Wrath of a Goddess
Story by Mikaa
Characters by Camelot and Nintendo
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world presented in this story (the rightful owners are Nintendo and Camelot).
Warning: This story is rated T for Teen, primarily for violence and descriptive gore, with mild language thrown in. You have been warned.
Chapter 16 - He Was Just Kidding
Mortal fools, did they know "she" was more than able to kill them without effort? Had it not been for the damned field that the Guardian was somehow projecting, "she" would have already eliminated them for the sake of time. Alas, such was not to be.
Pity for them, too: had "she" her full powers available, "she" would have granted them a far more painless death.
Bringing "her" blade to defensinve, "she" aptly swung the recently-made sword at the light-haired mortal, the one that had somehow eluded "her" earlier efforts to smite him. He would be saved for last, so that "she" could extract as much pain to him as he had troubled the efforts of quashing his kind.
As "she" attacked and parried his attacks, the other one, darker hair and shielded with some form of mental wards, attacked as well, forcing "her" to increase "her" speed and focus on the attacks. It was a small thing to do, as not only was "she" fighting this fight, but also commanding the pathetic slaughter not far off.
Their fighting went on for what seemed like endless passages of time, no one gaining ground over the other. In reality, "she" knew, it was a matter of seconds. Yet, "she" still noted the slow passage of time. Was this the result of relying on a mortal vessel, or was "she" becoming like them? Impossible.
An opening presented itself to "her," and she send Dark Hair flying with a kick of her foot, while using the momentary shock of Light Hair to send him to the ground. Ah, so fast they fall, and so soon his death would come. "She" had hoped it would last longer so "she" could hurt him more. Alas, that was not to be.
Preparing the blow, "she" never hesitated to bring the blade down to her target, already seeing it cut through his soft mortal flesh, drawing blood, and possibly a scream. But while "she" could visualize it, "she" did not sense the object that hurled itself at "her," sending her staggering back. Rushing at "her," the figure launched an attack with his own blade, several times nearly drawing "her" blood. Focusing now on this new threat, "her" eyes widened as "she" realized what it was attacking her:
"YOU?"
Blue Hair was attacking her. But how? "She" had killed the damned mortal, stabbed him with a mortal wound! How in the planes did he survive that? Worse yet, while it was true that no mortal could slay an immortal, if this bastard had managed to survive such a wound, what did that make him? A serious threat, one that "she" had not counted on. Quickly sensing to see if the Guardian influenced this one, a sigh passed through the vessel's lips: not with this one. Or, for that matter, anywhere near here. Odd.
It was then that "she" sensed an opening in a mind nearby, a mind that "she" could control. Taking the opportunity, "she" immediately latched on to the mind, hoping it could get here as soon as "she" needed it too...
End of Chapter