Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Jekyll climbed into the saddle of his bay horse. He patted his inside pocket rechecking for the dozenth time that he had plenty of serum. He was also armed with a sword that was safely in its scabbard and a pistol on the other side of his hip. The rest of the League were similarly equipped. Before she mounted Mina went over to Dorian and kissed him. No words were said but they each felt the tension lift ever so slightly. When they were all ready they began a silent ride to meet the army. It was as if they were in a funeral march. Tom and Skinner were both uncharacteristically quite feeling the serious of the situation. Quatermain suddenly looked up into the dawn sky. A raven swooped overhead. It turned at the back of the group and flew over the hill in the distance. For some reason Quatermain felt that that was they way to go.

Jocelyn stood behind a screen getting dressed in the clothes that Moriarty had given her. As she pulled off her beach clothes which were still damp she saw something on her wrist. Touching it she had a faint memory of Skinner and Sawyer making her this bracelet from various piece of thread. But all thoughts were driven out of her head to be replaced with one. To kill the League. She pulled on a black shirt and put a silver corset over the top. She laced up knee high boots over her tight black trousers. A young girl with white blond hair hurried forward and began to put her armor on her. As the silver gauntlets went on Jocelyn flexed her fingers and looked at the door where Moriarty had just come through.

'Ready?' he asked dressed in enough armor to knock out an elephant.

'Of course,' she smiled evilly, 'sir.'

He led her down to the courtyard where she was given her weapons. A long sword was placed in her scabbard and she was given possession of two pistols and two small daggers. Once she was armed to the teeth two stable boys led two black horses to them. Moriarty mounted the male which was covered in gold plating and Jocelyn mounted the female which was similarly dressed in silver. They rode out of the courtyard to the front of palace where an army was waiting.

'Command your troops!' Moriarty yelled to Jocelyn.

She looked at the men. There must have been two hundred of them.

'TO WAR!' she screamed.

The soldier replied in the same hate filled tone. She cracked the reins against the horse's neck and sped off in a gallop George Moriarty at her side and her army behind her. As she rode she saw a raven circling over a vast plain.

'There!' she pointed, 'There is where we fight.'

The league had been riding hard sending clouds of yellow dust around them. Dorian kept his gaze ahead not wanting to look back at Mina. He knew he couldn't face her eyes. A tightened his grip on the reigns and urged his horse on. The mustang gathered strength from Dorian's determination and pressed on. The entire company came to a halt when they flooded over the hill. There on the plain below there was the enemy. A line of black clothed soldiers silent as the grave. In front of them was Moriarty, shining gold in the dawn light. Next to him was Jocelyn glowing in silver.

'Joss?' muttered Skinner.

'Oh hell.' Said Sawyer.

'This is worse than hell.' Murmured Dorian.

'Show no mercy.' Commanded Quatermain.

Jocelyn looked at the League as the crested the hill. She felt the bracelet shift slightly under her armor. She drew her sword and turned to Moriarty. He recoiled slightly when he saw how close it was to his face.

Jekyll saw this, 'Is she going to kill him?'

Not likely, replied Hyde.

Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief as Jocelyn turned to her men.

'Give them hell.' She commanded.

Then she turned back to face the League.

'TO WAR!' she screamed.

The army surged forward. Dust flying up so all the League could see was one lone silver warrior; hatred in her eyes.