Jellicle's Creed
Frozen Memories
Seqeunce 8
Memory 2: Frozen Darkheart
13 Febuary 2052
Arendelle
Talz District
Brothel
Midafternoon
"Hello Darkness my old friend... I've come to talk with you again..."
- Sounds of Silence
Tiri stepped out of the office as she saw a young woman in strange almost elflike armor leaving the brothel grounds. Seemingly intent on a mission of a sort; Stepping up next to Diana the Icewraith had her arms crossed as she watched Serena disappear into the crowd. "Who was that ?" She asked simply to Diana. "Did you make a new friend ?" When no answer was forthcoming Tiri went for the throat "Nice swords, They look familar... How did she look ?" She meant Yaeko. After all Marion wasnt in the brothel until the wee hours of the morning. the last time Tiri, or Xeir Zith as she once was, had seen Yaeko was ages ago. She was present when the woman breathed her last, felt her spirit go to freedom, saw her children grow up.
"Hasn't aged a day." Marion answered stopping and looking over her shoulder to the Icewraith. "He was there... tried to stop me. I was not expecting hiim to put up such a ferocious fight... I nearly lost my nerve." she said turning to face Tiri slowly, a small smile on her face despite the subject of the conversation.
Tiri smiled "Mother always knew to bestow her gifts on." Yaeko hadnt aged or decomposed since her death, and time entering the tomb hadnt even aged her body either. "You got her swords. But... Mark being there wasnt the tomb locked ? How did he get in ?"
"He followed me in, I think his innate sense to protect anything Wolfe is stronger than any of us could have anticipated." she anwered. "Don't worry though, no harm was done to him." she added, shifting her weight to her left hip.
"And yet you still got Yaeko's swords. Colored Duradaeden isnt easy to come buy, much less forge on ones own." Tiri mused thoughtfully. "Mark is slowly wakening within himself, Kalda is stirring, I felt it. Remember when I mentioned the words your brother spoke. He spoke my name... My old name." Tiri's form briefly changed as she stood next to Marion, one moment it was Tiri standing then briefly it was Xeir Zith standing there before going back to Tiri. "Before Kethend broke me."
"Your brother may have a strong Vision ability, thanks to... who he was..." Tiri went throughtful then. Curious, "You nearly lost... your nerve, not really possible, I mean even Kanwar couldnt make you lose your nerve even though we did some crazy stuff to her and Mother so long ago." yeah, kids when bored where destructive. Kanwar wasnt happy, but Light was amused and there wasnt any punishment other then extra chores. "How did you nearly lose it ? Was it something he said ?"
She was silent for the most part until the final question, a smirk here or there at the antics, she -Diamond- and Tiri played on Kanwar as hatchlings. "He's still Mortal, and with all that power. He's not human. Not entirely anyway." she said. Thinking back on it she bit her bottom lip. "Then again... neither was his mother." she added. "No simple human has that much Magic cabability and ability to be close to so much Duradaeden for so long without risking some sort of side-effect."
"I remember when your mother, Charity, was born. Never seen the Eagles in such joy before." Tiri mused, then again the quietness among the Tigris was expected, they saw life in the Mortal Realm as a simple set up, there was always something in the afterlife. Turning to Marion Tiri said "You never answered my question, what did Mark do, for you to nearly lose your nerve ? Was it something he said ?" She snickered at the thought of a side effect. "Being near that much iDuradaeden/i for so long... his immortal sides of him are strongest. But something teolls me it is also someone else aiding him... and its not... well, its not Kalda, if i was I'd know it." After all, for eight days they were married, her and Kalda.
"If it's not Kalda, then I don't know what it is. His immortal sides are fueling him with Magic, and he is becoming stronger all the time... I guess it was his resolve that unnerved me if anything. He didn't quit despite not being able to touch me. Most opponents leave after the first few swings. He just kept going like a machine..." she said calmly.
"Tell me something, Diamond... When I died... what did I miss ?" Tiri asked out of the blue. "You of all people have changed only so far and yet it is iyou/i that Mark faced in Yaeko's own tomb, what did Mark do to make you nearly lose your nerve ? And we both know, that even Kanwar had trouble teaching you with your dual sword skill against her one. If someone is helping Mark, and we both know its not Kalda, if it was I'd know, I'd feel Kalda at work... " Tiri forced herself to calm down then, She raised a thoughtful hand, a finger pointing up. "Did Mark mention anything about an egg or a child ? Maybe a name ?"
