Dark Jak grappled viciously with the creature, his hands bleeding blood and Eco from Erol's saw like fangs. Neither noticed the two bloody bodies rising from the forest floor on their own accord. Neither noticed when Nhana's skin fell away from her flaming body in great bloody sheets. Erol noticed though when a flaming arrow of Dark Eco flew through his exposed flank. Ripping his hellish head from Jak's grasp, he looked towards his fierce sister. She was the saber-toothed red wolf of before, but more so. She stood with a great long bow made of bone and Dark Eco, as was her body, skinless, muscle and bone bright and wet with blood as her shoulder blades burned an unquenchable fire. Her eyes, dark and shinning like a pair of black peals. From her sides, sprouted hundreds of Dark Eco arrows like quills. Drawing back, she let another dark arrow fly. It buried itself in Erol's forehead, rearing back like a frightened horse, Erol screamed defiantly pulling the arrow from his skin. Not thinking, Jak tackled Erol embedding his claws in Erol's underbelly. Pulling another arrow from her side, she winced at the pain when the 'quill' was removed. It hit its target true. Jak whirled and fell when the arrow shattered the shin of his left leg.
"He's mine!" she roared. Jak nodded gritting his teeth. Nhana turned to the death like form of what Erol once was standing behind her. He was a shell of what he once was, a mindless zombie under the control of the Red Beast. She strode over to the dead man and held a drawn arrow to his temple.
"Glersha vuana naya der miyan! Time to die my brother!" she hissed between her teeth in the language they had created for the codes they used to communicate with one another when he was in the Guard. Erol's fiery brown eyes blazed at her with extreme hatred. Then, she could have sworn she had seen, just for a second, a tiny passing remnant of what he once was wash over those eyes. She looked back at the bloody wreck and dropped her bow to the ground. As if quenched by her tears, her flaming body smothered itself while her skin slowly began to regenerate. She fell to the ground sobbing bitterly, hating herself for her weakness. She couldn't do it, she couldn't kill her brother.
Erol took this chance, grabbing her in his huge claws, he began to squeeze the life from her. She writhed at the pain while he bombarded her mind with images, the regeneration experiments they performed on her in the fortress. Her severed limbs chained to the walls, while new limbs began to painfully regrow to replace the still moving cut ones. Then, their parents, torn to shreds by the attack on Dead Town, they couldn't get away. The day Erol shot her.
"You see my sister," he scoffed in her head. "I was always stronger than you. You were meant to die!" Dazed, her head sank to her still skinless chest rapidly losing consciousness.
Laughter. I hear laughter. Her thoughts came disheveled to the rapidly thinning line of her consciousness.
"The arrow, the arrow my sister." her brother's true self pleaded in her mind. "END IT!"
She aroused herself with his cry, pulling the arrow that she unconsciously still held in her hand, she buried it deep into the demon's temple. Demon Erol howled dropping Nhana.
"He's mine!" she roared. Jak nodded gritting his teeth. Nhana turned to the death like form of what Erol once was standing behind her. He was a shell of what he once was, a mindless zombie under the control of the Red Beast. She strode over to the dead man and held a drawn arrow to his temple.
"Glersha vuana naya der miyan! Time to die my brother!" she hissed between her teeth in the language they had created for the codes they used to communicate with one another when he was in the Guard. Erol's fiery brown eyes blazed at her with extreme hatred. Then, she could have sworn she had seen, just for a second, a tiny passing remnant of what he once was wash over those eyes. She looked back at the bloody wreck and dropped her bow to the ground. As if quenched by her tears, her flaming body smothered itself while her skin slowly began to regenerate. She fell to the ground sobbing bitterly, hating herself for her weakness. She couldn't do it, she couldn't kill her brother.
Erol took this chance, grabbing her in his huge claws, he began to squeeze the life from her. She writhed at the pain while he bombarded her mind with images, the regeneration experiments they performed on her in the fortress. Her severed limbs chained to the walls, while new limbs began to painfully regrow to replace the still moving cut ones. Then, their parents, torn to shreds by the attack on Dead Town, they couldn't get away. The day Erol shot her.
"You see my sister," he scoffed in her head. "I was always stronger than you. You were meant to die!" Dazed, her head sank to her still skinless chest rapidly losing consciousness.
Laughter. I hear laughter. Her thoughts came disheveled to the rapidly thinning line of her consciousness.
"The arrow, the arrow my sister." her brother's true self pleaded in her mind. "END IT!"
She aroused herself with his cry, pulling the arrow that she unconsciously still held in her hand, she buried it deep into the demon's temple. Demon Erol howled dropping Nhana.