WAI!! I'm such a good person! Even when I'm forced to return to work a day early, I still make time write more and more! I'm pretty sure this will be that last chapter i write for a few days, so enjoy it as much as you can. Sorry if this chapter was a little short, I'm really not that good at writing fight scenes but I tried my best, oh and I also tried my best to keep Dilly-sama in character. And trust me with this next scene, it was hard!
~Sarah~
Chapter 11- This Again
"You and me, Meant to be
Immutable, Impossible
It's destiny, Pure lunacy
Incalculable, Insufferable"~ Smashing Pumpkins
Serryn broke out in a cold sweat. Once again she was faced with the Silver haired Zaibach general. And he was right, this time there was no running. But she would have to try, there was no way she was going to let him walk all over her. Her pride alone wouldn't allow it.
As she raised her newly acquired staff to a fighting posture, Serryn's mind was already working. Her best chance was to outsmart him. From what she had absorbed in her previous encounters with Dilandau, she was sure he relied almost entirely on his brute strength and skill.
Dilandau chose that moment to charge at her, but was brought up suddenly as Celena, who had remained silent all this time, dove in front of him.
"Dilandau STOP!!" the blue eyed girl exclaimed, holding her arms out in a feeble attempt to protect Serryn, "You know very well that she isn't nearly as skilled as you are! She stands no chance against you!"
Serryn was slightly miffed at Celena's oblivious bashing of her self esteem, but was in turn hoping the other girl's words would prevent Dilandau's advance on her.
But it didn't seem likely, telling from the fury that was now evident on his face.
"Get...out," he hissed at her through clenched teeth.
"But Dilandau I-"
"GET OUT!!!" Dilandau roared, swinging his sword at Celena.
Celena shrieked, jumping back as the sword missed her neck by inches. She dashed around Dilandau and ran for the door, flashing an apologetic glance at Serryn before disappearing around the corner.
Serryn watched her go, but felt no resentment. 'It's not her fault, I most likely would have done the same if I were her...' Her thoughts were immediately interrupted by light reflecting off of a moving blade. Serryn gasped bringing her staff up blocking Dilandau's blow.
"Let's keep our minds on the battle now, shall we?" Dilandau grinned bearing down on her.
'Be aggressive,' Serryn silently reminded herself. She tightened her grip on the staff and shoved it up, knocking Dilandau's sword away. She then ducked, delivering a well placed kick to the silver haired boy's unguarded stomach.
Dilandau gasped as the air was knocked out of him, but recovered quickly, coming at Serryn from the side. She dodged, swinging her staff and bringing it down hard on his back. The blow had to hurt, she knew, but Dilandau never even flinched. Instead he whipped around grasping the staff and pulled hard.
Serryn maintained her grip on the staff, but cried out as she lost her footing. Dilandau swung her over his shoulder, and she landed hard on her side. Her chest heaved, but as if her sixth sense had suddenly kicked in, she brought her staff up over her head, and felt the jarring connection with Dilandau's sword once again. She shoved upward, releasing the blade from the groove it had carved into the wood of the staff.
She then rolled forward, somersaulting away from Dilandau, and leapt to her feet. Pain seared by her left arm. It was a shallow cut, the blood was already slowing, but what scared her was she hadn't even relized he'd hit her until now. She panted, glaring at Dilandau, waiting for his next move.
"It's nice to see you're finally holding your own Princess, I was growing tired of countering your defense," the general commented, smirking, "I won't hold back now!"
He charged at her again, this time with a speed she had never seen before. He was on her within seconds. His blows came at her again and again, and Serryn gasped. She was bearly able to tell them apart they came at her so fast, and a moment later she realized she was no longer able to attack. Once again, she found herself merely blocking his attacks and making none of her own.
Dilandau must have realized this too, but he did not let up. Serryn's teeth clenched, she felt like her arms were going to break from all the blows she was countering. Her eyes widened suddenly as she spotted an opening by Dilandau's left shoulder. 'ATTACK!" her mind screamed.
Everything seemed to slow down then. Serryn saw her arms whipping her staff away from Dilandau's blade, and bring it up over her head. The staff swung down at his shoulder, but she also saw his eyes flicker across to it, realizing her motive. His sword arm lowered while his other shot up and gripped the wood and once again he lifted the staff up over his shoulder. But this time Serryn felt her grip slip and suddenly lost her footing. Her back came crashing hard against the ground.
Her eyes clenched shut as pain shot up her spine, making her head feel like it would explode, though it probably would have hurt more if the floor of the room hadn't been padded.
