A resounding SNIKT rang out as Logan's claws came out, giving the
knights and their lord their answer. Logan charged forward as they fired
another cannon ball into the tower, ripping apart more of the wall. Kurt
teleported himself and his mother from the tower, watching as it started to
topple over.
Warren spread his wings and with a swift flick, he was in the air. He soared up out of arrow range, waiting for a moment before he dove down like a missile. As he flew, he drew a scimitar, which he had kept hidden under his cloak. When he smashed into the stunned knights, he was able to kill three before he landed on his feet.
Logan was ripping through the knights, his claws finding throats and chests easily. Driving both sets of claws into one chest, he leapt up, planting his feet on the knight's stomach. Kicking back, he flew backwards into the air, signaling for Scott.
Nodding, Scott looked over at a group of four knights, and he narrowed his eyes. His eyes slowly built up into a crimson red color, before the redness erupted forward in an optic blast that slew the knights.
Raven watched with amusement as Kurt fought in human form with his twin rapiers. Looking over to the side, she saw the lord holding back, shouting at the knights to kill them. Her body slowly began to shiver and her skin melted away and reformed as she turned into one of the knights she had seen killed a moment ago. Putting on a picture of fear, she ran towards him.
"M'lord! I don't think we can take them!" she shouted. Angrily, the lord turned on her and pointed his lance at her.
"Don't be a coward! Go back there and fight!" he shouted. Seeing the knight draw his sword, he nodded and turned his head back to the action, barely noticing him swing his blade until his head was off his shoulders.
Smirking, Raven turned into the lord and she leapt onto the horses back, riding to the group. "Retreat! Head back to the castle at once!" she shouted. The remaining three knights ran as fast as they could out of there, not noticing that their lord wasn't following them.
Dismounting, Raven turned back to her normal body, smirking. "I think that went well, don't you agree?" she asked.
"We need to hurry up before those knights call in back up." Logan pointed out, sliding in his blood soaked claws.
"We need to go look for this Hank before the King gets his hands on him." Scott said. "Do you know where he is right now?" he asked, turning to Raven.
"Of course I do! He's in the city of Balan right now." Raven said.
"Balan? But zhat is a two veek's valk from here." Kurt pointed out. Raven crossed her arms across her chest, giving her son a stern glare.
"How can you have forgotten everything your mother can do?" she demanded. Sighing, she shook her head, pressing the bridge of her nose with two fingers. "I can easily take us there by making your teleportation portal reach a longer distance! Now get ready to teleport us to that tree over there." She said, pointing to a large oak in the distance.
Kurt transformed into his demon form, holding his hands and tail for everyone to hold onto. With a BAMF, he teleported.
As soon as Kurt teleported, Raven clapped a hand on his forehead, chanting softly. Their eyes started to glow a bright golden color, and everyone could feel as if they were being pulled by a string tied to their foreheads.
With a BAMF of brimstone and sulfur, they found themselves in an alleyway, startling a few homeless people. Kurt's legs gave out, and Logan had to catch him before he smashed his head on the paved ground.
"Ya ok, Elf?" he asked, looking at him worriedly.
"Ja, I zhink so." Kurt mumbled, slowly struggling to stand on his own feet. "Just a bit veak at zhe moment."
Ignoring them, Raven transformed into a blond woman with jade green eyes. "Come on, we don't have time to waste worrying about my son at the moment." She snapped, walking out of the alleyway and into the street.
The city was bustling with activity, street vendors shouting out prices and deals to the shoppers as they walked by. Large stone buildings loomed overhead. Logan took a look around the area, and he cursed softly under his breath.
"How are we going to find this Hank in this crowd?" he demanded, turning to Raven.
"It will be easy. Just look for the girl who walks through walls." Raven said. "I think in order for this to work, we need to split up. We'll meet by that fruit vendor when we're done." She directed, walking away without another word.
"Good old mutter." Kurt mumbled, heading north.
"See you guys later." Scott said, going east.
"If you fly up for a bit, you'll be able to see the whole city. Try to look for any girls walking through walls." Logan told Warren. With that, he walked off into a crowd of people.
Nodding, Warren spread his wings out, and he soared high into the air. With a few large flaps, he was high overhead, able to see everything below. He spread his wings out, soaring on the thermals as he went over the city. Someone caught his eye and he slowly landed on a building top. Looking over the side, he looked around and he found the person that had caught his attention.
A young man in a suede duster jacket was walking by himself, people giving him a wide berth as they walked past him, except for those who were obviously new to the city.
Cocking an eyebrow, Warren swooped down and he slowly started to follow after the man, keeping a good distance away.