Diamond shook her head. "No, no mention of any name or egg. You missed quite a bit, the downfall of the Wolfe Clan being the most important thing to happen, really. As for Mark... again, no mention of any name or egg. But..." it clicked in her head then. "He was using Kalda's abilities without the presence of Kalda to do it for him." she said, moving to a chair to sit.
"He used Kalda's Gravity manipulation by himself..." She repeated, a little quieter this time.
Tiri stepped away and looked out onto the courtyard of the Brothel as Diamond took a seat on the porch. "Downfall of the Wolfe Clan..." Tiri mused... her mind wandered briefly, snow and ice rainfall, fire in the distance. Her heart hammered. "The night of the South Fires... twenty years ago I was on the slopes of the North Mountain, there was a fire in the south... Arendelle, here... Wolfe Manor... on fire... Marks sword... Kaldas swords... Kalda used two swords, why does Mark have one of them ? Yaeko used two swords, you have them, but..." She turned slightly calmer. "Yaeko, it all points to her that's how Kalda got his swords in the first place. Yaeko made them both. For him, Wolfe Clan has orders filled, orders made filed somewhere right ?"
She pointed to Diamond, still thoughtful and stepped up to her friend and at one point her younger sister. "You went to Yaekos tomb, retrieved her swords, but Mark arrived as well, Why ? Why was Mark even there in her tomb ? And dont say because the door was open, Even with it open Mark wouldnt have any reason to go into that tomb anyway. Yaeko Wolfe, his ancestor, your ancestor made swords for a living, she lived for twelve hundered and three years, so why there ? Why her tomb..." Once again her mind wandered. She remembered getting her own swords made with Yaekos instruction, Diamond too. but then she remembered the battle, and the destruction of her swords when in the final stages of the thousand year battle.
"Kalda is teaching him, but but someone else is guiding him. And its not Mother" Tiri turned towards the brothel door. Looking towards Diamond she smirked slightly, "You think we could visit Mother ? Or can you not make portals like Kanwar could ?" Kanwar could go back and fourth betwee nthe two realms. But since Diamond was reborn... "Mother would have the answers... I hope."
"He followed in search of Knowledge." It was Marion's voice that answered. "Mark's insatiable hunger for knowledge about the Wolfe Clan and where all of its secrets are led him to the tomb, to us." She said before Diamond took over again.
"As for where Kalda's second sword is, it's in my own tomb, safe and sound." she answered. "As for Mother... no, we cannot visit her. Arendelle needs us far too much; she may visit whenever she pleases however..." She added with a smile. "Plus, as she is, Marion Wolfe and her body wouldn't survive a portal transfer even if I could make one to home." She went on.
Tiri nodded, "True, A human, mortal body, even though reborn Dragon might get injured, or worse this young, Passage to the Mythic realm... I might shatter enroute..." That earned a giggle from her sister. "At least Mother can visit, so that is good enough for me. Hopefully she'll have the answers. Maybe" She said, she took a deep breath and let it out, she nodded again at mention of where Kaldas second sword was hidden, "Traps and pitfalls shouldnt be too much of a problem for your brother; besides, you're right, I asked you to hide it, now that I recall clearly, You brought the sword to me, I asked you to hide it, and you did. Good, now dont tell me where your own tomb is, it'd be kinda wierd for us to go in there ourselves." Deja Vu to the extreme that was for sure
Tiri then leaned against a post that held up the second floor balcony over the front porch of the brothel that over looked the courtyard. She pointed to the place wehre Serena disappeared into the crowded streets. "Who was that ?" It was gonna be a long day
Approximately 2,187,728 years ago
Lights Court
Mythic Realm
21 December
Dawn
The entire Palace of crystal was in joy, Light was in labor unlike how normal dragons hatched their eggs, Light had chosen to carry her child to term like a human would in the mortal realm. And now she was in labor with Kanwar by her side to keep her in good spirits, and to help in case she was needed. The entireity of Lights Court was in both joy and something of upheaval. If Light was having a child, what would that make certain nobles in her court ? Unwanted ? Potential targets ?
Did they even have to worry ?
Nope
The whole point of this child was to save the realms at some point, Light never took the life of another dragon or mortal. It was against everything she stood for. Yet het children, asnd her childrens children, they took lives, for pelasure, for war, or to stave off boredom. This child Light made it clear, that this child was to be destined to save the Mythic Realm, all its Empires, and also the other two realms, the Mortal and Eatheral or Spirit Realm were all at risk of certain dragons terrorising the realms.
