Dragoon spirits attract each other,
And dragoons gather...
as the dragon spirit desires
As Soa's fate leads...
Legend Of The Dragoon
Chapter 4 Traps And Darkness
She felt only burning and saw only darkness. Her mind knew that she was under the water, but the pain of the flames still touched her. The empathic gift she had reached out, but found only more pain in the dying as the structure collapsed above into the water.
A silent scream erupted from her mind, reaching everyone within range as she gasped, drawing in the water. Her mind knew that she was going to die then, but her heart held onto some hope.
She felt the rocks touch her back as she sank deeper, the chill of the water finally touching her flesh to quench the flames. Then she saw it, a flickering of light besides her and she reached out for it, her mind allowing her to and her heart urging her forth, both saying that it was the only way.
Her weakened hands moved as blackness started to take her, closing barely mobile fingers over the glowing stone that had now chosen her to be it's bearer. The light flashed for an instant as the darkness took her vision for the time being.
The light ripped upwards, tearing through the surface and the structure, the power taking her spirit from her broken body, it's strength would make her anew where she was needed, the dark man had hidden the spirit for far to long, now it would return with a bearer to where the gathering of souls would take place.
The doors to the library detonated in a burst of flame, causing all of those within to dive for cover. Wesley and Guiles barely had a chance to stare in shock as they hit the deck behind the counter. Oz tackled Willow behind one of the bookcases and Cordelia followed suit.
The two slayers both went for their weapons as a dozen warriors charged through the smoke the blast caused. Their armor was a blue grey color that was further dimmed by the smoke as they fired their weapons into the lights, causing showers of sparks and a few small fires from the ones carrying plasma pistols.
The slayers charged as the scouts switched to their blades in a flash of motion that showed their capabilities as beyond human.
With a beastial snarl the lead marine lashed out, sending the blond slayer tumbling through the air like a rag doll, the benefits of their gene seed powering them up to a level not seen on this earth.
Faith landed and lashed out with the broadsword she grabbed off the table, but her blade was shattered in a shower of sparks and steel shards when it met the marine scouts power sword. A snap kick dropped that man, but she took a hit from the hilt of a chain sword to the back of her head, sending her to dreamland.
Willow reacted then, she drew on her power, muttering a spell and sending fireballs into the squad as another sound was heard in the hall.
A shot grazed Willow's side as the scout in the rear went down with a badly mangled student desk shattered on top of him. The scream of rending metal drew four of the others attention, spotting a blond woman who looked to be in her mid to late twenties moving at inhuman speeds to drop a second marine. The three still staring opened fire, bolter fire tossing the figure out of the room to collapse against the wall across from the ruined door.
Buffy, who had just staggered back to her feet to see one of the newer teachers get gunned down started to move when she saw the guns pointing at her, "I surrender!"
The Space Wolf scouts rounded up those they had been sent after and slipped out within moments, not worrying about subtlety now, their mission was nearly complete, and only three of their battle brothers on the wounded list, no casualties.
What they did not notice was the woman they had shot up starting to move, or that the one eye on her they had managed to hit directly was now a glowing crimson. The Terminator, reprogrammed in the future by John Connor, sent back to find alternate timelines and recruit help, a T-799 model named Eve, who had expanded her name into Evelyn Chambers when she applied for a job at Sunnydale High School, it was coming back online, comparing probabilities and projecting a course of action, perhaps Skynet was involved in this mess, it would explain the damage caused by small arms fire.
Xander and John slowly moved through the streets, heading for the meeting place where Xander would take on Cassius. Xander carried his blade and a pair of stakes, while John carried a veritable arsenal of weaponry as well as a few less modern weapons just in case some vampires or demons got involved.
They were both quiet, Xander's face missing its usual smirk, their minds were turned inwards. John was thinking about how demons and vampires changed how he viewed the world, and Xander was contemplating how he had ended up in a position where he would have to kill another human being in order to survive the night, kill or be killed.
The vampires that spotted them retreated, recognizing Xander as one of the ones causing chaos in the night life on his own, leaving more death and destruction in his wake than the entire group with the slayers. The other looked even more loco than Xander.
Cassius smiled to himself from his perch atop the climbing structures for children in the park, he saw the parked truck the scouts had borrowed from the circus that was in town, the truck with the cage in the back holding his trump card for the fight to come. The dragon spirit had wanted him to flee rather than fight the boy, the dragon the child carried was far too powerful for a fair fight by him, and he had only carried the spirit for a day now, only transformed once.
It would perhaps be enough to throw his foe off balance long enough for him to win the fight, the scouts were scattered around, only eight of them were there, the other one that was intact was still tending to their wounded from the operation.
Then he sensed a dragoon spirit, not the Divine one that was in the boy, nor was it localized, but it was a pulsing flash that was tearing through the air surrounding him as he transformed. Normally, he could only sense another when they transformed, or so he had been told, but this was different, he felt agony and pain, a burning and suffocation, he gasped for air as he dropped to his knees with a sense of foreboding that was strange.
"Xander?" John asked as his cousin dropped to his knees with a gasp, "What's wrong?"
"A new dragoon, she...she's in pain, unbelievable pain!"
He managed to get to his feet, "She's not here, not yet, but we have to deal with Cassius now, then we find her!"
They stepped out of the trees and into view of the playground in the center of the park, where Cassius was climbing to his feet.
The space marine leaped to the ground, transforming into his dragoon form, the power sword he carried changing as Xander followed suit.
