"Scandalous wench!" William almost cried, voice breaking.

"Oh, come on!" Deena's arms fell at her sides, dumbfounded. "Why is everyone so obsessed with her?! She merely understands the Dragon Language. I am Deena! Half-Dragon. Half Sorcerer." Her hands trailed over to her breasts, tightening around the squishy globes of sweet heaven. "All fun! Hell, I'm a God to others and she gets all the admiration?"

William wasn't going to lie, that sounded like fun, but he left those carefree days of a Raider behind. He never looked back. "Fuck you..."

"While I'm just busy boring myself to death with my perfection an' all, Lyannah, the Dragonborn, is nothing to me. Just..." she pointed furiously at Lyannah's body with a mean smile, "look at her! She's barely another kill to my name."

William felt so angry but too weak to pull the trigger. It was pointing at the ground by now but still… "She was more than that to me. I loved her! And you… You…" William moved his revolver towards Deena and as he was about to pull the trigger something black came at him quickly in a blur. A black dagger was stuffed down the barrel of his gun. "The fuck..."

Deena pulled back her left arm and stuffed her hands down her sleeves. "You mortals and your disgusting, ugly guns. Real warriors dive into the fray with nothing but a sword and a smile." William dropped his revolver and reached for the hunting rifle slung over his back. Deena sighed and pulled her left arm form her sleeves. Like a claw, her hand shot out at William and suddenly, he started to choke.

William gasped and gurgled, Deena lifted his flailing body off the ground. By inches, and then almost two feet. There was no control in his right arm, he used his free hand to try and fight something strangling him. There was nothing there. His gun-hand moved away.

"You got spunk, mortal. I like spunk..." Deena smiled. "Tell you what, Six, how about you swear your loyalty to me and I'll let you live. I'm going to need a new toy to play with since I just… broke the old one. How about it?"

"Fuck you," William growled, almost strangulated.

"You don't know what you're missing. I'm just as good as Lyannah." Deena groped at her breast with her free hand. "I can fulfil all your sexual desires and maybe some of my own. Perhaps you can stand at my side when I start my conquest."

"You're not like her… Lyannah had heart and soul, two things you will never have with your cruelty." William felt the airwaves closing on his neck every word he spoke, if he were to die, it would be worth it. Just to see Lyannah again… "You're a monster, plain and simple," he struggled to say.

Deena sighed with defeat, her hand dropped from her breast. "I pity you mortals... What you call love is just a crutch, a handicap to your development as a species. I'm offering you pure satisfaction and you're fighting it? I give up… Well it was nice, but I guess this is how you die now..."

William's hands moved the rifle under his neck and then up against his body, barrel pointing up to his head. Deena was going to force him to kill himself. He closed his eyes, thinking of Lyannah, and the first time they met. Finally…

"Lyannah died like a little bitch, getting off to me and our bodies. She was soooo wet and hot for a good fuck and you're going to kill yourself because you're an arrogant killjoy. Well done and good-"

A worn, rusted van came barrelling at Deena and swept her under its weight. It was spinning rapidly giving her no chance to get away, as under became over and so on for sever meters. Rusted metal crashing into itself was thundering as it just rolled over Deena and missed William with room to spare.

The van crashed into an equally worn construction vehicle, a yellow crane of sorts. The van was broken enough to have it's parts explode off the chassis upon contact, though the speed and sudden collision was great, Deena flew off in one piece far off to the left. William had hoped she was as far as the metal fence behind him.

William didn't lose as much breath as he though, falling down after that big blur went right past him. Lyannah walked to him, struggling to keep up a pace in a straight line. Her eyes was half closed and blood was running almost down to her thighs, with no colour in her bare body.

"Lyannah!"

William ran to her and as she was about to collapse almost out of an arm's reach, he kept her up with his left under her armpit. He slapped her cheeks a bit to get her to talk, being out of it made most of her words come out as gibberish.

"Stay with me, Lyannah."

Lyannah looked at William. "Trying..."

William checked his pockets and found what he wanted, a needle with a bit of juice. "I'll patch you up."

Lyannah nodded and he injected her with something that made a lot of the pain go away. She closed her eyes and mumbled. "Damn, that feels nice..."

William discarded the med-x and went for the same pockets again. She saw him thrust the stimpak into her right shoulder. Her eyes rolled, her body was quivering in a good way. A rippling sensation. "I don't remember feeling this good in a while..."

"You're speaking clearer now, so that's good."

"No, listen..." Lyannah brushed William off her and held his hand firmly with seriousness in her sore eyes. "You need to get out of here, William. Deena will… Please… just go..."

"She's killing you out there! Come on, move it!"

Lyannah shook her head. "I brought her here, William, she's my full responsibility and-"

"You didn't know, how could you have known?"

"And… it's up to me to take her out..."

"Not alone you're not, we can do it, together!"

"She's not even in her true form, William… At least when I go, you, and everyone else will have more time to prepare for her..."

William choked and felt his heart hurt. "Lyannah… no..."

"I'm a DANGER to you William, not just you but everyone around me! She won't let me go… and the longer I live, the more opportunities she'll have to hurt me… Even as far as killing everyone I ever knew..."

"You're asking for too much-"

Lyannah stepped to William and halted his voice with a kiss. She breathed and their eyes closed. "The hardest decisions ask for the strongest wills."

"What about Rhys and Anita?"

Lyannah sighed, heavily. "They can survive without a mother… I did…"

She pushed away from William before she felt the doubts catch up on her and stretched her arm out behind herself. Something long and black flew into her hands. She drew a line in the dirt with her sword and turned back around.

"Now go." Lyannah brought her ebony sword up above her head with her left arm out in front, waiting for battle.

"You can't ask me to-"

"Now go!"

William huffed, looking at his busted revolver on the ground. He could get his rifle and stand his ground, and that was his final decision. "No. You know what? I won't."

"Fine. You want to help, cover your head and protect it. I have a plan..."

William hesitated and forgot to move to his rifle. "Okay. I trust you." He wrapped his head in his arms, hands on top of his coconut. "Now what? Gonna shout or cast a spell or something?"

"Yes." Lyannah's eyes started to tear up and she could barely contain her grief. She looked to William. "Tell the kids… I love them, and I'm doing this for their own good-"

William heard Lyannah fully but felt something was amiss. "Wait..."

"I'll try to make this as painless as possible..." Lyannah lowered her sword arm and inhaled.

"Lyannah, no!"

"Fus Ro Dah!"

A crackle as loud as thunder kicked up a mighty force that blew William off his feet, head over heals and rolling just over the ground behind him at rocket speed. The dust settled and he was gone, practically flew as far as the metal fence around the area's perimeter. Lyannah didn't want to aim too high but felt it had to be enough to get him near or outside the perimeter, out of harm's way. His light weight aided to that.

Not a moment too soon. Deena levitated over from the direction she was last seen. Lyannah felt anger radiate from her stillness. Like an impatient person was being denied something they had wanted for a long time coming. Lyannah felt like another round and brought her sword back up over her head, readying the defensive stance of Form Three.

"It's my fault, really. Getting caught off guard like that. I should've made sure you were dead." Deena stopped a few meters in front of Lyannah and smiled. "You look like you're ready for me this time… Is that Form Three I see?"

"You should know..."

"Ha! You're right. I should, and I do." Deena stretched her arm out at Lyannah and she dipped to her right, avoiding something flying past her in a red and goldish blur. Deena's halberd was back in her hand. "That Form's defence is powerless to Form Eight's superior offence."

"I'd like to see you try," Lyannah growled.

Deena snickered and ripped off her cloak, peeling it away like a second skin. "Aren't you the one for famous last words..."