Disclaimer : I own Zieth and my opinion. Everything else belongs to their respective creators, owners, gods, designers, programmers, so on and so forth, whoever they may be. There's far too many to list.
I still make absolutely no apology for what I'm doing. For soothing notes, see the start of chapter 1.
This is still not a story for children. It has this rating because I plan to use a little gore. Children, leave now. If you are still reading this, know I will not be responsible for any behaviour occuring later on in your life, be it two minutes from now or twenty years.
Feel free to review, but don't bother making any fuss about Rowling corrections and accuracy. I quite honestly couldn't care less, as should become blatantly obvious.
The Assassins' morality seems to have been replaced by a sort of Terminator-style reasoning and 'get-the-mission-done' attitude... oh well. That's how it is then.
For any of the Assassin spells/skills, please check out Diablo 2. They will be mentioned here as from the point of view of an Assassin – simply as a skill that they all understand and can use. Apologies if they are not used completely correctly. Particularly Cloak of Shadows and a slightly modified use of Shadow Warrior/Master (why shouldnt you be able to have one of each at one time?)
Evil is Just a Point of View
4 – Unstoppable
Zieth was not a part of the carnage in the Great Hall. She didn't need to be. Great demon-slayers and witch-hunters were there. She was on of the many who came across the moving staircases and talking portraits.
One of those places.
Ghosts, already knowing the killing that was taking place, came pouring out of the walls. Against them stood the Viz-Jaq'taar with claws that aided them against undead, and tore them to wispy ribbons.
Dormitories opened and it seemed as if all the Hells had broken loose. For the students, at any rate. Very few of the Witch-Hunters had not walked in Hell and this was nothing at all like the demon-spawn of the great pits. Far less gruesome for a start.
If the wizards thought that their magic could aid them in any way, they were wrong. The Asssassins' armour and shields stopped most of their assaults. Their elemental power tore through arcane defence. Though Shadows Warriors and Masters were destroyed, they were respawned in a heartbeat, so the attack never ceased. And another of the Viz-Jaq'taar's great skills – the Cobra Strike. Each swipe of the claws drained the victim of both life-force and magic, and passed it on to the Assassin. While they were strengthened, the young wizards weakened and fell before them.
Blood pooled on the floors. As much as claws were used to concentrate the power of the elements, they were as sharp as the real thing, stronger than any metal and they tore through the students like a knife through a bag of water. Limbs were severed, maimed, and the Assassins had no remorse, they showed no mercy. To allow the corruption to live on was unthinkable. Pleas for life went unheard, and the Assassins cut them down murderously, and they knew it.
Fires went unchecked, results of wizard spells and elemental skills. Acid burned through many a portrait, shattered ice littered the ground. In only a few minutes a school had become a battle ground, and just as quickly, that battle ground had become a graveyard.
Zieth arced her claws down on a older girl, watched as they tore deep through her shoulder, watched as two twirls of light gathered around her own body. She didn't wait to make a third strike – if she had her concentrated finishing move would have twice the amount of power, but she could see she didn't need it to fell the girl.
Dragon Claw, her favourite finisher, brought both claws down on the young witch, unleashing the concentrated power of the spinning orbs, and felt herself replenished even as the girl fell to the ground, her blood spreading, mingling with that of many others. She had stolen her life force, replacing what she had lost to some god-forsaken spell.
She paused to watch some of the students attempt an aerial attack from, of all things, flying brooms. It was not to help them, it appeared, as several Assassins used Dragon Flight to jump them straight to the brooms, kicking them down, a powerful enough move to kill many of them on impact. Blood rained from those battles, and bodies hit the ground with crunching thuds, falling to mangled heaps. Even that did not kill some, but awaiting Viz-Jaq'taar finished the job, slicing blooded claws across throats, sinking them deep into unprotected hearts.
In her still moment, Zieth saw several of the children closing what appeared to be a door on one side, a portrait on the other. Her Shadow Master and Warrior at her back, Zieth danced lightly over the carnage around her, skipping over moving balustrades. Other Assassins had seen it also, and just as determined not to let any get away, they flocked to the door.
But it had closed, the portrait screeching obscenities at them. Zieth glared at her, never one for talking portraits, and raked her claws through the picture, and the woman fell silent and fled.
Again, Dragon Flight, invaluable, rendered the door's purpose useless, bringing her straight to the students inside, joined almost unanimously by her fellow Viz-Jaq'taar. Red and gold were the dominant colours of this room, but soon the gold went unseen by the red stains. Blood flew with the force of the blows the Witch-Hunters landed.
Zieth and her two Shadows followed fleeing students up stairs. While Zieth herself followed three in particular, allowing her Shadows to wreak destruction of their own. They could expire, she didn't care. More could and would be summoned.
The girl amongst the three turned lifted her wand, landing some spell on her. It shattered on her blade shield, sending two of them into oblivion, but the Viz-Jaq'taar went unscathed, her stride never stopping.
"You evil creature!" the girl screamed at her.
"As are you," Zieth snarled back, locking her claw onto the wand, flicking it away too easily. Her other hand was already moving, her lighting enchanted claw slipping up and through the girl's throat easily, her eyes widening. Blood spilled easily, quickly and the girl gurgled through the metal through her throat.
The two boys who had been with her screamed in outright defiance, but it went unheard, mingling with all the sounds of dying.
"Evil is just a point of view." Her first claw came down through the girl's shoulder, pushing her roughly to the ground, the wounds fatal if for some reason she wasn't already dead.
One of the remaining students also lifted his wand, summoning a deer-like creature. It appeared only to be made of light, however, passing straight through Zieth as she continued to stalk forward.
Two pale orbs already in play from the girl, Zieth gained her third from sinking a claw into the stomach of the wand-wielding student, a boy with glasses. Her fourth hit was her ever powerful Dragon Claw, which unleashed the ice-elemental of the Phoenix Strike. Cold wounds hurt, she knew that, and what was more, the Chaos Ice Bolt that had emerged also went far to do harm to the second, red-headed, boy. She didn't even need the elemental concentration of her martial skills to finish them. One claw dripping poison, the other sparking lighting, she raked them through the boys, targeting softer skin, achieving larger pools of blood.
That done, she spun on her heel and returned to the larger fight.
Hmm... much more nasty than I intended. So much fun though, all this hacking and bleeding. Mwa haha. Has a kind of feel that reminds me of the attack on the Jedi Temple from the recent ROTS (sorry if I just spoiled that for you, forget you read that last sentence.) Ultimate murder and carnage... all in a day's work.