TazirVile had returned the night before to find that his brother had tried to usurp his troops from under him, a most unwise move since Goblins kept their ties to one military leader and took no other orders from another, Goblins were known to attack usurpers sometimes for attempting to usurp leadership from their leader, he was glad that his troops hadn't done that with KurukVile but boy was he ever miffed at his brother for trying it. He had gone into KurukVile's ship angrily, had barged right in during a meal that his brother was having with his family, all of them present not just his wife and two youngest children, and had demanded to know what the hell his problem was and asking if he had any idea of what danger he had put himself in by trying to take his troops out from under him. Kuruk had no chance to answer, their father had answered for him. DuruVile had stood up and said that he had put the idea in his brother's head to take over. He had ended the conversation by saying that Kuruk had shown a weakness in leadership by not being able to do so with his troops. That had sparked a fight up between his brother and father, Kuruk claimed he hadn't wanted to do it in the first place because the Goblin troops were not his loyal army, DuruVile had claimed that he had shown dire weakness in not being able to draw their loyalties to him. When TazirVile had mentioned that his brother could have been seriously injured, even killed, by his troops for his attempted usurption of leadership his father had sat down and said that he had no worry about that. The meal had continued, he hadn't been invited to join in or even offered a plate, he had left the ship very angry. His brother had disrespected him by trying to take over his troops and his father had just said in plain view of everyone that he basically didn't care. He had ordered all of his troops to start taking camp down, when it was just rolled up blankets on the ground he had sent out the carts with the weapons and the vehicles with the high-powered guns that would disperse the awaiting forces behind the shield. At noon he had sat down for a quick meal, a small one as he had a fight still ahead of him. He hadn't touched his food, his body and mind were too transfixed on the battle ahead of him, he had taken his crumpled noodles and barley chicken back to his ship. When he had exited his ship, wearing nothing but a pair of deep blue pants, black boots and a long black arm guard on his left arm he had noticed that there were three beings walking towards him. He had just to take one look to see that it was his dear mother, sister and his mother's husband, his step-father. He walked up to them quickly, his mother's husband shook his hand when he was in standing distance.
"Congratulations on the universal mate and the upcoming baby, Tazir." Cheshire Ubalki said.
"Cheshire, mother what..." TazirVile started to say, his mother held up her hand to silence him.
"We're not here to join in any battles, sweetheart." Ashaklar said. "We're just going to stand in the background and watch."
"Will that be okay to do?" QeetaVile asked. "Do you think that is safe to do?"
QeetaVile, or Qeeta, as he and his mother and all of his sister's friends called her, was a tall being that had teal colored skin and circular silver eyes. Unlike him, his sister hadn't inherited the eye ailment for sun sensitivity and he was glad for it. Qeeta stood five foot eight inches tall, she had long jet-black hair that was braided on the sides and, just like her older brother, she had suction-cups on the tips of each of her fingers. She had small breasts, a petite, pencil thin-like body and was wearing a red tunic that had a black belt around it and black slacks, on her feet were four-inch red heels. Cheshire Ubalki, his mother's husband whom she had married sixty thousand years ago, was a tall man standing six-foot three inches tall that had dark blue skin and almond-shaped eyes the color of bronze. He had a lot of muscle on his arms and chest while the rest of him was slender. He was wearing a brown shirt, a black vest with ties was over it, and he had brown pants and shoes on, he had inherited the eye ailment in only one eye and had a goggled monocle on. Before TazirVile could answer the question his sister had asked him his brother walked up.
"I'm afraid that all women have to stay behind the lines, no woman is to fight in this battle today." KurukVile said when he walked up. He nodded at QeetaVile once. "Qeeta, how is it that my brother inherited the sensitive eyes and you didn't? You look lovely every time I see you."
"Hello, Brother, and thank you." QeetaVile replied. "My brother just got through telling us that."
"Did he now," KurukVile elbowed his brother in the side once jokingly. "Cheating on my granddaughter already, Brother? Who is this lovely dish here."
He had seen the tall woman with his sister and had decided to walk up and introduce himself. Irka knew he'd never cheat on her, and he never had, but there was no problem with a small flirt here and there, he saved the deep flirting for his wife and made a point at keeping it at that. The woman between his younger half-sister and the dark blue skinned Zetakin wearing a single goggled monocle over his eye was a very pretty woman, he thought. She had a long, petit body with medium-sized breasts that made her look unbalanced. He long arms ended in hands that had suction-cups on the finger tips. Her skin was dark blue and her eyes were a shiny silver. She was wearing a long dark green gown with a light green belt around her waist and she had a pair of dark green riding boots on her feet. She had a necklace on that dropped down past her collar-bone, it shown of Swarovski gems, there were several beaded strands that hung down from it, the beads were also Swarovski gems, a large green diamond was in the center.
"This must be the famous Kuruk," Ashaklar said.
