Soul Storm
This fan fiction is the perfect merge of Highlander: the series (a Davis/Panzer Production.)and Forever Knight (Parriott/Sloan Prduction in Canada.) Katrina Macleaod and her co-workers are my creations only.
Warning: Sward fight with injury and intent to kill. Language. QUICKENING.
Nicholas drove through the Toronto streets without certain direction. Katrina said nothing to clue him on where she might be. Only by the note she left him, Katrina would face her old adversary. Now his frustration gave way to anxiety. He remembered Katrina telling him about the decapitation battle in this 'invisible war' of hers. Tonight she was meeting another of her kind knowing that only one will survive.
Various sounds of the city echoed into focus. He searched out with his nocturnal scenes, for any thing that might resemble her screams or even the emotional bond they shared. Anything to pull him to where she was.
By half inclination, the detective drove to the lakeside warehouse district. It was there that the clashing clangs of metal revived his search.
Nicholas leapt out of the driver's seat into flight above the warehouses.
The air was rank with briny lake foam mixing with axel grease. When the air shifted, he could smell blood and sweat: evident through his vampire awareness.
He found the two sword fighters. They dashed and dived at each other in and out of the lamp light of the empty pier. The dark haired man with a lean build was Juri Damir. That was the man who stomped out of St. Andrew's and fixed a menacing glare on him before he faded into the crowd.
Though Damir was leading the fight with his anger, she was quicker. Katrina kept out of reach while adding powerful strikes to tire him.
Nicholas watched with baffled fascination. Narrow saber duels died out more than a hundred years ago, this was a broad sword fight, harkening back to /his/ bygone days. They fought through a combination of styles that fused the old European foot soldier with Spanish fencing, and even Asian martial strategies that answered every attack and defense.
Damir made a faint strike. Katrina was grazed across the spine, but spun around behind him, stepping between his feet and kneeled into his right calf. Damir was pinned to the ground where he fell to his hands facing down.
"Walk away- be done!" She barked.
Damir growled. "I will finish this! Not you!"
The fight spilled into the tool factory. Nicholas followed them unnoticed from above. He then dashed under a foremen's desk, gun in hand. A flush of urgency rose within him. 'Why, in God's name am I / watching/ this.' He scorned himself.
Then it occurred to him in small voice from the recesses of his mind, (He that passing by vexith himself with strife belonging not to him is like one that grabs a mad dog by the ears as it goes by. Proverbs 26:17) 'Damn her rules'.
Katrina was fighting more aggressively. Her katana grazed Damir's lower spine and down his left buttock. Tit for tat. Katrina turned on her right foot into a ready stance, but Damir's blade found her midriff. Her blood spilled. She vomited without bile.
"There can be only o-"
Katrina struck at the right moment while Damir's sword was raised.
She yanked her katana from his stomach.
Damir stumbled back against an aluminum wall.
The pain climaxed in her face. She gagged as her midriff sealed.
Damir stood against the wall, clenching himself.
They watched. They breathed.
Katrina nodded at Damir. "Ready?"
Damir responded with a lunge and managed to deflect Katrina of her sword. He screamed, "Go to Hell!"
"Good bye, Juri," she cried.
Juri Damir struck again for Katrina's neck, but she had already dodged behind them with unnatural speed. She grabbed him by the hilt of his broad sword and turned him around. She followed Damir's momentum till he was disarmed. As she completed the turn she laid the fatal stroke to Damir's neck with his own sword.
Juri Damir headless body fell to the cement floor.
Nicholas exhaled. He could have collapsed with relief, but leapt out from under the desk and shouted, "We can't stay! The-" A ghostly form left the headless Russian and entered Katrina!
She jerked her head at Nicholas. Through chattering teeth, she groaned, "Get outside!"
Lights came on.
Pistons exhaled, somewhere in the factory. Near by, conveyors started up with a power boost. Hydraulic shafts screeched into motion. Press machinery pounded into operation.
Static electricity came together and snapped around Katrina. She gestured to ward off Nicholas, but the collection of molecules shook her arms and spine.
She grasped Damir's broad sword in both fists. Rolling electricity buckled her into a sword salute, her posture was not her own.
The factory flung into overdrive. Stray fingers of electricity channeled out of power conjunctions, blowing out fuse boxes. Their energy surged into Katrina. The sword conducted the surrounding charges back and forth.
Blue fire ripped through her body. His kindred anguished through her electrocution. Yellow eyed, her fangs lengthened in pain. Her screams edged with inhuman roars and plaintive cries.
At the peak of the storm, near windows exploded…
Friction in the conveyers spilled out sparks of fire…
The factory wired to its end. Katrina also waned with the machines energy…
It was nighttime again.
She fell to her knees and wearily gazed up at Nicholas.
She exhaled, then nodded an 'all clear.'