Which was why Asaca was her Champion, waging war in her name against certain targets of interest. But this child was important; destined to defend the Courts of Light, as well as something else that Light could not place just yet. When born, Xeir Zith had no interest in politics, just combat training, her mothers constant attention, and then when Diamond joined her life seven hundred years later, things got more fun.
But this moment was important because it was the birth of a important Child.
Standing guard outside the room was a very bored, agitated Kalda, glaring at anyone who came by with his arms crossed over his chest while he leaned back against the door frame. "Who the hell would Attack the All-Mother, giving birth or not?" he grumbled to himself, not caring if anyone answered him, or heard him. He'd been ordered by Kanwar to stand guard, and wasn't exactly keen on waiting around. A lesson she had been trying to teach him for at least two hundred years.
Of course, he was only thirty three thousand years old at the time, still a teenager by Dragon Standards, Thirteen and two fifths, if one wanted to be accurate. He looked it, too, his slender, boyish face held an expression of unrivaled boredom as he heard the cries of the Light while the childbirth took place in the room behind him.
"May we enter?" said one of many nobles gathered in a group in front of him. Kalda looked them up and down; members of all realms capable of surviving the trip were there. Tigris women, Eagle men and women, a few Dragons, and even a gifted Human or two. Jarius was there, as well, but he was more interested in the tea off to the side than the actual child birth.
"Nope. Can't let'cha in. Momma's Orders." He took to calling Kanwar "Momma" since he didn't particularly like the idea of calling her by either her name, or by any other honorific that would imply power over him. Poor boy had a thing when it came to authority.
"And why not?" One Eagle man looked offended.
"Cuz you ain't the All-Mother's Champion That's why." Kalda spat off to the side, a potted plant convieniently in the path of his saliva. "Now get outta here." Kalda wouldn't become Light's champion for a long time, when he completed his training and turned roughly two million years old. He had a long way to go.
"Young man, I'll have you kno-"
"Shove it. You wanna see something you wait like everyone else." Kalda growled. Despite his young age and inexperience, he had enough raw power to destroy half the Silver Palace if he lost control, though that rarely happened. His Silver Rimmed eyes glared at the noblemen and women before they all collectively sighed or huffed in disdain and walked off.
Well everyone but a certain Brass and a woman dressed in purple and pink. The two were talking together, the woman seemed to be throwing looks towards the teenage Kalda. Clearly amused at his answers, and current gruiff exteroir towards the many nobles. She smirked when a pair of Eagles walked by, though their wild colors makred them ore like Parrots or the like, but they were indeed of the Eagle Tribe. "Such impudence" Said one of them, of which Asaca herself belched softly before correcting
"No, tuna, its not agreeing with me either, Next time I'll take a lamb or goat chop" She bid goodbye to Jarius who simply smiled and watched as the woman stepped towards the door. But rather then enter she halted at it and turned towards Kalda, "Nobles giving you trouble ?"
Kalda looked up to the woman and nodded. "Yea they think they own the place." He said, not recognizing her nor her voice. "Don't tell me you want in too, lady, cuz I won't let'cha." he said, straightening his back a little. He had broad shoulders for a young Dragon, he'd make a fine warrior one day. Truth be told, he was told a password would be given if anyone wanted in, whether or not he remembered the code word however, was still to be seen.
Either way, he wasn't going to let just about anyone in to see the birthing, and would even pull up a chair if he needed to in order to prove his point in not moving. But of course, the door was unlocked; why lock it when one has a snarky brat as a door-guard?
Asaca smiled, "Oh not yet, Kanwar is with her, she should be safe and not need our help" She said, she looked a bit thoughtful then formed out of the crystal wall a chair for Kalda to sit on. "Rest your legs, Kaldakava, Kanwar cant have a tired student when this is over now can she ?" A light dragon could form stuff out of other stuff, within limits, Asaca mostly used her magic to make chairs, move stuff around, but never anything more than that.
"Besides, what good would I be within when the All-Mother gives birth ? Has anyone sent notice to you of progress ?" Her pale purple eyes glittered in the light from the nearby lightcrystals, "Perhaps how she fares ?" She looked towards the retreating backs of the nobles, a young Tigris male still remained and was talking with Jarius. The snowleopard markings on the Tigris face made Asaca wonder how many different bereds there were in the Tigris Empire to the southcenteral area of the map.
"Did Kanwar tell you to let me in when you saw me or did she forget... again, to tell you what I look like ?" After all almost all the Dragons in the Courts of Light had been informed of who her current Champion was. Everyone knew it was a purple scaled Light Dragon. One of Lights own breed. Yet, not many took the black haired pale skinned purple eyed beauty as just that, Lights Champion in human form. At a hundred and fifty three thousand years of age, Asaca was still quite young compared to even the strongest of Lights soldiers
Kalda raised an eyebrow at the chair before plopping down and leaning back in it, balancing on the back legs while the back rest rested against the door frame; he hated having his feet on the ground while he sat; a weird quirk but one he couldn't get over, no matter how much nagging from Kanwar. She'd make him eat at the table without a chair, and he'd just manipulate gravity so he could eat while laying down in mid air-He knew better than to sit on the table itself; the stinging didn't stop for four weeks.
"Nope; all I've heard is crying and moaning and groaning. Far as I know, everyone's dying." A morbid sense of humor, too. Typical of young Silvers, just... not as young as him. "Also hey how do you know my name?" Clearly Kalda didn't keep up with much outside of his training and his current orders, or sleep, or flirting with the girls; he fancied himself a ladies man.
He raised a brow again at the mention of Kanwar not remembering to explain who she was. "Must've done that; cuz I still ain't lettin' you in." He said, crossing his arms again.
"That is for me to know you to try and find out" Asaca said simply on how she knew his name. It was true, Light told her pretty much everyones names, and a brief snapshot of what each looked like so she could speak their name on first meeting. "Though you are younger than I had thought... Not as short though." She smiled then at mention of not being allowed in, she looked back to the door then to him. She was tempted to make the chair disappear, but she didnt. "Good, you follow orders as expected." She took something from her sleeve, it was Lights seal. she tossed it to him "Hold onto this. I'll be back for it." That was pretty much the password right there.
She stepped through the door without a sound, leaving a rather awestruck Kalda and a amused Tigris, and a rather overly amused Brass dragon out in the hall. Jarius spoke first. "So that is Her Champion; not what I expected" Asacas seal was the setting sun, framed by two lines seemingly glowing with inner light of pale purple crystals and a few glowing diamonds. It was set in a piece of white leather
Kalda sputtered as she tossed her seal at him, the thing landing on his face as he then lost balance and fell out of the chair with a crash, watching as she entered, blinking profusely while letting out an assortment of squeaking, dumb-struck sounds as he tried to process what had happened. He eventually shook his head and stood quickly, looking at the seal. Where had he seen this before? He ignored the bellowing Brass Dragon and Tigris fellow and went after her, opening the door and closing it quickly.
"I said she couldn't go in but she just..." he sputtered out a load of nonsense Draconian and English words as well as a few other languages; something he'd never done before. Then again, he'd never been this flustered before in his life, and didn't know what to do or how to react. Thankfully, Light wasn't facing the door, so he saw nothing of the actual birthing process. He looked to Asaca and gritted his teeth while balling his fists, so flustered that he didn't know what to do at all anymore.
But rather than looking towards him, Asaca was on one knee, her eyes averted towards the floor. Yet, the room, even with Kaldas sudden entry, was still rather calm. there was magic flowing freely within the room. He could see it like a misty cloud of blue and white light, seemingly flowing from Asaca directly, it swirled about the room, Light herself was quite calm.
And then it happened as Kanwar stepped into view. She smiled seeing Kalda looking flustered, she held a hand up, a finger as if saying to keep quiet and went to the bed, working swiftly as if she had done it a thousand times, Kanwar aided Light in giving birth to a newborn girl. And within a moment, a new voice was heard, a newborn infant crying for the first time as Kanwar handed the newborn to her mother. She beckoned both Asaca and Kalda to step closer as she went to the door. Jarius waited outside in the hall still, conversing with the Tigris, both of whom were the history keepers for their respective tribes. Kanwar nodded and stepped aside, holding the door open for them both to enter
Xeir Zith was born.
"It's all...squishy..." Kalda said, looking at the baby in Light's arms, his own crossed as he looked at her. He didn't think much of her; and quite frankly, didn't care all that much for children all that much younger than he was.
Asaca smirked, "You were too when you were first hatched" She snickered, which made Light smile, Asaca looked to her mother, curious she asked "What is her name ?" Jarius arrived as did the Tigris, Dathe, in time to hear the name of the newborn girl. the reason for the child Jarius knew, As did Kanwar, certain dragons have grown too strong. And this child was Lights means to queel that strength, or even end it completely.
But the truth of the matter was, nomatter what destiny the tiny newborn had, there was nothing quite like seeing a mother holding her newborn baby.
"Xeir Zith... that's what I'll call her. What we, will call her." Light said as the girl slept in her arms. She smiled down at the baby girl and let her eyes hang half-closed.
"Was not..." Kalda mumbled in response to Asaca. He nodded his head to Light and then turned to leave, putting his hands in his pockets and slouching his back.
Arendelle
Present time
Pond District
Legend tells of how the Pond District first came about, where the there warm springs of water formed by magic of ancient days. It was here that the Templars made a strong stand, there were three supply depots in the massive district. the sheer size of the Templar numbers were enough to scare or worry anyone outright. Yet with people there for a purpose it only made things more fun to get the task completed in time for dinner. Besides, the district was too heavily Templar populated to even consider liberating the district as yet.
But then again, the two people sent to that district werent known for backing down from a challenge.
The contract was an easy one, steal a race deer, it'd have been a racehorse, either way ,the Templars were sure to get a shitload of money on the deal,. but with a Assassin Jockey, the Assassin's could get the money itself, the good news being similar things to happen at some point; but at this moment the plan was to either replace the jockey with an Assassin to win the race for the Assassins, or compeltely eliminate the backers behind the jiockey and unbend the axel, so to speak
So rather then go through the complicated proccess of unbending the axel by going after the backers, they instead chose to replace the jockey directly. But that meant eliminating the Templar Jockey and putting Serena in the guys place for that days race
The only problem was, the Bengal in question never rode anything outside of a hoverbike or riding lawnmower. Standing outside the templar stronghold, Serena thought carefully on her words to her brother. "So... what do you think ?" She said, the ornate building was more gothic like Noterdame Cathederal in Paris France than Norse in design. "Should we knock, or let ourselves in ?" By the words 'let our selves in' she was already making the motion to cast a battering Rune on the front door.
Mark had already drawn his bronze Desert Eagle and his sword, the gun aimed at the lock before he saw his sister's rune begin to form. He smiled and bowed softly. "After you Sis." He said calmly. As the door slammed open, swearing and yelling of all kinds spouted from the door before Mark charged in, shooting the first few Templars dead in the head before they had time to react to his presence. Brains and blood splattered all over the walls and he holstered his weapon, they'd be taking cover now.
"Room Service!" He called out before letting out a laugh as he hopped over a table and slashed one woman across her chest with his claws while slicing a man's back with his sword before he stopped half way through the woman's chest and closed his fist, grabbing hold of her clothing and pulling her to him as he slammed his forehead into her nose, and then pushed her back and spinning, her head hitting the ground roughly at the same time her body did while he flicked the blood off of his claws and grunted as a solid hit landed to his back, the armor deflecting the warhammer's hit easilly, but not blocking all of the initial pressure of the hit, the armor flexing slightly before forming its rigid structure again.
Mark spun with the momentum and drew his gun, unloading two shots into the man's chest, the .50 caliber rounds ripping his insides apart and making him stumble back while Mark charged him and slashed him to pieces as well. And that was only the first half of the first room.
A flick of the wrist was all it really took for the battering rune, or was it a ram rune ? Serena never could keep them straight, slammed the door in and all hell broke loose. Diving first for cover then drop kicking a Templar dead into a powerbox the lights went on a strobelight spree for a few moments before she pulled the man out of the wires. Briefly trading blows with a second man, Serena charged and transformed in a plume of purple and brown mist, and with a sudden roar a Bengal Tiger was in the room trashing the place crazily. Amazingly the tiger kept on two feet and easily moved around the room as if trained for such combat.
The massive complex went underground by two levels as well. The templars were planning on throwing a race to earn some money, but they werent going to get it, heck, the money or the race. What could they when they were dead anyhow ? Serena pounced a Templar who aimed at her brother, the crossbow bolt went wide and nailed the man her brother was fighting with dead through the neck. Serena ripped the throat of the shooter out with her teeth before spitting the flesh out, "YUCK! What do Templars bathe in ? It reeks in here!" She stood up and with her mouth as she was still in her tiger form, she grabbed a stool by the leg and threw it, smashing into two more templars before roaring and running for the guy who was running to tackle her brother, tackling the man clear across the room into a wall, leaving the two hundred pound guy flattened against the stone wall from a four hundred and twenty pound Bengal Tiger.
Mark was half spin into a spin-kick towards the guy who was planning to tackle him when his sister took care of him for him. He pulled his leg back and finished the spin before ducking another bolt from another crossbow. He glared up at the crossbowman and ducked again, slamming his hand on the ground, using Kalda's Gravity manipulation to slam the crossbow to the ground and shatter it. Mark then picked up a table and roundhouse kicked it across the room towards two more Templars who emerged from the door. He'd deal with the underground ones when it was their turn, until then, they'd have to wait. He charged the crossbowman and shoulder slammed him into the wall, the man's ribs all but shattering before Mark silenced his cries with a boot to his head.
"Once you're done playing, I'll be downstairs." Mark told his sister before moving the table out of the way, and opening the door, two bullets bouncing off his armor, making him curse in Hebrew before pulling out his Desert Eagle and emptying the last four rounds into the two men in his sight before dropping the magazine and loading a new one, cocking the gun before once more holstering it and starting down the stairs.
Her ears flatted to her skull at her brothers swearring, but she nodded "Who said I was playing ?" At that she flicked her tail and the remains of the table her brother had pulled from the door slammed into the face of a Templar woman, drilling deep into her skull and breaking her nose all over her face with such force the neck broke when the body hit the floor. She shifted on her feet into a handstand, or was it a pawstand ? And with her hind legs and tail she kicked out the eyes of one man, and then slapped the absolute hell out of the second man to try and take her feet before getting back on all fours and running head long at a pair of linebacker setup men with such force that both men, though easily each weighing half her own feline weight, couldnt stand a change as the floor beneath then broke and sent them falling onto the Templars below, who were oddly in the middle of a card game ?
Loking up from their game the four drunken men looked confused as one of their memmbers died from a shot from Mark and one said "Great, what do we do now ?"
To which Serena called down "Take out the duces and tres' Which resounded in two more shots and the second and third man also died, the first guy {the man to speak} ended up dying by someone falling on him when one of the upstairs Templars ran at the tiger, only to miss a step and fal lthrough the whole in the floor. "... Ouch..." Serena said seeing the pose the man who fell through the hole was in. Somehow reminded of a book she'd read. Murder by crotch shot, not every day it happened... with a deck of cards.
"Lovely night, ain't it?" Mark asked Serena as he slammed another Templar's head through the brick wall with his hand before moving to the bar, slashing a few Templar's across their faces and throats while moved with ease, sword and gun in his hands before he sheathed his sword and took a bottle of whiskey from the bar. "Bastard's been hoarding the good stuff...remind me to come back here after we're done." He said to Serena before turning to narrowly dodge another warhammer, which smashed the bar counter before Mark pulled the trigger, and blasted the man's arms off with one bullet.
"Oops." he said as he then moved as if he wanted to hep the man, his claws plucking at the poor guy's exposed nerves while his boot found its way to the guy's shin, both shattering it and making it bend in the wrong way like rubber. The guy dropped while screaming and Mark shrugged while sighing. "Tried to help you." he said, shooting the man to put him out of his misery. After this floor was cleared he holstered his gun and smiled to his sister.
"What say you we use bare hands only for the next group? And I do mean hands." He said, knowing full well that her human form could have claws too, she knew what he meant, since he would be using his claws.
Serena pouted, Ok fine, no kitty playtime then; she could always do that later. She turned around, as she did so the purple and brown mist danced on her feline body as she launched from all fours onto a Templar on the main floor, trading blows for a brief moment she sent the man flying into a door, which broke off its hinges, the man folded as the door broke apart ontop of him. Serena ducked a strike, smacked twice, and then threw the next guy at the front door, he smashed into the doors remains with such a solid crack that Serena snickered, it wasnt the old fashioned stocks, but it'll do.
She kicked up a broken stool and flicked it with her feet at another guy before blocking a strike from yet another Templar, well this place was full of them. She blocked the inital strike, landed two, then bounced backwards from the fourth strike. Ducking at the last second for the guy behind her to slam the chair into his fellow while she nailed him in the foot, then the nuts, then the stomach before breaking his nose clean off his face. the man fell to the floor in a heap
Serena looked about the front room, OK, that was the foyer, "Playtimes over up here, how's you down... wait never mind I hear a knocking from upstairs," Serena called down the hole before springing lightly for the stairs and all but dancing up them, two seconds later, four Templars crashed down the steps, all four, three women and one man, landed in a heap of limbs and chests and heads. Oh god it reeked up there for sure. Serena did the smart thing and ran for a window, blasting it open with a thrown stool the glass shattered and fresh air went into the upstairs hallway. How many templars were in this place anyhow ? A Templar group stared at her from where she stood in the hall, a litter of a dozen clawed to hell bodies at her feet. