slid my sword under me and cut a gash in her leg, then dove between them as she brought her ax down, screaming. It caught the edge of my pants, and I gasped as she kicked me in the ribs again. I tore my pants and drop kicked her and went to kick her in the head.
The Director grabbed my leg and threw me across the room. Wincing, I struggled upright with my sword.
Then I was blocking blow after bone shattering blow as the Director hit at me again and again with her ax, until I was against the wall. My arms and the sword trembled with the effort.
Thinking back to when I used to fence, all though that seemed light-years ago, I twirled my sword as fast as I could, around and around her ax, then I heaved, throwing it off to the side.
I went to slash her neck, when she kicked me where she had beat me up before. Pain reverberated up my spine and I cried out, dropping my sword.
She kicked my sword away and advanced. Then we where doing brutal hand combat. We where punching, kicking, rolling and in her case, grunting.
I leapt into the air and blasted her in the chest with a huge roundhouse kick. But she barely staggered! What did she do to herself?! I fell and rolled, and got up a little too slow.
She back handed me so hard, I heard my neck make cricking noises, and I felt one of her nasty fingernails draw blood. I twirled to the side, brought my momentum around, and with all my strength kicked her in the back of the neck.
Unfortunately, she was fast, faster than me, the currently half-human elf. I got her in the shoulder, sending her staggering back over to her ax.
Shit.
Using magic, I brought my sword back to me. I hissed as I felt my energy leave again. Then we were dancing a dangerous dance of sharpened steel. A dance of death.
Panting, we flew out, then in close, pressing on each others weapon, trying to gain an edge. I spat in her face, and she flew back, clawing at her eyes. I took a risk and incinerated her sword arm.
Burning Urgal flesh should never be made into a candle. Black spots swarmed on my vision from my loss of stamina.
Cradling her burnt arm, she picked up her ax with her other arm. Weary from my display of magic, I went on defense. How long could I keep this up?
She kicked me in the knee and I heard it pop. Pain flew up me leg and I screamed and backed up crab like on the ground where I had fallen as she advanced, ignoring each fresh wave of pain as I moved my knee.
ELFOHRYS POV
I was frozen as I watched her beautiful face watch the Director as she crawled backward, one hand searching for her sword. It was only a few more feet away!
Then an idea hit me. If I couldn't get through…could my magic? Concentrating and thinking quickly, I grabbed the Director's ax with my mind and threw it with air. It imbedded into the rock.
And that was all the time Alexa needed. She lunged, grabbed her sword and staggered to her feet, pale. She had a scratch on her face from where the Director had backhanded her.
She limped around the Director, sword steady in her hand. The Director smiled, walked calmly over to the force field and touched it. It turned a black color.
Then she pulled a sword out of her skin like clothing. The blade was thin and sharp.
I went to disarm her, but pain flashed through my body and I grabbed my head and winced.
She had done something to the force field. Alexa's eyes flashed to mine, hearing my hiss of pain. I felt her mental connection. She was out of time.
The Director charged.
With a cry, Alexa in one simple move, disarmed and stabbed her, right in the chest. The Director's sword clattered to the floor next to her. The Director lurched, and morphed back into her human form.
Alexa gasped and pushed her sword in deeper, shaking. Blood poured from the Director on her hands and the floor.
The Director fell to her knees.
Alexa cried out and put a hand over her heart as she got closer and closer to death. I dimly heard my own voice as I shouted when the Director snatched her sword, taking advantage of her weakness.
Alexa went to block her, but her sword was lodged in the Director.
I lurched as the sword went through my love, right in the heart. The Director gurgled a laugh and her falling weight pulled Alexa's sword out of her grasp. The Director hit the ground with a thud.
Alexa's clock was winding down quickly; the wound was taking its toll. My love looked so odd with a sword sticking out of her. She convulsed with a small cry as she pulled out the Director's sword with pale, shaking hands.
The Director died, and the force field broke just as Alexa's time ran out.
I launched myself across the space as her eyes closed.
I caught her as she fell.