-Chapter 21: Haunted by the past-
Yorick stabbed his shovel into the ground in front of him, leaning on it as he spoke. "Now your pasts are dug up, what will you do to hide it again?"
Neither Riven or Yasuo moved, both of them where watching the two revived figures who stood in front of them, Riven fell to her knees after a moment, her hair hiding her face.
It was at this point the now all to familiar dragon's voice. "Oh come now, don't act too shocked, the reason they could be summoned was because of the two of you anyway. After all, it was because of the grief and guilt you felt surrounding the circumstances of their deaths that kept there souls from resting." The dragon said from high above all of them, watching the spectacle play out.
It was at this point the two figures; both Yone and Falché began to regain some of their previous personalities. Yone was the first to speak, but his voice sounded hollow, sounded dead, like he was. "Why must it always come to this, why must we always fight?" Yasuo didn't respond.
Next, it was Falché. "You never bowed your head to any before. Why do you start now, commander?" It seemed Yone wasn't the only who's voice was hollow, but it sounded...wrong still. As if it were many voices speaking at once. At hearing him speak, the hand Riven held around the hilt of her sword tightened its grip. Other then that; neither Riven nor Yasuo moved.
Nothing moved, except for the occasional flap of wings from Ao Shin, who still flew overhead. But a flurry of movement, all at once. Falché dashed towards Riven, the thin sword he fought with held loosely with his left hand. He was directly in front of Riven in an instant; almost as if he had flashed, and it seemed to fast to react to as he slashed straight down.
At the last possible second, Riven raised her sword, deflected the blow to her left. Falche danced to the left, spinning in the same direction and bringing his sword around for another slash as he did; this one aimed for Riven's throat. It never connected, instead hitting the flat of her sword as she blocked. She still wasn't looking up. "So you do still remember." Falche said as he hopped back, out of range.
This time, Riven spoke, her voice broken and strained. "How could I not? After all, who taught you that?"
Yasuo still stood next to her, watching out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tear fall from behind the hair covering her face. But only one.
When Riven looked up, her eyes were almost red with anger. If looks could kill, well let's just saw Yorick would wish he had never risen from his grave. "You bastard." Riven growled through clenched teeth as she rose to her feet. "All of them!" She yelled in anger.
All of them..?
Yorick had torn apart the souls of all of the soldiers in her company, and patched them back together, using Falche as the medium.
"I was wondering when you would notice." Now he was just baiting her into a fight. And I fight he would get.
Riven dashed forwards, straight towards Yorick who wore a twisted grin. Right beside her; was Falche. It looked as if he was going to help her at first, until he slashed at her midsection, and she dodged just in time, turning to face her new opponent that stood in her way.
As this was happening, Yasuo's attention was drawn towards his Brother, who had stepped forwards and held his sword in a dueling stance. There was no getting away from fighting his Brother again. Yasuo drew his sword as he spoke. "So then we have to do this again." And with that, he dashed towards Yone, and Yone mirroring his movement.
(AN. Sorry for this being a bit short, both Riven and Yasuo are going to get a chapter to themselves for the fighting, but they are fighting at the same time. Just sit tight for the next chapter. ^-^)