"Indeed it is miss." KurukVile said, he bowed politely.
"My, the newspapers do not capture you well." Ashaklar said. "They miss so much of the muscle."
"Indeed they do." KurukVile flexed his arms twice, showing off. "A man has to be strong to conquer and rule a galaxy."
"But also gentle with his woman." Cheshire spoke up. "A man must never use that muscled bulk on his woman. Or children."
"Right you are mister..." KurukVile waved his hand, he was waiting on a name to be said to him.
"Cheshire Ubalki."
"Nice to meet you." KurukVile shook Cheshire's hand. "I'm afraid I have not had the pleasure of gaining your name, miss."
"Ah-..."
"Well I will be hog-tied and bush-whacked!" DuruVile Surfeit walked up slowly, he had Cyla on his arm. "What a nice surprise for one of my ex's to show up."
KurukVile backed off quickly when his wife walked up to him. He wrapped his arm around her and pecked her twice on the cheek. He felt a bit embarrassed, he should have known that the woman he had been shooting small flirts at was his brother's mother. TazirVile glanced at him and nodded his head, KurukVile had the idea that he was laughing inside at him. He had a right, KurukVile thought. The mood had changed now from being a bit cheery and playful to tense, Cyla was glaring at Ashaklar and DuruVile fully knew it, he didn't stop her from doing so. Cheshire had taken one step forward then had stopped, his hands were not in fists but boy where they held ready to become fists.
"Ashaklar Zoopray, what is the pleasure of your coming here without calling first?" DuruVile said loudly.
"My son," Ashaklar replied, she had a strong look on her face.
"Our son," DuruVile was quick in replying. "and what has our underling done to cause his dear mama to come here. Surely he can take a piss without you standing by the door to see if he's alright."
"Not a thing but fallen in love." Ashaklar replied equally as fast.
"I do believe our son, if he is truly the dominant of Angel's mates, is capable of capturing her without needing your fine hand to guide him." DuruVile said.
"I've caught her before, I can do it again." TazirVile spoke up.
"I will believe it when I see it dear boy." DuruVile replied. "That is one of very few things you and your brother have in common. You're inability to control a girl of Surfeit blood."
"You lack faith for our son, have always had." Ashaklar spoke up for her son who had been about to say something. "When are you going to realize he is just as good as that being beside you."
"Kuruk happens to be everything a father wants in a son." DuruVile punched KurukVile in the shoulder hard. "He's strong, successful, smart, a leader, a conquerer, a ruler, a husband and a father of more than one son and has two grandson's. He is a fine example of the Surfeit male."
"And so what is our son to you," Ashaklar responded. "to me he is all of that. He's just as good as your precious boy Kuruk, maybe even more so. Least he doesn't walk up and start flirting and showing off to a sibling's mother."
"Hey now don't bust your top." KurukVile said. "You could have said something instead of leading me on."
"And how did I lead you on young man?" Ashaklar asked. "I don't believe I heard myself saying anything about your looks."
"You said something about the newspapers not capturing all of me."
"Yes, I did and I was simply talking and being honest." Ashaklar replied. "I didn't flex off my arm muscles now did I?"
Irka leaned up against her husband, she was laughing inside. Her Kuruk flexed off quite a lot, showing off his muscle. He had a right to be proud of his muscle, he had worked hard to get it and he worked hard to keep it and he was real gentle with her. Never in her marriage to him had he so much as struck her, there had been plenty of verbal fighting and storming off to different rooms but there hadn't been so much as a slap being dished out between him or her. KurukVile and she backed out of the conversation, they remained standing where they were but they didn't say anything else. They simply listened as DuruVile, Ashaklar and Cyla spoke, Cyla looked about to explode.
"So, my dear ex-wife," DuruVile said finally. "what have you done with your life after my leaving you? As you can tell, I remarried three times, fathered several more daughter's and went back and conquered the Keyla Galaxy."
"I remarried." Ashaklar replied.
"Oh, is that so now." DuruVile chuckled. "And what poor sap have you lolled in with your beauty?"
"This dear man here." Ashaklar nodded her head at Cheshire who nodded his head at DuruVile once. "A fine provider, and a fine man in the bed."
"You can't be serious." DuruVile said quickly. "He looks not efficient enough for providing for a woman."
"I have done well in providing for my pretty wife," Cheshire spoke up. "much more than what you did for her when you was married to her."
"Is that so," DuruVile glared at Cheshire. "tell me then Mr. Provider, how many son's have you produced through your pretty wife?"
"Three," Cheshire replied. "and a daughter."
"Poor Duru," Ashaklar said when DuruVile pulled his head back once. "you surely are not jealous over my Cheshire? Not a big, fine, Surfeit-blooded man like you."
"If I recall correctly, my dear ex-wife," DuruVile said after a few second pause. "I really had you going in the bedroom, am I not correct?"
