A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates. This is a shorter chapter but it is the introduction on the next stage of their path.
Summary: Two worlds, two lives, now one. Through fear and neglect, through hate and pain, Star and Marco must carve a path in a new world for themselves and their loved ones, facing a challenge that neither has anyone encountered. What challenges and dangers wait for the pair in a clash of worlds that they created themselves?
-Disclaimer: Star vs the Forces of Evil belongs to Disney and I gain no profit out of writing this story.
Between the Half-Moon and the Stars.
Chapter 14.
Warpath
The blazing cold snapped at their exposed skin making the Princess to hiss through clenched teeth, pulling her hood closer to her hair, billowing in the wind. Next to her Marco walked as he cleaned himself up kleenex wipes which had turned crimson the more he rubbed its gel across the parts of him that had been exposed to the gore that they had left behind, passing several to Star which she didn't let them to waste, cleaning the death lifeline from her face and her armor with a cringe, still high on adrenaline.
Feeling more confident and also cleaner, the pair walked to the newly vacated sleds. The animals recoiled as soon as the warg appeared next to their side but they were quickly calmed down by Marco's soothing touch, muttering swords of encouragement and light caresses to their odd-looking nostrils. The Princess giggled as his antics but was still grateful, now concentrated in their contents. They were now searching the leader's sled which contained several supplies, eyeing the traveling leather backpacks and the large and closed bags on the compartment area as well as several weapons which didn't really caught Star's attention but a long bow that was obviously made for war and not for hunting as well as large arrows made for it.
She judged its weight and pull with an expert eye, judging it to be a nice quality than the weapons that this scum had been carrying. Judging by its fresh appearance and the lack of negligence, this has been a stolen weapon. It had a couple of initials and characters that she could not read; she would make good use of it and maybe one day return it to its rightful owner, if this being was even alive in the first place.
Marco for his part preferred to made good use of the information that had been provided to them, searching the front of the sled. The leather and fur seats were lined with book in a language that he could not recognize but alas, he found a large map made of a strange combination of rubberized papyrus and leather which would be impervious to the harsh elements. He opened it up catching Star's attention, pulling the bow on her lap as she turned her full attention to the map in question.
The warrior hummed, studying the map in question with an expert eye. Information has always been kind of his thing, not only by the absolute love of history but recognizing the importance of written knowledge and this time it wouldn't be different. He had after all studied hundreds of maps which had turned more than valuable in completing his quest for his scissors back then and it wouldn't make a difference now.
His eyesight followed the coast line where there was an X marked in red ink with the same odd writing. The marked path followed a path to which he studied the uncovered vast areas of white, making a connection that had been the same path that the Red Hand had used to deal with them, as evidenced by the still fresh tracks and the outline of the cold ocean still over twenty miles in that direction, barely noticeable from the sea of white that surrounded them. Marked in a dotted line in blue was another path, this time veering to the right of their location. His eyes studied their surroundings trying to judge where the two paths intercepted to stablish their correct location. Given the fact that the mountain range in which they were had followed was at the left side where they had stopped after Star had smelled the cave systems, he could quickly stablish their location as a few leagues from where the path veered right with the dotted lines.
The dotted blue line then changed into a large green ink marking a location that was at least thirty miles away from here, marked in large circle with the numeration of a single digit also marked in the same ink.
Marco tapped that spot, catching Star's eyes.
She immediately nodded, quickly understanding.
They had known each other for so long that not much had to be said to understand each other. Silently they prepared for the next trek in their journey before their stomachs grumbled in hunger. After such vigorous calorie burning exercise as it was to chop dozens of people to death, they had forgotten to eat. Judging by the disapproving looks that the animals that had been pulled the sleds, they were also starving.
"Uh…" Marco cringed, not liking how they were looking at him. "What do they even eat?"