"Shall we dance?"
Legend Of The Dragoon
Chapter 4 Traps And Darkness
She felt only burning and saw only darkness. Her mind knew that she was under the water, but the pain of the flames still touched her. The empathic gift she had reached out, but found only more pain in the dying as the structure collapsed above into the water.
A silent scream erupted from her mind, reaching everyone within range as she gasped, drawing in the water. Her mind knew that she was going to die then, but her heart held onto some hope.
She felt the rocks touch her back as she sank deeper, the chill of the water finally touching her flesh to quench the flames. Then she saw it, a flickering of light besides her and she reached out for it, her mind allowing her to and her heart urging her forth, both saying that it was the only way.
Her weakened hands moved as blackness started to take her, closing barely mobile fingers over the glowing stone that had now chosen her to be it's bearer. The light flashed for an instant as the darkness took her vision for the time being.
The light ripped upwards, tearing through the surface and the structure, the power taking her spirit from her broken body, it's strength would make her anew where she was needed, the dark man had hidden the spirit for far to long, now it would return with a bearer to where the gathering of souls would take place.
The doors to the library detonated in a burst of flame, causing all of those within to dive for cover. Wesley and Guiles barely had a chance to stare in shock as they hit the deck behind the counter. Oz tackled Willow behind one of the bookcases and Cordelia followed suit.
The two slayers both went for their weapons as a dozen warriors charged through the smoke the blast caused. Their armor was a blue grey color that was further dimmed by the smoke as they fired their weapons into the lights, causing showers of sparks and a few small fires from the ones carrying plasma pistols.
The slayers charged as the scouts switched to their blades in a flash of motion that showed their capabilities as beyond human.
With a beastial snarl the lead marine lashed out, sending the blond slayer tumbling through the air like a rag doll, the benefits of their gene seed powering them up to a level not seen on this earth.
Faith landed and lashed out with the broadsword she grabbed off the table, but her blade was shattered in a shower of sparks and steel shards when it met the marine scouts power sword. A snap kick dropped that man, but she took a hit from the hilt of a chain sword to the back of her head, sending her to dreamland.
Willow reacted then, she drew on her power, muttering a spell and sending fireballs into the squad as another sound was heard in the hall.
A shot grazed Willow's side as the scout in the rear went down with a badly mangled student desk shattered on top of him. The scream of rending metal drew four of the others attention, spotting a blond woman who looked to be in her mid to late twenties moving at inhuman speeds to drop a second marine. The three still staring opened fire, bolter fire tossing the figure out of the room to collapse against the wall across from the ruined door.
Buffy, who had just staggered back to her feet to see one of the newer teachers get gunned down started to move when she saw the guns pointing at her, "I surrender!"
The Space Wolf scouts rounded up those they had been sent after and slipped out within moments, not worrying about subtlety now, their mission was nearly complete, and only three of their battle brothers on the wounded list, no casualties.
What they did not notice was the woman they had shot up starting to move, or that the one eye on her they had managed to hit directly was now a glowing crimson. The Terminator, reprogrammed in the future by John Connor, sent back to find alternate timelines and recruit help, a T-799 model named Eve, who had expanded her name into Evelyn Chambers when she applied for a job at Sunnydale High School, it was coming back online, comparing probabilities and projecting a course of action, perhaps Skynet was involved in this mess, it would explain the damage caused by small arms fire.
Xander and John slowly moved through the streets, heading for the meeting place where Xander would take on Cassius. Xander carried his blade and a pair of stakes, while John carried a veritable arsenal of weaponry as well as a few less modern weapons just in case some vampires or demons got involved.
They were both quiet, Xander's face missing its usual smirk, their minds were turned inwards. John was thinking about how demons and vampires changed how he viewed the world, and Xander was contemplating how he had ended up in a position where he would have to kill another human being in order to survive the night, kill or be killed.
The vampires that spotted them retreated, recognizing Xander as one of the ones causing chaos in the night life on his own, leaving more death and destruction in his wake than the entire group with the slayers. The other looked even more loco than Xander.
Cassius smiled to himself from his perch atop the climbing structures for children in the park, he saw the parked truck the scouts had borrowed from the circus that was in town, the truck with the cage in the back holding his trump card for the fight to come. The dragon spirit had wanted him to flee rather than fight the boy, the dragon the child carried was far too powerful for a fair fight by him, and he had only carried the spirit for a day now, only transformed once.
It would perhaps be enough to throw his foe off balance long enough for him to win the fight, the scouts were scattered around, only eight of them were there, the other one that was intact was still tending to their wounded from the operation.
Then he sensed a dragoon spirit, not the Divine one that was in the boy, nor was it localized, but it was a pulsing flash that was tearing through the air surrounding him as he transformed. Normally, he could only sense another when they transformed, or so he had been told, but this was different, he felt agony and pain, a burning and suffocation, he gasped for air as he dropped to his knees with a sense of foreboding that was strange.
"Xander?" John asked as his cousin dropped to his knees with a gasp, "What's wrong?"
"A new dragoon, she...she's in pain, unbelievable pain!"
He managed to get to his feet, "She's not here, not yet, but we have to deal with Cassius now, then we find her!"
They stepped out of the trees and into view of the playground in the center of the park, where Cassius was climbing to his feet.
The space marine leaped to the ground, transforming into his dragoon form, the power sword he carried changing as Xander followed suit.
"Shall we dance?"