"Are you talking about the hop in then hop out routine?" Ashaklar lowered one of her shiny silvery eyes in a wink.
"He must not have been very in on you then," Cyla finally spoke up. "had me going all night long, still does."
"Silly woman," Ashaklar snickered. "and how long did it take for you and him to have Kuruk again? It took him a hundred and fifteen years before he finally decided to head in for a nighter for me. And it took five hundred more before he did it again."
"Much less, sweetheart." Cyla had put emphasis on the sweetheart.
Angel had showed up in front of the troops and had noticed that they had put up a sandbag wall, she rolled her eyes then turned and performed a half squat while pulled her arms up. Slabs of Earth rose up all along the sandbag wall, when the ground slabs were up she turned and made several places open so that weapons could be fired. Her last act was to make the ground underneath of her sway some, she made water come up from the ground and fill the moat in front of the earth slabs. With that done she leaped up onto the slab behind her then jumped down to the side where the troops were positioned at. Captain O'Nell was giving orders that as soon as TazirVile sent his first group of Goblins in they were to fire without mercy, Lieutenant Rollins ran up to her and handed her a rifle which she took.
"Wish I had my sword." Angel sighed.
"Where is it?" Lieutenant Rollins asked.
"It flung and landed in front of Tazir's ship on Ite." Angel replied. "Either it's with him or it's still on Ite. I don't know, and I can't go looking for it."
"Surely you have another sword you can use." Lieutenant Rollins said.
"N-... actually there is."
Angel stomped her foot down then raised her arms and a square chunk of ground rose up, she pushed it out of the way then reached into the opening. Lieutenant Rollins watched in stunned disbelief as she took out a polished brown box about twenty inches long from the opening. She closed the opening after she took the box out then slowly opened the box. She slowly pulled the silk fabric away and exposed a very beautiful pearl-white sword that had a clouded design along the guards and handle. There was a light blue swirl going down the blade of the sword, the sword had a light brown sheath. She took the sword out then tied it to her waist. The sword made her look even more beautiful.
"Where is that yelling coming from?" Angel asked when she heard someone yelling off from a distance.
"Seems that DuruVile, his ex-wife and current wife are going at it." Lieutenant Rollins had a pair of binoculars up to his face. "Or, excuse me, his ex-wife and current wife. He seems to be enjoying the fussing, has a nice smile on his face."
"Don't surprise me." Angel gently took the binoculars from the Lieutenant and looked through them.
Master Vile had walked up with his hand on the pommel of his sword when he had heard the fighting, he was looking back and forth now from his grandmother and the woman who use to be his grandfather's third wife. Ashaklar had said something that had really angered his grandmother, something about his grandfather and the bedroom chamber. His father had made sure that his son stay out of it, both of his son's, now that Triskull had just walked up and he could hear his father telling the same to his sister as well. TazirVile had gone off for a short while to make sure his troops were ready for battle, he was now walking back, very slowly. When he came up he stared at Master Vile, it was a sort of mock stare, a taunting stare. Master Vile returned it, it was then that he noticed that his uncle had his daughter's fully black sword.
"How in the universe did you get a-hold of that!" Master Vile exclaimed, he pointed at his daughter's sword.
"It was flung out of... my wife's hand on Ite." TazirVile replied.
"When did she find the time to go to Ite?" Master Vile demanded to know. "Why was she there?"
"She was there to return my daughter to me." TazirVile replied. "Of which she had the entire time. There was a fight and this was flung out of her hand. Landed in front of the ramp of my ship and I snatched it up after I had the situation diffused."
"Give it to me!" Master Vile lunged forward for the sword, TazirVile stood still.
"No, think I'll hand it over to my mother for safe keeping." TazirVile handed the sword to Ashaklar. "Angel will get it back, don't you worry. After today, I'll come out "on top" with her resting safely in my arms wanting to go home with me."
"Don't count your chickens before they've hatched, Uncle!" Master Vile barked. "I doubt if you catch her, she's a flighty one. With a good bounce for good measure."
"Did I not already float her already, Nephew?" TazirVile replied. "Or was I mistaken that she had my child in her. A son or daughter, about two months along now."
"I'm betting it's a daughter," Master Vile laughed. "you're not fit to make a son. I made one on our first try."
"Second," TazirVile reminded Master Vile on the abortion Angel had gotten on Deocomos. "at least with our first she didn't dispel it."
DuruVile had never seen such a sword before and he highly approved of the one that his youngest son had in his hand. The sword was as black as night, the blade was as shined up as could be and was as thick and strong and it looked sharp. The handle of the sword was the only thing that wasn't black, it was a nicely polished and shined up silver. The part that met the blade was in the shape of a dragon, the mouth was open and flame swirls were painted in a dull black shot down from it, the guards were the wings and they curved up sharply. The handle part was long and thin while the top part ended in a single bubble. DuruVile also noticed that his son had his own sword, the one that was transparent with water that had gold dusting floating around in it which had a gold grip with a rube and aquamarine gem on either side of the guards held safely in a leather case that had rubies going down the middle.