Eowyn snorted as she checked the bags in the rear in the other sled, gagging and even snarling at a particular brown sack, coated with a substance that smelled of death. Cringing, Marco climbed off and checked it. Inside there was a multitude of wrapped packages stained with a filthy green and red literally oozing through the material. Gagging at the strong smell, he noted as the animals perked up at the smell, craning their necks and looking at him.
"Well watcha waiting for? Your people awaits, Chef Marco." Star snorted.
Gulping, he slowly dug into the bag, pulling one of the envelopes. He was sure if it was summertime, there would be hundreds of flies in it. Resigned to his fate, he dug one and unwrap its thick cord, revealing a thickened cube that looked like frozen vomit. It was gooey and it stained his gloves in an instant and he was sure that the smell would never go away. Grunting he approached the animals in the lead, slowly tilting the vile cube close to the jaws of the beast. The animal growled at the unfamiliarity of the warrior, but accepted the treat, opening its maw revealing teeth line needles, chewing noisily and swallowed with what he could assume was a pleased hum.
He repeated the motion another time and moved with the rest of the animals until the sack was half full. All the while Star had watched with amusement and some disgust as her fiancée fed the animals, somewhat accepting that his delicate tact was useful in times like this.
With the animals pleased and fed he seemed ready to go.
"We need to pull the animals in two sleds and leave the last one for the elements. We can use them for firewood in case we do need it. Let's check the sleds first though, see what kind of loot we can get out of them."
Wordlessly, Star climbed down searching for the furthest sled, thoughtful of their construction and contents. It seemed that the leader had them fully stacked with what could be seen as a small fortune given the fact that they've found over six packs full of ruks. It would come in handy; they also found multiple weapons with another bow carrying Marco's fancy, multiple spears, swords, two sets of rusted armor which they threw aside, four packs of provisions of unknown kind, raw meat, sweet pastries, sugar, fur clothing for the cold as well as a ten thick coats of sturdy fur lined with heavy thread, nine water jugs made of ceramic which surprisingly had kept the water unfrozen and to Star's happiness, some spirits that smelled heavenly, like wine.
With the goods made, Star and Marco handled the animals, taking their time to move the animals for two sleds, since they were not taking the entire cargo, the extra weight shouldn't affect their mobility. Sighing, the Princess would have loved a bath but with the sun already up and time pressed on their backs, they had to kept moving. They ate the leftovers from yesterday, giving some to the warg who gulped down her fair portion, breaking camp and repacking. Marco and Star took their time to change their inner linings and underwear, feeling somewhat cleaner before climbing back in two sleds, with the warg on Star's side.
The royal couple took a last time at the bodies that they had left in the snow, already starting to set in rigor mortis, covered with a thin layer of snow. The knew that what awaited them wouldn't be easy, but when have their lives have ever been? The couple took a good look at each before smiling, concentrating now on the path ahead. Quickly ubicating himself in the map, Marco now was following that trail to where they could get some answers.
"Just follow my lead!" Marco snapped the reins, the animals grunting and started to pick up speed with Star's behind him, carrying them deeper into the white unknown.
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A pair of red lips snapped a porkchop in two with the grace that only the son of the Underworld could do as it levitated in front of him. In front of him was a frowning Janna, eyeing her own portion in her plate in a human restaurant. The human patrons had tried but failed to ignore the couple, between a mix of disgust, fear and even arousal from the female ones at the devilish looking bad boy, Janna tried but failed to keep a newfound feeling of jealously, eyeing them with a tad of anger in her features.
Noticing the look on Janna, he swallowed slowly, cleaning the corner of his lips with the clothe napkin, smiling sheepishly at her.
"C'mon my dark trickster, ignore them."
