Chapter Six: When All Innocence Dies…
Thorn looked down in surprise at her prey. The beautiful glow in the unicorn's body was fading quickly, yet its horn seemed to capture all the energy, as it was now a bright fluorescent white. She heard screams and death around her, shrieks and pain, some from magical creatures, and some from her fellow Huntsmen. A small smile spread across Thorn's face as a feeling she had never experienced before took a hold of her. Power. The power she felt exhilarated her, raising her pulse and quickening her heart rate. Her moment of triumph was short-lived, however, for she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her side as she was kicked into a tree. She crumpled for a moment, clutching her side. Standing up shakily, and removing her hand, she saw that it was covered in dark blood.
"Doesn't feel so good, does it?" A voice said coolly from behind. The American Dragon…Thorn thought with a growl before she had even turned. Her opponent had obviously been training also, since it was larger and quicker than she remembered.
"So, we meet again, Dragon," Thorn snarled, dashing for her Huntstaff. Jake new what she was going to do a split-second before she did it. He dashed for it also, and in the long-run each of them held one end of the weapon. Thorn glared darkly at the dragon, who smirked.
"Hey girl, when ya gonna give it up?" He asked with a smile. Thorn scowled at the dragon's ignorance.
"Do you really think you can win this?" Thorn asked, her eyes locked onto the red reptile's. Always watch your opponent's eyes…you can always tell their next move by their eyes. Jake stared back at her just as intently, realizing that Thorn wasn't foolish enough to allow her gaze to quiver. They stayed bent in that position for what seemed like an eternity, both ignoring the growing pain in their backs. Jake grinned at her.
"You know you can't keep this up forever, baby, so just give it up!" He said cockily. Thorn glared.
"I can't, can I?" Thorn sneered. With a burst of speed, she plucked this stick out of the dragon's grasp. She held it before her threateningly.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Thorn taunted, still feeling the mighty empowerment in her veins.
"How about the hard way?" Jake muttered, eyeing the glowing stick that still had gleaming red blood stains on it. Thorn jumped in for her attack, but the dragon dodged her. She kicked; he blocked. She punched; he ducked. He was literally untouchable, and this just fed Huntsgirl's anger. She would not let this dragon rob her of her destiny; tug her fate from beneath her heels. A maddened edge came to her eyes as her frustration increased, she desperately tried to attack the dragon, but he was too quick. Finally, she was able to get a hard kick on his stomach. He doubled over, and instead of waiting for him to make his move, she delivered a punch to the same spot, flicked back on her hands, and kicked him over. He fell flat on his back, and Thorn leaped towards him, Huntsstaff in hand. When Jake opened his eyes, it was to stare into cruel, merciless blue eyes. Eyes that were so cold and distant…yet so familiar…
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