"I'll be sure to safe keep it for you." Ashaklar said when she had the sword. "And for her. Now go get her and do please, be very careful. Don't stress her out too much, remember, she's pregnant with your child."
"Yes mother, I'll be sure to be careful." TazirVile said as he walked off.
"Just goes to show up how much of a disappointment you are," DuruVile shouted at the back of his secondborn son. "you're a grown man and are taking orders and instructions from your mother. Pathetic!"
"Hey, Tazir is not a disappointment!" Cheshire exclaimed. "He's a great man, a fine son to have. Shame on you."
"You make sure to watch what goes on," DuruVile said to Cheshire. "I know more about my boy than you. I'm his father, the only father he will ever have."
"Oh, that reminds me," Ashaklar turned to Cyla angrily. "how dare you and that husband of yours tell my son that you are his step-mother! Shame on you! You're not and will never be my special boy's mother."
"And I am very glad for that," Cyla replied. "otherwise I'd be walking around with a bag over my head whenever he's in my company. He's a very big disappointment, one I am glad to not have felled out from my bellframe."
"I'm proud to of had my boy," Ashaklar said proudly. "in my eye he's the best prodigy of DuruVile Surfeit." Ashaklar turned and walked off, Cheshire followed behind her. She stopped then turned around slowly. "And that does include that boy of yours."
Angel watched as TazirVile took to the front of his troops, he seemed a bit different to her, like he either had gained a few more muscles or had a bit more confidence in it that he hadn't the last time she had seen him. Angel looked back at the troops behind her, there was a line of tanks behind her with troops standing or kneeling in front of them ready to fire and there were more troops behind the tanks ready to run in. There were also helicopters at the ready above, just hovering, ready to let loose their missiles. They were ready, she turned back just as she heard TazirVile yell out for the first line of his Goblins to go into the shield, she watched in shocked disbelief as they walked forward then turned their shoulders. They entered the triple shield as if it wasn't there then turned around and started blasting it. Angel leaped up onto the slab wall and swung her sword out from its sheath, she yelled for the troops at the wall to open fire and for the tanks to fire upon the Goblins that were firing at the triple shield.
She wasn't to be left out, the Goblins at the shield were being driven back some by the onslaught of the tanks and rifle fire, she sent five air balls and a fire funnel out which drove the entire line out to the opposite side of the shield. She was about to yell out in victory when, suddenly, the entire front line of the Goblin army in front of the shield ran in. Half stayed at the shield, blasting it to pieces, the rest ran towards her and the troops. She leaped into the air and started twirling, she had her arms pulled in a cross tight against her chest, her body became enveloped in a purple glow. When the purple glow around her body got to its most brightest she shot her arms out and a million purple fire bullets fired out from her body. The front line of the advancing Goblins dropped to their knees, all were impaled by her purple fire bullets. The line behind them ran past, she felt two lasers strike her arm and she leaped down to the moat. She swung her arms down then gracefully turned, when there was a strand of water going around her body she started turning faster. When the water turned a bright yellow she shoved her hands forward, icicle bullets and shards flew out at the advancing Goblins. She made follow-ups by sending chunks of Earth flying in their wake along with sending lightning bolts out. The second line of Goblins dropped to their sides and were passed by the now recovered first line.
"Damn! Do these guys ever quit?" She yelled out loud.
She made the ground rise then sent it rolling back, she sent ground tornadoes and fire tornadoes out, she shoved her hands forward and sent a rolling wind back which slowed the advancing Goblins down some. Next, she made a fire ring around the moat which stopped the Goblins entirely. She back flipped back onto the slab of Earth which protected the now firing without mercy troops then jumped down and ran over to Lieutenant Rollins. It was then that the assault on the shield reached its peak and the shield, which had already started to crack and break, fall down. She ran forward and leaped up on the Earth slab and sent a mighty air blast back towards the troops, it protected them from the falling shards of her now fallen triple shield but she was cut in several places by the shards, mostly on her shoulders and back. Now with the shield down, TazirVile raced in, he overtook the stranglers that had gone in first then charged forward. Angel made a wall of fire shoot up in front of the Earth slab then she shrieked. TazirVile had dropped down, his knees bent and his rear near touching the ground, he leaped clear over her fire wall and swung his arms back. The water in the moat rose up in a wave and doused her fire wall, a black smoke rose up but that was all.
"You shouldn't be using magic sweetheart!" TazirVile exclaimed, then he lightened up when he saw her drop to one knee, her arms encircling her abdomen. "Here, let me take care of that for you."