He seemed to read her mind as her face darkened in anger, not used to broadcast her emotions so openly, especially in public but finally she relented eating her meal out of obligation more than hunger, wanting to finish it off quickly so they could nod the hell out of there. Their relationship could be summarized as private, as long as Tom existed this was something different to what he was accustomed to. It was a relationship that could be said to be a private experience and a learning one. Janna was different than any other girl, while she was disgusted by the usual female behavior, it seemed that from her part, she was her very own experience in regards to the female population. She didn't know what she liked as she lacked experience in the same; yet Tom knew that she trusted him enough to be patient in this experience of "togetherness". It was a foreign feeling for both of them, a feeling that they were experienced together. The demon boy, the more understanding of them was more than willing to go out from his comfort zone, while Janna, the always mysterious and elusive of them both was discovering a part of her that she never thought it was there. On the other hand, their openness was an issue that she was scared to partake in, not used to be so open towards another person, even if she could catalogue them as a couple, with nobody else falling into that type of category, she still was having a big issue in accepting herself.
Tom as always was more understanding than ever, perhaps far too much than he thought possible when it came to relationships and as Star's former boyfriend, he took his role well in this new experience, never pushing his boundaries with Janna but still holding his own in what they had already established and not backing down from them, even if her own insecurity pissed her off. He had lost so much that whatever he had with Janna seemed to be enough, literally inhaling whatever he had already available. If it was unhealthy or not, he didn't say, preferring to live in the moment until whatever they had was defined proper.
Janna from her part didn't seem phased at her boyfriend taking her hand without complain walking through a portal into the underworld, its view on par with how she was feeling inside. Whatever the feelings of other people, she was more than welcomed to satisfy her own curiosity in this new world as it was to feed these new feelings, regardless if was visiting new grounds. It was odd, to think that she was once the one calling Marco the cowardly one and the one who never to do something different, just like a safe kid would, but now, she was the one getting all scary cat to even try to satisfy the thoughts in her head for what was available to her.
You're something else Diaz. She thought with a chuckle that escaped her.
The demon boy looked at his girl warily, pushing the doubts and his questioning manner towards another plane, squeezing her hand tighter against his, earning a confused but still welcoming gaze of the ABC girl which he smirked lazily to compensate for his self-doubting.
Tom blinked as another thought came to him, interrupting his train of thought.
"You…know. It has been a while since we've heard of Star and Marco. What do you think they've done so far?"
Janna didn't answer immediately, humming to herself. It was a handful to think of those two and everything they've experienced together lately, still remembering the quick episodes after the cleave but overall it seemed like a more honest chapter of whatever she was having with Tom and that pissed her off, a feeling that she preferred to keep under wraps, with more layers hidden into her persona as a way to safeguard herself, not being able to change her personality for someone else just yet.
She thought a long time about them before answering.
"I don't know, they sure looked eager to get out of here. Not that I blame them. Star was under A LOT of pressure…I guess that being a Princess in a new world was a lot to take in." The young man at her side stayed silent, preferring to keep his gaze forward. As an afterthought she squeezed his hand earning his attention once more. "What about you?"
He blinked. "What about me?"
"Well, how has this situation with the new world has affected you?"
"Surprisingly, it has gone well." He nodded, appreciating a change of thought than it was into his own personal feelings in the matter of his relationship.
She arched an eyebrow and waiting for him to continue, secretly using the same distraction before she sank into herself.
"My kingdom has never been so eager to follow our own steps with this government. The guidelines into following on with the electricity services provided with the US government has been a topic that my parents have continued on. I've never seen them so existed, at least in such a long time. It was like if this was a familiar territory for them and they're more than eager to push on their roles and the advantages it has brought to the Underworld."
"Maybe because it is what has caught their attention. I would be like them if I was in their position."
He smirked.
"Now you're thinking like a Queen. Something you want to tell me?"
Her cheeks exploded in red, a fact that she couldn't accept to herself, she didn't blush! She scolded herself, clearing her throat to avoid looking directly into his eyes. If he noticed something he didn't say, yet nowadays Tom preferred to for her to realize things herself rather than pushing Janna into pushing her hard to admit things. He could accept that it was a part of a personal challenge into dating her and Tom was elated every time that she showed a part of her true self, it was a personal commitment between them both.
"Ugh, nothing." She barely stammered out. "Just, whatever happened with both of them?"