Walking by a fruit vendor, the young man swiped up an apple, tossing it into the air as he walked on by, believing he hadn't been noticed.
"Hey! You didn't pay for that!" the owner shouted, pointing at the young man.
"Merde." The man mumbled. Turning around, he pulled his arm back, the apple starting to glow bright colors before he threw it, making it explode into the vendor's cart. Amid the chaos, the young man turned and ran down an alleyway.
"Hey!" Warren slipped through the jostling crowd, and he chased after the would be thief. He followed him down the alleyway, barely able to keep up. He flapped his wing, giving himself a slight boost as he soared after him, grabbing him by the arms tightly.
"Wot de 'ell!?"
Warren soared up onto a roof and dropped the thief, landing beside him. "All right now." Before Warren could finish his sentence, the thief had pulled out a deck of cards and he hurled a charged one at him. Throwing himself to the side, he saw the card explode harmlessly in the air.
"Now hold on a minute!" he shouted, leaping to his feet and drawing his scimitars.
"An' why should I do dat? Y' de 'un who grabbed me, homme!" the thief spat, getting his cards ready.
"We're both Gifted and I thought you could help me!" Warren insisted. The thief cocked an eyebrow.
"'ow kin I trus' y'?" he asked. With a clatter, Warren threw his blades at the thieves feet.
"My name is Warren Worthington the Third. I need your help in finding a man named Hank McCoy. He should be with a girl who can walk through walls." He said calmly. The thief looked Warren over for a moment, then with a shrug, he kicked his scimitars back over to him.
"Mah name is Remy Lebeau, an' de only way I'm gonna 'elp y' is if y' kin prove dat y' don' work fo' de King." He said calmly. Cocking an eyebrow, Warren spread his wings out wide.
"These don't?" he asked.
"Dere ar' dose dat ar' Gifted an' work fo' de King." Remy explained. Sighing, Warren thought for a moment.
"The King is also after a witch named Raven Darkholme. One of my friends is her son. If we find my friends, will that prove it?" he asked.
"Fine." Remy agreed, putting his cards back into his pocket. "Where we goin' tae meet dese friends o' yers?" he asked.
"We plan on meeting at the.oops." Warren muttered.
"Oops?" Remy asked.
"We were supposed to meet at the fruit vendor but something tells me that he won't like seeing you again." Warren raised his eyebrows as Remy started to laugh softly. "Well I don't see what's so funny." He said.
"'e won' remembah dat et was me. 'e nevah does." Remy explained with a shrug. "Ole Billy can' remembah wot 'e ate five minutes latah." Warren thought over this for a moment, then he shrugged with a sigh.
"If you say so." He said simply. "I think we better head there now in case any of the others have arrived."
When the two walked back to the fruit vendor, everything had been cleaned up, and the owner even smiled and waved, not recognizing Remy. Kurt was leaning on the cart with a red headed woman beside him.
"Did you find the girl?" Raven asked, not waiting for Warren to get there yet. Warren blinked for a moment in confusion. Sighing, she let her eyes turn yellow for a moment. "It's me you twit."
"Oh. Well no, I didn't find the girl, but I did find someone who knows where she and McCoy are." Warren said, pointing to Remy.
"Enchante Mesdames." Remy said, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. Rolling her eyes, Raven ripped her hand away and gave it to Kurt. Sighing, he wiped it with a handkerchief.
"Mutter does not like being touched by men, except me." He explained, shrugging slightly.
"Dis mus' really be Raven den huh?" Remy asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm the witch Raven. Now tell us where McCoy is before I'm forced to break your hand for touching me." Raven warned sweetly.
As Remy crossed his arms across his chest in surprise, Logan and Scott walked up, Logan looking Remy over for a moment. "Who the hell is this?" he asked.
"De name is Remy Lebeau, an' I was goin' tae tell y' where 'ank is." Remy snapped. "Now I'm not so sure." He added. Kurt knew what he meant at once.
"How much?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Smirking, Remy leaned his back against the cart, rolling a card through his fingers like a coin.
"'ow much y' t'ink et worth?" he countered. There was a soft clinking sound, as Logan tossed a bag of coins at Remy's feet.
"Ask for more and I'm ripping yer damned throat out." He growled, narrowing his eyes and cracking his knuckles. Shrugging, Remy stooped down and picked up he money, weighing it in his hand for a moment.
"Good enough." He shrugged, pocketing the money. "All righ' den, 'ank an' Kitty."
"Kitty?" Warren interrupted.
"De girl who kin walk through walls." Remy sighed. "Dey ar' in de ole library in de back o' de city. If y' wan' tae git in, y' 'ave tae say yer name an' den say 'King Graydon Creed is a son o' a bitch.' Den dey will let y' in." Remy instructed. With that, he turned around and started to walk off. "Good luck!" he called over his shoulder.
Warren spread his wings and with a swift flick, he was in the air. He soared up out of arrow range, waiting for a moment before he dove down like a missile. As he flew, he drew a scimitar, which he had kept hidden under his cloak. When he smashed into the stunned knights, he was able to kill three before he landed on his feet.
Logan was ripping through the knights, his claws finding throats and chests easily. Driving both sets of claws into one chest, he leapt up, planting his feet on the knight's stomach. Kicking back, he flew backwards into the air, signaling for Scott.
Nodding, Scott looked over at a group of four knights, and he narrowed his eyes. His eyes slowly built up into a crimson red color, before the redness erupted forward in an optic blast that slew the knights.
Raven watched with amusement as Kurt fought in human form with his twin rapiers. Looking over to the side, she saw the lord holding back, shouting at the knights to kill them. Her body slowly began to shiver and her skin melted away and reformed as she turned into one of the knights she had seen killed a moment ago. Putting on a picture of fear, she ran towards him.
"M'lord! I don't think we can take them!" she shouted. Angrily, the lord turned on her and pointed his lance at her.
"Don't be a coward! Go back there and fight!" he shouted. Seeing the knight draw his sword, he nodded and turned his head back to the action, barely noticing him swing his blade until his head was off his shoulders.
Smirking, Raven turned into the lord and she leapt onto the horses back, riding to the group. "Retreat! Head back to the castle at once!" she shouted. The remaining three knights ran as fast as they could out of there, not noticing that their lord wasn't following them.
Dismounting, Raven turned back to her normal body, smirking. "I think that went well, don't you agree?" she asked.
"We need to hurry up before those knights call in back up." Logan pointed out, sliding in his blood soaked claws.
"We need to go look for this Hank before the King gets his hands on him." Scott said. "Do you know where he is right now?" he asked, turning to Raven.
"Of course I do! He's in the city of Balan right now." Raven said.
"Balan? But zhat is a two veek's valk from here." Kurt pointed out. Raven crossed her arms across her chest, giving her son a stern glare.
"How can you have forgotten everything your mother can do?" she demanded. Sighing, she shook her head, pressing the bridge of her nose with two fingers. "I can easily take us there by making your teleportation portal reach a longer distance! Now get ready to teleport us to that tree over there." She said, pointing to a large oak in the distance.
Kurt transformed into his demon form, holding his hands and tail for everyone to hold onto. With a BAMF, he teleported.
As soon as Kurt teleported, Raven clapped a hand on his forehead, chanting softly. Their eyes started to glow a bright golden color, and everyone could feel as if they were being pulled by a string tied to their foreheads.
With a BAMF of brimstone and sulfur, they found themselves in an alleyway, startling a few homeless people. Kurt's legs gave out, and Logan had to catch him before he smashed his head on the paved ground.
"Ya ok, Elf?" he asked, looking at him worriedly.
"Ja, I zhink so." Kurt mumbled, slowly struggling to stand on his own feet. "Just a bit veak at zhe moment."
Ignoring them, Raven transformed into a blond woman with jade green eyes. "Come on, we don't have time to waste worrying about my son at the moment." She snapped, walking out of the alleyway and into the street.
The city was bustling with activity, street vendors shouting out prices and deals to the shoppers as they walked by. Large stone buildings loomed overhead. Logan took a look around the area, and he cursed softly under his breath.
"How are we going to find this Hank in this crowd?" he demanded, turning to Raven.
"It will be easy. Just look for the girl who walks through walls." Raven said. "I think in order for this to work, we need to split up. We'll meet by that fruit vendor when we're done." She directed, walking away without another word.
"Good old mutter." Kurt mumbled, heading north.
"See you guys later." Scott said, going east.
"If you fly up for a bit, you'll be able to see the whole city. Try to look for any girls walking through walls." Logan told Warren. With that, he walked off into a crowd of people.
Nodding, Warren spread his wings out, and he soared high into the air. With a few large flaps, he was high overhead, able to see everything below. He spread his wings out, soaring on the thermals as he went over the city. Someone caught his eye and he slowly landed on a building top. Looking over the side, he looked around and he found the person that had caught his attention.
A young man in a suede duster jacket was walking by himself, people giving him a wide berth as they walked past him, except for those who were obviously new to the city.
Cocking an eyebrow, Warren swooped down and he slowly started to follow after the man, keeping a good distance away.
Walking by a fruit vendor, the young man swiped up an apple, tossing it into the air as he walked on by, believing he hadn't been noticed.
"Hey! You didn't pay for that!" the owner shouted, pointing at the young man.
"Merde." The man mumbled. Turning around, he pulled his arm back, the apple starting to glow bright colors before he threw it, making it explode into the vendor's cart. Amid the chaos, the young man turned and ran down an alleyway.
"Hey!" Warren slipped through the jostling crowd, and he chased after the would be thief. He followed him down the alleyway, barely able to keep up. He flapped his wing, giving himself a slight boost as he soared after him, grabbing him by the arms tightly.
"Wot de 'ell!?"
Warren soared up onto a roof and dropped the thief, landing beside him. "All right now." Before Warren could finish his sentence, the thief had pulled out a deck of cards and he hurled a charged one at him. Throwing himself to the side, he saw the card explode harmlessly in the air.
"Now hold on a minute!" he shouted, leaping to his feet and drawing his scimitars.
"An' why should I do dat? Y' de 'un who grabbed me, homme!" the thief spat, getting his cards ready.
"We're both Gifted and I thought you could help me!" Warren insisted. The thief cocked an eyebrow.
"'ow kin I trus' y'?" he asked. With a clatter, Warren threw his blades at the thieves feet.
"My name is Warren Worthington the Third. I need your help in finding a man named Hank McCoy. He should be with a girl who can walk through walls." He said calmly. The thief looked Warren over for a moment, then with a shrug, he kicked his scimitars back over to him.
"Mah name is Remy Lebeau, an' de only way I'm gonna 'elp y' is if y' kin prove dat y' don' work fo' de King." He said calmly. Cocking an eyebrow, Warren spread his wings out wide.
"These don't?" he asked.
"Dere ar' dose dat ar' Gifted an' work fo' de King." Remy explained. Sighing, Warren thought for a moment.
"The King is also after a witch named Raven Darkholme. One of my friends is her son. If we find my friends, will that prove it?" he asked.
"Fine." Remy agreed, putting his cards back into his pocket. "Where we goin' tae meet dese friends o' yers?" he asked.
"We plan on meeting at the.oops." Warren muttered.
"Oops?" Remy asked.
"We were supposed to meet at the fruit vendor but something tells me that he won't like seeing you again." Warren raised his eyebrows as Remy started to laugh softly. "Well I don't see what's so funny." He said.
"'e won' remembah dat et was me. 'e nevah does." Remy explained with a shrug. "Ole Billy can' remembah wot 'e ate five minutes latah." Warren thought over this for a moment, then he shrugged with a sigh.
"If you say so." He said simply. "I think we better head there now in case any of the others have arrived."
When the two walked back to the fruit vendor, everything had been cleaned up, and the owner even smiled and waved, not recognizing Remy. Kurt was leaning on the cart with a red headed woman beside him.
"Did you find the girl?" Raven asked, not waiting for Warren to get there yet. Warren blinked for a moment in confusion. Sighing, she let her eyes turn yellow for a moment. "It's me you twit."
"Oh. Well no, I didn't find the girl, but I did find someone who knows where she and McCoy are." Warren said, pointing to Remy.
"Enchante Mesdames." Remy said, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. Rolling her eyes, Raven ripped her hand away and gave it to Kurt. Sighing, he wiped it with a handkerchief.
"Mutter does not like being touched by men, except me." He explained, shrugging slightly.
"Dis mus' really be Raven den huh?" Remy asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm the witch Raven. Now tell us where McCoy is before I'm forced to break your hand for touching me." Raven warned sweetly.
As Remy crossed his arms across his chest in surprise, Logan and Scott walked up, Logan looking Remy over for a moment. "Who the hell is this?" he asked.
"De name is Remy Lebeau, an' I was goin' tae tell y' where 'ank is." Remy snapped. "Now I'm not so sure." He added. Kurt knew what he meant at once.
"How much?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Smirking, Remy leaned his back against the cart, rolling a card through his fingers like a coin.
"'ow much y' t'ink et worth?" he countered. There was a soft clinking sound, as Logan tossed a bag of coins at Remy's feet.
"Ask for more and I'm ripping yer damned throat out." He growled, narrowing his eyes and cracking his knuckles. Shrugging, Remy stooped down and picked up he money, weighing it in his hand for a moment.
"Good enough." He shrugged, pocketing the money. "All righ' den, 'ank an' Kitty."
"Kitty?" Warren interrupted.
"De girl who kin walk through walls." Remy sighed. "Dey ar' in de ole library in de back o' de city. If y' wan' tae git in, y' 'ave tae say yer name an' den say 'King Graydon Creed is a son o' a bitch.' Den dey will let y' in." Remy instructed. With that, he turned around and started to walk off. "Good luck!" he called over his shoulder.