A/N: I am so loving the Greek language, especially all the swear words I know so well thanks to my friends in the International department of my office. Anyway, minara is Greek for asshole. Enjoy!

Also, there is a line from Blade: Trinity that I changed for the purpose of the story. Try to find it (if you choose to).

Chapter 35- Three Little Warlords (or the Order of the Falcon)

"Well, now," Terrion said to his comrades. "Shall we?"

Lysander and Nicolai looked up at the older warrior. "What are you talking about? Oh—he means the Manor. Let's go," Lysander whispered to Nicolai.

"Ah! Yes, let's," Nicolai said, a smile on his face. "I can't wait to start busting some heads. It'll be fun."

All of a sudden, a trickle of evil laughter rang in the midnight sky. All three warriors turned their heads to look for the source of the sound.

"Where'd that come from?"

"How should I know?"

"For the love of God, shut the fuck up already, you two. We have to figure where that sound was coming from. Capiche?"

Damian stepped out from the shadows. "Aww," he said to himself. "Those fuckers are still as stupid as they were centuries ago. Nothing has changed. Pity."

Figured, Hunter's voice rang in his head.

Had a feeling, Xavier murmured. Just work your magic, Dame. They'll expect nothing, just like back in the day.

I will, Damian assured them. Just watch me.

"I wonder, are you three going to just stand there like fools, or are you going to fight me?" he asked the three warriors, who were still looking around them stupidly.

Terrion let out a growl. "Damian," he hissed. "It has been a long time. Prepare to die."

"Motherfucker, I was born prepared to die," Damian hissed back.

"Well then," Terrion rasped, "Shall we?" he asked, drawing his sword.

"There's one thing you forgot, even all those years back," Damian replied, eyes turning silver. "I fight with my powers, not by weapons. You have NO chance in hell to defeat me." He laughed as he spoke. Then he waved his hand in the air. At once, the entire area went dark.

"Where'd he go?" Nicolai asked as he began shaking with fear.

Damian let out another laugh. "Bet you can't find me now, eh, Terrion? You and your bitches will have to wait another day, then." With that, he used his powers of teleportation to launch himself into the trees above his enemies.

"Where are you?" Lysander growled. "Come out, you wuss."

Damian continued to laugh. "Aww," he teased. "Don't tell me you're still afraid of the dark, you minara. You should be ashamed."

Lysander was more than pissed off now. "Did you just call me what I think you did?" he snarled.

"Asshole—exactly what I called you. I tire of this game now," Damian replied, vanishing into the darkness.

Once again, the warriors—collectively called the Order of the Falcon—were left in the dark. "We'll get him, sooner or later," Terrion growled. "That you can count on."

"Yeah, I hope so," Lysander growled. "I want his head."

Another evil laugh rang in the air as Damian materialized once again in front of the trio. "That you will never, EVER have," he grinned, fangs sliding from their sheaths. "You can try, Lysandra, but be warned. I have gotten stronger and more powerful in the past 2,000 years. Don't underestimate me, or my gang. Got me? Also, if you touch my Anastasia, I swear upon all that is unholy that I will do more than hurt you."

"Sure," Lysander taunted. "And don't call me Lysandra."

Damian laughed again. "As you wish, Lysandra. Ooh, I do enjoy when you get so mad. I should do this more often. Especially when I break your face. Or separate it from the rest of your body when I get through with you."

Lysander began to draw his sword, but put it back, due to the fact that it was still dark and he couldn't see for anything. "Grr," he hissed. "This is so NOT funny, Nightwalker," he swore.

"Wasn't meant to be," Damian said, his eyes glowing. "I see what my plan really meant to do—annoy the living hell out of you. Glad to see it works. Now I am really tired of this game." He disappeared once again into the darkness.

Terrion hissed. "We'll get them—and then take their women. They don't deserve to have them, especially because of the way they treated women back in the day. That is cruel beyond reason."

"I think not," came another voice. All three Falcons turned around to face the source of the voice.

"Damian, if that is you again," Terrion snarled. "I swear I'll..."

Unfortunately for them, the voice was not Damian's, but Hunter's instead. Nicolai recognized it at once.

"It's Hunter," he said. "Hunter wants to play his freaky mind games with us now."

Hunter howled with laughter. "You, if I remember, Nicolai, were always afraid to tell me anything...much less give me an order to assassinate someone. So I don't know what your puny little mind is thinking. And also, shut up, before I make you—it also makes no sense to draw weapons against me, because it is clear to me that you can't see where I am anyway."

"That's what he thinks," Lysander grumbled as Terrion tried to make a fire.

Hunter sensed what Terrion was doing, and pointed at the fire, instantly putting it out. "Nice try, Terrion. Again, it won't work. You'll just have to do without any of that shit, or suffer the consequences."

"No fair!" Nicolai yelled, standing up.

Hunter glared at him through the darkness. "What was that, Nicolai?" he growled. "Coward, sit your yellow ass back down before I make you."

Nicolai, who was now quaking with fear, sat back down.

Hunter just laughed at him. "How did you wind up being a warlord? You can't fight for beans."

"I can to fight!" Nicolai yelled again.

"Shut your face, before I make you," Hunter said. "You sicken me. All you do is talk, and do NOTHING to back it up. So save it."

Once again, Nicolai kept his mouth shut.

Hunter burst out laughing. "That's a good little bitch," he cooed. "Be good, or Hunter's going to be a very angry man."

Nicolai stared into the darkness. "I'll just behave."

Lysander looked over at him. "Don't let him scare you! What happened to that mouth of yours? Use it against him for once."

"I-I can't," Nicolai wailed.

"Wuss," Hunter growled as he disappeared. "Happy hunting," he laughed.

Once again, the Falcons were alone in the darkness. "We have to get them," Terrion whispered.

"That we will," Nicolai said as a smile crept onto his face. "That we will."

"Good," Lysander said. "Now you're talking. We just have to make sure to get them when they're down—which will be hard to do when they're trying to break us."

Terrion settled himself down to sleep. "Come on, guys," he said. "Maybe if we sleep, we can refresh ourselves for the next time they try anything."

They soon fell asleep, with Xavier now watching them through the darkness.