"Why Janna, that almost sounds like if you care to hear about them both."
She punched his shoulder.
"Of course, I do horns, they're my friends."
"Oh wow, Janna admitting personal relationships labels. You surprise me every day."
She snorted not being to stop her throat from even articulating a denial from her mouth, displaying a small smirk.
"God, you're such an asswipe."
Both displayed stupid contagious grins.
Their moment was interrupting as the black metal band Burzum squealed a throaty roar from Tom's phone. Frowning he slipped the device from his pocket, looking at the text message with apprehension.
Janna studied his face as it went from annoyed to alarmed, getting her whole attention.
"What is it?"
Tom put the device away, this time his eyes were completely widened in complete disbelief.
"It was Ponyhead. We need to get our asses back to the palace in Mewni, pronto."
The seriousness in his tone couldn't disguise how grave the situation was.
"Let's go horns."
Without another word, the demon boy took her by her arm, shouting to the air in a stream of fire and into a portal in midair.
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Queen Moon couldn't avoid the dejected sight that came off her mouth in the library of the Palace. She was currently dressed in her black undergarments, walking in circles all under the worrisome gaze of her husband who looked back and forth as her feet went in circles. Sat on the table stood two US Army officers and a senior enlisted Sergeant who had a radio that flickered with static.
Moon stopped looking at the men assembled before her.
"Could…could you try again?"
"It's not use, ma'am." The US Army senior enlisted-man said to her, hanging up the heavy radio. "We've tried for over an hour. No signal."
The officer next to him grunted.
"We've also tried our satellites. Something and I can't explain what, it's blocking our view, not even thermal vision is going through the thick fog. There's nothing but an infinite white and static from our end. Even the jets that we scrambled can't get pass can't get visual It's unprecedented but most likely the signal of our soldiers is completely dead."
The other officer grunted as an answer.
"We can only assume the worse at this point."
Queen moon put her foot down, peeling her teeth in anger at the sacrilege of those words.
"I thought you were technically superior! This is a new world! A world where we discovered something that would go our blindest dreams, but you're telling me that there's nothing that you can tell me about my daughter and my son in law?"
The flying horsehead for her part said nothing, biting her lips to avoid screeching something that she would regret. For the first time ever, she kept her mouth shut, preferring to text the only two people that she could ever trust in a moment this. Her anxiety was so bad that she stopped any recording of footage that she could use for her show and her personal show, a first in her existence.
Next to her was the reinstated King Rivett Butterfly, chewing on his lower lip as she was, thinking and rationalizing the current situation at hand, hating it and wishing it could be as easy as to send the cavalry which he would led personally to attack and get her daughter and his future son in law instead, but nothing could prepare him for what was told to him.
His moon turned to him and it was everything he needed to know to understand that this was completely serious and they both had to accept it now.
Star and Marco had been lost for over a week.
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It seemed too easy traversing on the wild like this mused Marco as he snapped the reins once more to let the animals follow a particular speed in which he was comfortable. Four hours after their initial running with the scum, they were making good time, traversing nine miles of rough terrain with a semi covered trail to their destination. Per his calculations if everything was going their way and they weren't assaulted by the elements they should make it before 6.
The animals started panting heavily now, a mixture between a growl and a neigh, pulling the reins heavily into his hands.
Marco made a motion to Star to stop which he did next to him, her animals in similar state. Sighing, he climbed down going to the back of his sled as his princess did the same. After watering the animals and giving them a little bit more to eat they rested for an hour, observing with what they have to work with. Satisfied that everything was going well, they drove upwards, letting their eyes wander around the lavish environment. The forests went as far as the eye could see with vast quantities of snow covering them, a far and jagged mountain stood in the distance, covering half of the skyline. Given the fact that the trail seemed to curve around them, Marco quickly deduced that they were entering a valley, with more rocky formations appearing the further they went into stranger territory. Nothing intercepted their path; they were no animals encountered or any signs of life. It seemed that the land around them was completely dead in the vast vacuums of white. It drew a concerned look from Star and a nod from Marco to confirm that he was thinking the very same thing.