Master Vile thought that he had been bested, he was now running into the now unprotected town of Stone Canyon heading for the troops that were firing at the Goblins that were now leaping over the Earth wall that Angel had put up, when he saw Angel drop to one of her knees and TazirVile walked up to her he thought that his uncle had come off on top. But as soon as his uncle's hand touched his daughter's abdomen and she was relieved of her universal mate pains she suddenly leaped up over his uncle and ran off. His uncle couldn't follow, he had five humans on him fighting him, he was swinging his sword unmercifully and in front of Master Vile's very own, glowing golden-yellow eyes, he felled three in one swing. Master Vile forgot about his uncle, he directed his sights on his daughter-mate. He hadn't been bested and had a chance to show his uncle up. He headed straight for Angel who had leaped down from the Earth wall, to his surprise she made a trail of fire behind her, she had a group of twenty Goblins chasing after her. He roared and headed straight for her, when she saw him she veered right, he swiped his hand at her and caught her skirt. Angel was wearing a wrap around black skirt with a gold-embroidered beltline and a tight black bra piece which had gold tassels hanging down from it. She had black beads and little gold coins braided in a few strands of her hair and on each upper arm she had gold arm bands. Just the sight of her clothing made him want to rip it off of her, he knew she had been with the gray-haired man that he hated so much. She slowed up some and he saw her hand go to her stomach, a wide smiled spread over his face as he put on a burst of speed. When he reached her he grabbed her, just before he could tighten his hold she pulled to the right then shot forward and went straight, right towards where his mother, grandmother, sister and daughter and his uncle's mother and her husband were standing.
"Tazir really led them into a battle down there," Irka said. "look at all the smoke."
"He really jumped high to get on that wall." Dara Dara said. "Didn't think he could jump like that."
"Tazir has some good reflexes on him and a good set of legs." Cyla spoke up. "Almost like a cricket, he can leap up with ease."
"Can granddad leap like that?" Rita asked.
As if in answer, Cyla pointed towards her son who had just gathered himself up and shot up ten feet from the wall. He landed on the Earth wall with barely a misstep then started swinging his sword hard, he felled ten men with two swipes then advanced on another group. KurukVile had looked like a well muscled jumping bean when he had leaped up, his every move showed his great strength. He was just wearing a pair of brown pants and brown boots, he had left his brown furred robe with his wife, she had it pressed against her tightly. Master Vile had left his breast-plate and robe with Rita, she had his robe around her and was enjoying the warmth it brought her. Rita was just about to point out that her great-grandfather, DuruVile, had just leaped up onto the wall effortlessly when she heard her father yell out. She turned to see her sister charging right at her.
Angel had decided to do a call back on her father and grandfather, when she had leaped from the Earth wall she had gone for the area that Irka, Cyla, Dara Dara and Rita were standing on. She had had a few issues, the pursuing Goblins who were on orders to capture her with harming her and her father who had near caught her when she had been suddenly zapped with pain but luckily the second she felt his hand touch her stomach she was relieved and shot forward, using every bit of her speed to get away then slowing up to save her stamina for later. It was a long run, she had had to increase her speed a few times to keep out of reach of her father, but when she saw her older half-sister who had their father's robe around herself she had ducked her head low. She plowed right into Rita who flew up shrieking then she headed for Dara Dara. Her aunt leaned out of the way of being plowed into but she felt a great pain in her legs just under the knees. When she looked down she saw that her legs had been sliced open and were bleeding badly. Cyla grabbed Irka and they both leaped out of the way screaming at Angel. When Angel was past both women forgot their orders, which were to just stand and watch the fighting. Irka and Cyla ran after Angel, Master Vile ran past them, Angel heard him tell his mother and grandmother to calm down and just watch the fighting. Angel's next target was Ashaklar and her two companions, she had seen TazirVile hand her black sword, Nigrum Gladio, to his mother and she wanted it back.
"Tazzy really outshined himself on that jump," Ashaklar said proudly. "just leaped over that wall of flames like it was nothing."
"A good, gracefully crafted, jump." Cheshire replied. "Kuruk has a powerful jump but I doubt if he'd of been able to leap over that flame wall."
"I doubt it as well." QeetaVile spoke up. "There goes dad."
"A graceful jumper, a powerful jumper and a jumper in between the lot." Cheshire nodded his head. "What's you're ex's problem anyway with Tazir? I see a fine stock man, good muscle and blood. Polite, respectful, intelligent, strong, powerful and..."
"He's got Kuruk so stuck up his tail." QeetaVile replied. "Even with me, at the dinner he was all about Kuruk. That was until the offspring came up, did I tell you how he made everyone feel like crap at the dinner because there was just girls being born and not son's?"
"To the man, son's are everything." Ashaklar sighed. "He loves his daughter's, but he's got son's very high up on his list. He tends to forget about his daughter's, and since Kuruk was his first he favors him above Tazir."
"That's a shame," Cheshire sighed. "Tazir, he might not be Kuruk but he is a damn good son to have."
TazirVile might have been a grown man by the time he had met and started dating his mother, but Cheshire had treated him like a son. Tazir had been made his best man at the wedding, they were in contact every day, Tazir was even open to communicating his problems with him which had made Cheshire happy to know that he was a trusted member of the family. Cheshire was careful not to use the word step-father in the presence of Tazir, he knew it wasn't right to use such a title, but outside he would find himself slipping up in calling Tazir his step-son. Tazir and he would on occasion go out and get a bit tipsy whenever Tazir was on Zeta Ren, it was a way for both men to relieve themselves, to get rid of the pressure and just be free. Besides getting tipsy, Tazir and he would also go out hunting and would practice their skills and go to the shooting ranges whenever Tazir was in town. Ashaklar let them be, knowing that her son did need time to himself to be a man and to have fun. It was surely far from what his own father would do, she knew that DuruVile wouldn't do any of that with Tazir. She knew he'd just look at her and his son then say he had something better in mind to do which included Kuruk then leave Tazir hanging. It was how DuruVile had always been, and it would be the way he'd be forever it seemed unless someone pointed it out and got through the stubborn mess that her ex-husband's brain was. Cheshire was just noting that both Kuruk and Tazir were fighting back-to-back, Kuruk was having trouble with a group of fifteen men, too much for one being to be fighting against regardless of his muscled bulk, while Tazir was having a much better time with his small six man group. Just as Cheshire saw that Tazir had felled the six men and had turned and lopped five of the men's heads off that were fighting his brother he heard someone yelling. He turned around and his O-shaped mouth dropped in shock. He had never seen such a beauty before, he had heard of her from his wife but to see her now in person and running right at him was a big shock.
Ashaklar turned just as her husband did and she howled out, Angel swept by and grabbed her black sword from Ashaklar's hand. She turned wide and headed back the way she had come, she left a parting gift of a large air ball flying back at both Ashaklar and Cheshire, the latter who grabbed Ashaklar and pulled her out of the way, he was blown clean off of his feet but got up, he was unharmed. Angel, with Master Vile and the Goblins that were still pursuing her, ran straight back to the fighting. She slid her black sword into the sheath that her pearl-white sword would normally be in then shot her arms back. A white fire blast shot her forward, she swung her arms underneath of her and rose up, making a white flaming funnel form underneath of her. She flew right past the Goblins and went for the Earth wall, she left her father who was shouting for her to down-power immediately. When she got to the Earth wall she swung her white fire funnel from under her at the Goblins and her great-uncle and grandfather. The Goblins on the wall, TazirVile and KurukVile were instantly swung off of the wall.
"Head to second position now!" Angel yelled. "Run, now!"
Angel ran at the far back as the remaining troops, out of two thousand in the first position only five hundred remained, the rest were lying on the ground either on their sides, back or stomach. She looked for DuruVile frantically as she made an air wall form just behind the Earth wall, she found her great-grandfather just as TazirVile leaped cleanly over the air wall and ran straight at her. He swept his hands back and the air wall dropped, his Goblin army, her grandfather and father all ran in behind him. DuruVile was standing by a tank, his arm was cut open and was bleeding but he seemed to be searching for something. When he saw her he started running, she found out fast what he was searching for, it was her. Second position was in the middle of the town, a good three miles away. Seeing that her father's side of the family was after her she decided to do the Copier spell, she split into five and veered right along with one of her copies. Her father ran after one of her copies while her grandfather veered left going after another. Only TazirVile and DuruVile ran after her, they were running pretty fast behind her and were starting to close in when she saw a building that had partially fallen over. She ran over to it, jumped onto the swayed roof then swung her arms back, she moved one of her arms out in front of her as she flew off on an air board. She landed on another buildings roof and started running, she glanced back once and saw TazirVile leap onto the building she was on, DuruVile stopped short then leaped down to the ground and started running. When the building's roof started exploding around her she thought that her great-grandfather was sending elemental fire attacks at her but then when she looked down she saw that not only was he running alongside her on the ground but he was also not firing the attacks. She looked back and saw that TazirVile was the one firing the attacks. She turned around and leaped, tucking herself in tight during so, to the building across from the one she had been on. An air blast struck her in the back and she dropped hard on her side on the building's roof, she skidded along for a short while before transforming into her dragon-form and flew off.
"Captain O'Nell," Angel said into her radio. "Lieutenant Rollins, where are you?"
"Angel, we're in position and fighting Goblins." Lieutenant Rollins' voice came through her radio.
"Second position?" Angel veered right to avoid a fire ball that was meant to flame her wings.
"No, third." Lieutenant Rollins said. "Best get here fast, we are getting our asses kicked!"
"Get the survivors to the boats and out to sea." Angel ordered. "I'm on my way."
Angel flew off, she rolled to avoid a series of fire balls and streams then dropped. She flew abreast to the ground, her claws dragged and made small grooves in the street underneath of her. When she lifted up she felt a stinging pain in her left hand. She looked down and saw that TazirVile was flinging his hands at her madly, he was sending acid at her trying to catch her wings. She veered left then heard a rip, she glanced to the left and saw that her left wing was torn, she was losing altitude fast. Angel struggled, she flapped her wings hard, trying to keep up in the air, she had just reached the top of the buildings when she felt someone jump onto her back. She looked back just as she felt her wings being ripped from her back, DuruVile was on her back. Angel turned upside down and he, not having his knees locked on her, fell from her back. She changed back to her true form, swept her arms to the side to avoid crashing to the ground then ran forward towards the docks which were two hundred feet away.
He had kept a down low during the whole fight, allowing his grandfather, father, brother, and uncle to do the fighting while he just waited. He was fresh and full of fight and when his niece ran onto the dock he charged forward, roaring, his sword held out. Angel, when she saw Triskull running at her, swung her black sword from her pearl-white swords sheath and swung them together, there was a flash of light then the two swords became one, the pearl-white and black mingled to being a shiny gray, the blade got a light blue swirl around it. When she reached Triskull she swung her sword hard. There was a series of sparks then she ducked to avoid his sword which had been coming at her, she swung her sword over her shoulders and felt sparks striking and burning her exposed skin. She twirled around five times, catching Triskull's sword each time then she ran with her sword and collided with him, this time when their swords met an explosion happened, it drove both apart. Angel saw that the boats were too far away to run and jump into, she was stuck on the docks.
"Niece," Triskull said as he walked forward.
"Uncle," Angel rolled her shoulders.
"I hear you did bad again by cheating on my brother." Triskull shook her finger twice and tsked. "Foe shame, and with my uncle, your great-uncle to boot. A disgrace!"
"Ready to lose your arm again, Uncle Triskull?" Angel mocked her uncle. "How about the rest of your horn as well?"
KurukVile reached the docks first and when he saw the spectacle in front of him he howled in horror, his youngest son and granddaughter were locked in a fierce battle. The water underneath of them was boiling because Angel was sending spells out which his son was deflecting. Whenever their swords met a series of sparks flew back which drove both away. KurukVile ran forward to stop the fight just as he saw his youngest son leap over his granddaughter. Triskull, right in front of KurukVile who had just reached the dock that he and Angel were on, side kicked Angel hard in the stomach and sent her off into the water. He was about to leap in after her when suddenly his father's sword slammed into his own. The sheer force of his father's swing was enough to break his sword in half and send him falling back. His father kicked him in the side then bent down and grabbed him by the chain that ran down from his spiked collar to his belt.
"What are you doing?" KurukVile shouted in his face. "She's pregnant you idiot! You could have just made her lose the baby!"
"So what father!" Triskull exclaimed, he tried to push his father away from him but his father yanked him up, their faces were now two inches apart. "What? You said that any spore of hers that isn't my brothers is to be removed, I was only helping to..."
"She is carrying the offspring of your uncle's!" KurukVile shouted in his youngest son's face. "Tazir is her dominant Universal Mate you lummox!"
TazirVile ran up and caught most of what had been exchanged between his brother and youngest nephew, he was flooded with worry and when he saw Angel run off he tore off after her. Angel had just reached the far end of the dock when she suddenly slid to a stop then turned. She stopped again then backed up against a pole, TazirVile saw the reason for her stopping and turning around. His father and Master Vile, whom he called simply Vile, walked up. TazirVile slowed up to a fast walk and was just sliding his sword into its sheath when KurukVile ran past him. Angel had a sword with her, a pretty gray one which had a light blue swirl down the blade, and she swung it at him. He ducked down to avoid it then swung his own, a large explosion of sparks ran out from the two swords then Angel turned and ran down the dock. TazirVile and his brother tore off after her. TazirVile leaped high and landed in front of her, she stopped and turned then stood in place, her head was going back and forth.
"Alright Angel, enough now." KurukVile said. "After that little spat with my irresponsible son you need to come with us now and get checked out. He kicked you rather hard."
"Angel honey, lower the sword." TazirVile said. "Please, hand me the sword and..."
Angel had been prepared for this, she had stuffed two of TazirVile's hand crafted necklaces in her pocket before coming to Stone Canyon and she quickly jabbed her hand into her pocket to removed them. She had the necklace that had the thick plastic hourglass that had water in it with a powder floating inside on it in her hand and she quickly tossed it at TazirVile who caught it. He looked down at it for a short while then he looked up at her, DuruVile had just walked up behind KurukVile, he didn't look happy about TazirVile standing in place.
"What are you waiting for you idiot!" DuruVile suddenly exploded. "She's right there, her sword is down, charge and grab her!"
"Where did you get this?" TazirVile asked, he held the necklace up. "It looks like something I made a very long time ago."
"That's because it is the something you made a long time ago." Angel replied. "It's one of the necklaces you made when you was a kid, one that the bastard behind my grandfather took and intended to destroy in front of you after you couldn't finish your supper after he had beat you."
"Boy!" DuruVile shouted. "Get your head out of your ass and leap at her!"
Angel dug into her pocket and took out the necklace that had a silver chain that had a bright ruby surrounded by black metal hanging from it and the beaded necklace with a skeletal bat hanging down from the string, she placed these over the blade of her great-uncle's sword and he took them shakily. DuruVile shouted at him to get a grip and get her and KurukVile asked his brother if he needed him to kick his brown boot up his ass to get going. TazirVile glanced up at Angel suddenly then walked towards her, he swung his sword down into its sheath. He was reached towards her to grab her when she suddenly reached into her bra piece and took out the last necklace, she had put it in her bra piece because it looked rather fragile but it had turned out rather strong and durable. He pulled back and gasped when he saw the gold chained necklace that had a real Cobra's head hanging down from it held in her hand. Angel held it out to him and he took it gingerly.
"You're a much better father than your own." Angel said. "Ten times better, actually."
"Watch your mouth!" DuruVile exclaimed.
"Young lady! You know nothing of my father's raising of his kids, how dare you." KurukVile chided her. "Apologize!"
"No, because I meant what I friggin' said." Angel turned and faced her grandfather. "Obviously that goes double on the brother part as well, surely you've shown no understanding, love or respect towards him."
"You're about to get a good smacking here Little Girl." KurukVile said angrily at Angel.
"Or did you not know that your father beat and tried to kill Taz behind me several times just to make his elemental powers awaken from their dormant state?" Angel exclaimed. When her grandfather pulled back then looked at his father incredulously she nodded her head.
"You lie!" KurukVile exclaimed. "My father... our father would never do that! He was hard in disciplining us for a reason, it shaped us up, made us into men!"
"Figured as such," Angel turned around once when she felt TazirVile's fingers brush up against the back of her arm. "poppa's favorite, his clone, his soldier boy and shadow. Always got the best of words, of praise, of support and love while the secondborn got squat."
"Angel," TazirVile said then clammed up, he was obviously very shaken up.
"Wouldn't even know that you're own little brother is hurting inside deeply because his own father has betrayed him." Angel yelled out. "Your father's so much on his kids showing him respect that he's forgotten that he should also show respect to his kids."
"Keep it up," DuruVile said sinisterly. "keep wagging that tongue, Girl."
"Or do I need to mention that he has the Overlidjen Genen and Verdwijnen Zaadbal potions in a box in his ship." Angel crossed her arms, DuruVile suddenly backed off, very alarmed.
"S-she's c-crazy!" DuruVile stammered when KurukVile and TazirVile looked at him sharply. "Insane! I'd never make o-o-or use them potions of any of my get!"
"Then why did you write in your journal that you had them in a box in your and Cyla's bedroom chamber on your ship?" Angel asked. "Same goes for... the Dodelijk potion."
That got the reaction that she was hoping for, her father and grandfather turned and started pelting DuruVile with questions while TazirVile charged forward. He grabbed his father by his throat then slugged his fist up into his face. Angel backed down the dock slowly, towards a small boat that was tied off at the end. When she got to the end of the dock she jumped into the boat, she punched her hand out and made the rope burn free from the dock's pillar then she swung her arms out. A wave suddenly swept her out to sea, she started rolling her arms like they were pin wheels, making the waves move her along faster until she was very far away from shore and her father's side of the family. The boat that Lieutenant Rollins, Captain O'Nell and the surviving members of the assembled troops that had fought the Goblins was directly ahead, she shoved her arms back and made a large wave which swept her small boat at theirs. When her small boat struck theirs she stood up, she punched her hands down and an air funnel forced her up, she stepped off of it then grabbed the remains of her air funnel and swung them towards the bow of the boat, the remains of her air funnel made the large boat fly out to sea. Lieutenant Rollins ran up to her once he knew she was on the boat and safe.
"You alright?" he asked her.
"Perfectly peachy." she replied, she then glanced down. "Need a doctor asap for a check-up. Uncle Triskull gave me a pretty strong side kick in the stomach."
"There's one where we're heading, we were just waiting for you to show up." Lieutenant Rollins signaled for the boat to head to Hawaii.
"Think I made a mess for DuruVile to clean up back there." Angel said proudly. "Belted out about the potions he had made, about him beating TazirVile as a kid, and I gave TazirVile a few gifts."
"A few slaps?" a nearby soldier who had a bandage around his head asked.
"No, some necklaces he had made as a kid and had thought his father had destroyed as a form of punishment." Angel replied. When the soldier looked at her funny she walked forward and placed her hand on his shoulder. "My great-uncle was beat pretty badly, near killed several times, by his father. Now my father and grandfather know that and they also know that DuruVile was planning on making his son impotent with a potion."
"Sounds like a typical bastard daddy." the soldier replied.
"He is." Angel nodded her head. "He most surely is."