Her lungs convulsed, desperately trying to replace the air that had been knocked out of her and tears of pain flowed from her tightly closed eyes. The throbbing was starting to recede slight, when Serryn instantly became aware of cold metal pressing against her neck.
Her emerald eyes slid open, meeting with Dilandau's blood reds. He loomed over her, his face was inches from her own and his knees on either side of her waist. One slight twist of his hand would mean the end of her. She glared up at him, her eyes wide as she felt the color leave her face.
"Your dead Princess," Dilandau spoke finally, a triumphant smile crossing his face.
Serryn blinked, confusion washing over her. "What?" she whispered, still trying to catch her breath.
"You're dead," He repeated, "I win. Although I'm impressed, you held out much longer then I expected you too."
Serryn just stared at him, wondering whether she should thank him, or pass out. Funny how passing out sounded so much easier at the moment. But instead she asked, "Um, could you please put that away now, if you don't intend on using it?" Her eyes flickered to the arm that was still holding his sword against her neck, dangerously close to drawing more of her blood.
Dilandau smirked, but pulled the sword away from her neck, placing it back into its scabbard. Serryn breathed a sigh of relief, raising herself off the floor. She gasped suddenly as Dilandau snatched both of her wrists, shoving her back down against the floor.
Serryn thrashed her arms, trying to break his grip. "Let go!" she exclaimed, but drew a sharp breath as Dilandau leaned in much more closer then she would have ever considered comfortable.
"I know what you're doing," he whispered, his lips inches from her ear.
Her expression was dumbfounded, "What?"
"I know what you're doing Princess," he repeated in a sultry tone, "and it won't work. I figured it out, so now we'll see how you like playing games when the rules are no longer on your terms."
Serryn opened her mouth to demand just what the HELL he was talking about, but her words were cut off as his mouth abruptly covered hers. She felt her eyes go wide at the sudden sensation of warm lips pressing against her own. She again tried to break free of his grip, but he held her down firmly with his strong arms, kissing her more insistently.
For a moment she thought she would scream, but Serryn suddenly realized something. It didn't feel wrong. She felt as his tongue parted her lips then, exploring her mouth, and at the same time a warmth spread through her body.
'This is wrong!' her mind screamed at her, urging her to make it stop somehow. But from somewhere another voice spoke. 'Why is it so wrong? It doesn't feel wrong. It feels...nice...' It was this voice that made Serryn realize suddenly that she was responding to Dilandau's lips now, kissing him back hesitantly.
But before she could make sense of what both voices were telling her and what she herself was actually doing, Dilandau had pulled away from her, releasing his grip on her wrists.
Serryn remained lying on the floor, gasping for breath now for an entirely different reason. What had just happened?? She pulled herself to a sitting position, watching as Dilandau rose and walked over to pick her staff up from where he had thrown it. His face was expressionless now, but his eyes gleamed with something that sent shivers down her back.
Dilandau tossed her the staff, and she was bearly able to catch it, her eyes still locked on him in a shocked expression. "I want you training everyday from now until I give you further notice. We'll be attacking within a few days, and I want you prepared to fight." Once again he spoke as if nothing had happened.
Serryn finally found her voice at that comment. "What do you mean fight?? What are you going to have me do?" she asked, unable to keep the fear from her eyes. They were going to make her go to battle? It was absurd, she wouldn't last five minutes in an actual war!
Dilandau grinned coldly at her as he walked towards the door, "Well Princess, I'm afraid that's a secret, for now," he let out a sinister cackle and exited the room.
****
Celena rejoined Serryn sometime later, coming back to find the princess viscously attacking a padded post in the shape of a human figure. Serryn's thoughts came in time with her blows.
'I *WACK* am such *WACK* a moron *WACK*.' She berated herself. He had kissed her again. And instead of fighting she had kissed him BACK! The thought horrified her. 'What was I thinking???' she demanded, and let out a cry, throwing her staff across the room. 'What is wrong with me??'
"Um...Serryn? Are you ok?" Celena asked timidly, worry evident in her features.
Serryn let out a sigh, sinking down to the floor and crossing her legs. "Yeh, Celena I'm fine..." she lied, her voice a dull tone.
"Are you sure? Dilandau looked like he had it in for you real bad...He didn't hurt you too much did?" Celena's eyes swept over the long shallow cut on the princess's arm.
Serryn felt a bitter smile twist across her lips, 'If only you knew.' But no, she didn't want to talk about it with Celena. In fact she didn't want to talk about it period.
"What time is it?" she asked, ignoring the question, glancing up at the blue eyed girl.
"Um, I think it's a little after noon, "Celena replied.
"Good," Serryn said, getting to her feet, "let's go get some lunch."
~Sarah~
Chapter 11- This Again
"You and me, Meant to be
Immutable, Impossible
It's destiny, Pure lunacy
Incalculable, Insufferable"~ Smashing Pumpkins
Serryn broke out in a cold sweat. Once again she was faced with the Silver haired Zaibach general. And he was right, this time there was no running. But she would have to try, there was no way she was going to let him walk all over her. Her pride alone wouldn't allow it.
As she raised her newly acquired staff to a fighting posture, Serryn's mind was already working. Her best chance was to outsmart him. From what she had absorbed in her previous encounters with Dilandau, she was sure he relied almost entirely on his brute strength and skill.
Dilandau chose that moment to charge at her, but was brought up suddenly as Celena, who had remained silent all this time, dove in front of him.
"Dilandau STOP!!" the blue eyed girl exclaimed, holding her arms out in a feeble attempt to protect Serryn, "You know very well that she isn't nearly as skilled as you are! She stands no chance against you!"
Serryn was slightly miffed at Celena's oblivious bashing of her self esteem, but was in turn hoping the other girl's words would prevent Dilandau's advance on her.
But it didn't seem likely, telling from the fury that was now evident on his face.
"Get...out," he hissed at her through clenched teeth.
"But Dilandau I-"
"GET OUT!!!" Dilandau roared, swinging his sword at Celena.
Celena shrieked, jumping back as the sword missed her neck by inches. She dashed around Dilandau and ran for the door, flashing an apologetic glance at Serryn before disappearing around the corner.
Serryn watched her go, but felt no resentment. 'It's not her fault, I most likely would have done the same if I were her...' Her thoughts were immediately interrupted by light reflecting off of a moving blade. Serryn gasped bringing her staff up blocking Dilandau's blow.
"Let's keep our minds on the battle now, shall we?" Dilandau grinned bearing down on her.
'Be aggressive,' Serryn silently reminded herself. She tightened her grip on the staff and shoved it up, knocking Dilandau's sword away. She then ducked, delivering a well placed kick to the silver haired boy's unguarded stomach.
Dilandau gasped as the air was knocked out of him, but recovered quickly, coming at Serryn from the side. She dodged, swinging her staff and bringing it down hard on his back. The blow had to hurt, she knew, but Dilandau never even flinched. Instead he whipped around grasping the staff and pulled hard.
Serryn maintained her grip on the staff, but cried out as she lost her footing. Dilandau swung her over his shoulder, and she landed hard on her side. Her chest heaved, but as if her sixth sense had suddenly kicked in, she brought her staff up over her head, and felt the jarring connection with Dilandau's sword once again. She shoved upward, releasing the blade from the groove it had carved into the wood of the staff.
She then rolled forward, somersaulting away from Dilandau, and leapt to her feet. Pain seared by her left arm. It was a shallow cut, the blood was already slowing, but what scared her was she hadn't even relized he'd hit her until now. She panted, glaring at Dilandau, waiting for his next move.
"It's nice to see you're finally holding your own Princess, I was growing tired of countering your defense," the general commented, smirking, "I won't hold back now!"
He charged at her again, this time with a speed she had never seen before. He was on her within seconds. His blows came at her again and again, and Serryn gasped. She was bearly able to tell them apart they came at her so fast, and a moment later she realized she was no longer able to attack. Once again, she found herself merely blocking his attacks and making none of her own.
Dilandau must have realized this too, but he did not let up. Serryn's teeth clenched, she felt like her arms were going to break from all the blows she was countering. Her eyes widened suddenly as she spotted an opening by Dilandau's left shoulder. 'ATTACK!" her mind screamed.
Everything seemed to slow down then. Serryn saw her arms whipping her staff away from Dilandau's blade, and bring it up over her head. The staff swung down at his shoulder, but she also saw his eyes flicker across to it, realizing her motive. His sword arm lowered while his other shot up and gripped the wood and once again he lifted the staff up over his shoulder. But this time Serryn felt her grip slip and suddenly lost her footing. Her back came crashing hard against the ground.
Her eyes clenched shut as pain shot up her spine, making her head feel like it would explode, though it probably would have hurt more if the floor of the room hadn't been padded.
Her lungs convulsed, desperately trying to replace the air that had been knocked out of her and tears of pain flowed from her tightly closed eyes. The throbbing was starting to recede slight, when Serryn instantly became aware of cold metal pressing against her neck.
Her emerald eyes slid open, meeting with Dilandau's blood reds. He loomed over her, his face was inches from her own and his knees on either side of her waist. One slight twist of his hand would mean the end of her. She glared up at him, her eyes wide as she felt the color leave her face.
"Your dead Princess," Dilandau spoke finally, a triumphant smile crossing his face.
Serryn blinked, confusion washing over her. "What?" she whispered, still trying to catch her breath.
"You're dead," He repeated, "I win. Although I'm impressed, you held out much longer then I expected you too."
Serryn just stared at him, wondering whether she should thank him, or pass out. Funny how passing out sounded so much easier at the moment. But instead she asked, "Um, could you please put that away now, if you don't intend on using it?" Her eyes flickered to the arm that was still holding his sword against her neck, dangerously close to drawing more of her blood.
Dilandau smirked, but pulled the sword away from her neck, placing it back into its scabbard. Serryn breathed a sigh of relief, raising herself off the floor. She gasped suddenly as Dilandau snatched both of her wrists, shoving her back down against the floor.
Serryn thrashed her arms, trying to break his grip. "Let go!" she exclaimed, but drew a sharp breath as Dilandau leaned in much more closer then she would have ever considered comfortable.
"I know what you're doing," he whispered, his lips inches from her ear.
Her expression was dumbfounded, "What?"
"I know what you're doing Princess," he repeated in a sultry tone, "and it won't work. I figured it out, so now we'll see how you like playing games when the rules are no longer on your terms."
Serryn opened her mouth to demand just what the HELL he was talking about, but her words were cut off as his mouth abruptly covered hers. She felt her eyes go wide at the sudden sensation of warm lips pressing against her own. She again tried to break free of his grip, but he held her down firmly with his strong arms, kissing her more insistently.
For a moment she thought she would scream, but Serryn suddenly realized something. It didn't feel wrong. She felt as his tongue parted her lips then, exploring her mouth, and at the same time a warmth spread through her body.
'This is wrong!' her mind screamed at her, urging her to make it stop somehow. But from somewhere another voice spoke. 'Why is it so wrong? It doesn't feel wrong. It feels...nice...' It was this voice that made Serryn realize suddenly that she was responding to Dilandau's lips now, kissing him back hesitantly.
But before she could make sense of what both voices were telling her and what she herself was actually doing, Dilandau had pulled away from her, releasing his grip on her wrists.
Serryn remained lying on the floor, gasping for breath now for an entirely different reason. What had just happened?? She pulled herself to a sitting position, watching as Dilandau rose and walked over to pick her staff up from where he had thrown it. His face was expressionless now, but his eyes gleamed with something that sent shivers down her back.
Dilandau tossed her the staff, and she was bearly able to catch it, her eyes still locked on him in a shocked expression. "I want you training everyday from now until I give you further notice. We'll be attacking within a few days, and I want you prepared to fight." Once again he spoke as if nothing had happened.
Serryn finally found her voice at that comment. "What do you mean fight?? What are you going to have me do?" she asked, unable to keep the fear from her eyes. They were going to make her go to battle? It was absurd, she wouldn't last five minutes in an actual war!
Dilandau grinned coldly at her as he walked towards the door, "Well Princess, I'm afraid that's a secret, for now," he let out a sinister cackle and exited the room.
****
Celena rejoined Serryn sometime later, coming back to find the princess viscously attacking a padded post in the shape of a human figure. Serryn's thoughts came in time with her blows.
'I *WACK* am such *WACK* a moron *WACK*.' She berated herself. He had kissed her again. And instead of fighting she had kissed him BACK! The thought horrified her. 'What was I thinking???' she demanded, and let out a cry, throwing her staff across the room. 'What is wrong with me??'
"Um...Serryn? Are you ok?" Celena asked timidly, worry evident in her features.
Serryn let out a sigh, sinking down to the floor and crossing her legs. "Yeh, Celena I'm fine..." she lied, her voice a dull tone.
"Are you sure? Dilandau looked like he had it in for you real bad...He didn't hurt you too much did?" Celena's eyes swept over the long shallow cut on the princess's arm.
Serryn felt a bitter smile twist across her lips, 'If only you knew.' But no, she didn't want to talk about it with Celena. In fact she didn't want to talk about it period.
"What time is it?" she asked, ignoring the question, glancing up at the blue eyed girl.
"Um, I think it's a little after noon, "Celena replied.
"Good," Serryn said, getting to her feet, "let's go get some lunch."