At times when Marco was exploring the infinite lands of Hekapoo's dimension, situations like this were a clear warning that whatever was around was lurking or in hiding, watching him from a safe distance. Unconsciously, he felt for the bow next to him as an extra layer of security, his eyes never parting from his surroundings and never stayed ahead of him for too long. He checked his map again, mentally scratching the miles off their destination by now realizing that they were now reaching the curvature where the paths intercepted in less than a mile from them. The road curved upwards into a high angled slope which took some persuading from the reins for the animals to push on, clearing the high road. There was a curvature where the path passed through a small gap just big enough for the sleds to pull through. Narrowing his eyes, once more Marco made a signal for Star to stop as he pulled the sled off-road with a smooth pull of the reins, letting the animals to take a much-needed rest.
His eyes traced the pattern of the rocky formations, swearing that he saw fabric moving on the top of it. From her part, Star smelled the air around them, her blue eyes cracking with intensity as she slowly pulled her newly acquired bow and slung the quiver around her belt. Their eyes met and they both nodded at each other.
"Stay here girl, guard the sleds." The Princess quickly told their warg, rubbing a gloved hand around its cheek, the animal quickly leaning into her touch with a silly smile, grunting in response. Blowing her a kiss, Star joined Marco, with bow in hand with the other holding a pair of binoculars with taped ends to add as sunshade. They moved to the right side of the rocky formations, taking cover from the main path. The Princess peeked over the edge, smelling the air around her as confirmations to their suspicions.
"We're very close to the camp, as we suspected, it's guarded. We don't know how many lookouts they have but there'll be more than a pair." He flickered his head towards the position where he saw the colorful clothing. "Up there. I think we can climb through the side and get to the slope so we can get a better view." He chuckled. "You up for it?"
She smirked. "It'll be just like a game of flags. Easy as pie." She said studying the rocky formation, already mapping good positions for a good foothold. Nodding at each other, they looked similar paths where they could get a good grip. Marco slung his bow around his back and was the first to start climbing, solidifying his grip on the closer rock, he pulled his weight and swung his right leg towards a ledge, pushing himself upwards, his eyes flickering towards his Princess who already was ten feet further than him, throwing him a smirk which he openly scowled at. Never to be outdone, he tested his newly acquired strength that she passed unto him. He jumped with a grunt a good twenty feet upwards, gravity taking him down towards the formation and almost falling aside as the wind picked up from the height of the natural structure. Panicking for a second, he almost missed the rock that he had aimed to grab, falling on the rock with a grunt of strain. He heard some snickering from his side, annoyingly he threw Star an exasperated look as she looked at him with her legs swung around a pillar of rock, looking at him upside down.
Shaking his head, he continued in silence, ignoring as she easily let herself fall in a perfect hand stand, before flickering her right leg catching a solid footstall before flexing her knee and taking flight effortlessly upwards, pulling her body gracefully towards the new path. They had scaled over a hundred feet of rock when Star noticed the jagged hole in the formation, tracing the outline of wooden planks and rocks forming a trail curving out of her sight and into a ridge. Her nose detected traces of smoke with something else cooking in a stove and something metallic disturbing the howl of the wind. She looked at Marco, putting two fingers under her eyelids and pointing down, nodding at him. Understanding, he climbed higher to get a better look at the trail, humming to himself.
He looked upwards, seeing as the formation dived upwards where they could stand up and peek beneath. He made a motion upwards to Star, nodding as she climbed slowly now to avoid any sound to betray their position. Carefully the pair kept climbed upwards until they finally reached a breach that covered an open hole in the formation that gave them a perfect sight of the inside of the hollowed-out structure with the glowing fire cracking and blowing smoke into the gap. Grunting they managed to find purchase into the short gap of the wall before jumping off the gap and towards a solid rocky formation where they could finally get on their feet, getting their bows ready. The pair crouched down, carefully avoiding scraping their armor against the rocks, continuing on towards the ledge that ended up in a sharp drop. Marco quickly took his binoculars, aiming at a patch of dried up logs tied together to form a covering for a dozen humanoids wrapped in heavy clothing, at least fifty feet away from them as another stirred a stew of unknown contents. There were two holding long bows, peering down into the narrow passage that would take them to that curvature in the road.
His expertly eyes looked at his enemies. Well fed, muscled, strong and able humanoids. These weren't the quick and lightly armored scouts that they had encountered but men that were prepared for everything. There was a torch stand on the opposite side with a tarp covering the red colored dyed logs. A smoke alarm system that would alert the rest of the settlements and the main force. Primitive, but smart.
Aiming his binoculars, he studied the biggest of them all, a humanoid that stood close to eight feet tall, wrapping in crude but effective chain mail and furs, with a large bloodied palm marked on the front of his plate. His face was covered in a bascinet helmet with an opened face mask. Two large tusks protruded from his scar covered lips with a dirty blue colored skin color. His large armored covered hands were palming a bardiche polearm almost as if he was dying to use it. He felt for the weight of the arrow, feeling the tip and judging that perhaps two of them could be used to take down such a dangerous looking opponent. The others were armored in similar manner holding a variety of polearms and crossbows and a few well used shorts.
"How many arrows you think that big is going to take before he drops?" Star asked, already having an arrow notched on the string. From his part Marco hummed, studying their enemies with an expert eye. Judging by the drop distance that they had before them, he didn't think it was possible to take them simultaneously take them at the same time, perhaps if they were closer but that still gave them the advantage of cover. The logs were easily made to cover their position but could also be used as cover from ranged attacks. His eyes widened as a plan quickly formed in his head.
"Two…but I got an idea. See the rope holding the logs together?"
Star squinted her eyes nodding in response, quickly understanding his plan.
"This is like pop goes the weasel but on large version." She snickered, earning a chuckle from Marco. The Princess tapped the sigil on her sword, a fluorescent orange glow was transferred to the palm of her hands, breathing slow and steady with closed eyes, guiding her open palm towards the waiting arrow tips that Marco was holding. Nothing seemed to happen at first but after a few seconds the arrowheads glowed with the same energy.
"I think I have enough energy to use a wind sigil when we drop down from here." Star said studying the fifty feet drop. "We need to be quick, maybe leave one alive?"
"The more information we get, the better."
"And if he doesn't want to collaborate?"
Marco sighed. "Then you show him your newly acquired weapon." He pointed at the golden pike hanging from her belt. "And see what will happen to him." He said as an afterthought.
Nodding, Star prepared her shot, her arms expertly riding the bow and pulling her arrow back with a cringe of wood as Marco did the same. The moment that the humanoid stopped stirring was the moment where they let their arrows to fly.
A rush of wind was heard by the humanoids prior from gasping in surprise as two arrows lodged on the log wall surrounding them.
Star snapped her fingers.
Two massive explosions rang through the valley shredding three humanoids and shredding another one from the waist down, chunks of fur, metal, wood, hot stew and flesh impacting the remaining ones standing, with the biggest taking a jagged piece of plate armor into his naked arm. The logs came loose from their position, falling into a pile of rolling death, hitting the ground with a loud crescendo, trampling two more humanoids and the crippled one, their blood curled screams running high before the only sound was the flesh and bone giving in.
Marco and Star jumped, rolling in the air as Star snapped her fingers, a gust of wind wrapped around their bodies, slowing down their descent a few feet from the ground. Disengaging the spell, they hit the ground with a grunt, pulling their swords from their sheaths, the hum of steel quickly gaining the attention of the bloodied survivors. The chieftain snarled pulling the piece of metal hanging from his limb, quickly realizing the situation that they were in and looking at the assailants in front of them, swords out and ready.
He blinked the surprise from his face, snarling with rage and pulling his weapon from a wrecked log.
"De fuck ye came from?" He hissed, looking at his surviving troops in disbelief. Bloodied bodies barely made it to their feet, covered in different wounds from the shrapnel that had flown through them, counting four standing and another with his leg missing, staining the snow with red slush. He eyed the signaling pyre crushed to smithereens and with a quick realization, he hissed a cold stream of curses, preparing himself and holding the bardiche.
Star and Marco said nothing, slowly advancing towards the survivors with the sword held on their forearms, eyeing the bloodied enemies that looked at them in a mixture of anger, pain and fear through their faces. Marco stole a look at Star, making notice of the tremble on her right leg, fatigue quickly running through her body from the quick use of the sigils in quick succession. They would have to make to wrap this up quickly.
Three of the more fit humanoids growled, lifting their polearms with shaky hands, the explosion doing more than a number of them, robbing them of precious energy, literally bleeding it out. Marco judged that ironically the chieftain was the less injured of them, he hoped that they made their point about what was about to happen.
"The big one." Marco said to Star earning confused stares from the survivors.
"Really?" Star chuckled. "What about the one with the missing leg?"
"He's worthless."
Snarling, the chieftain moved in to attack, with a scream busting from his throat, swinging his large weapon at the teens who parted from each other and left him there and let him pass through them. Star screamed her way to the remaining humanoids with savagery out of her throat, her blue eyes were the last thing that two humanoids saw as she twisted her body through the point of attack of the polearms, expertly flickering sideways and with two slashes from her sword she opened the neck of the two humanoids, the red mist splattering on the other standing survivor who screamed jabbing his halberd forward which Star avoided and counter cut the weapon in half, turning it into a simple wooden staff. Eyes widening in surprise he went to pull out his sword before he felt the cold steel at the edge of his throat with Star daring him to even do so with a deadly stare, paralyzing him on the spot.
Marco stayed behind the Princess, holding the large humanoid at bay, letting him swing through the empty spot that he had occupied a second earlier, passing through his legs and cutting the leather straps from his leg chausses. The move was so surprising that the humanoid didn't realize until he turned around and hissed in surprise as the heavy chainmail wrapped around his leather boots making him fall and throwing the weapon from his injured limbs. Marco was to quickly advance towards the downed figure aiming his bloodied sword at him.
A flicker of movement earned Star attention towards the legless humanoid.
The downed humanoid at the dire situation pulled a throwing knife from his belt, pulling his arm and throwing. Quickly she kicked the enemy she had been holding at sword point on the stomach, his body twisting and made him take the knife through the back of his head with a solid meaty clap. She was quick to jump towards the humanoid and slammed it through his right eye through the other side. His body gave a twitch as she pulled her sword out, flickering the blood from her blade with a quick stroke of her wrist, moving towards Marco and standing on his side.
"Ye fuckers!" The tall man screamed, split flying in rage. "Ye bastards, you think you'll get away from this? Nobody escapes from the Red Hand! Nobody! They'll find ya and peel yer flesh from yer bones and then eat it with a side of potatoes."
When they said nothing in response, he got even more enraged, literally throwing his torso in the path of Marco's sword.
"C'mon fucker, do it. Watcha waiting for eh?!"
"Star?"
The Princess brought the sword home, her right hand dibbed down behind her, taking hold of the golden short sickly with a pike on its end, showing it to the surprised humanoid who's face did a 180, paling on surprise at the blood splattered teenagers. His face tilted in surprise, blinking in complete disbelief at the appearance of the golden pike and its last owner.
"Oh yeah buddy." Marco confirmed his doubts, slipping his sword into its sheath.
Star growled, her eyes burning with death.
"We came for answers and you'll provide, unless you want to wear this as a necktie."
Despite towering over them by over three feet, the humanoid didn't felt fear, he worried.
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A/N: The ball is already in motion. Hopefully they can get the answers that they need by the next chapter. Stay tuned for another update.
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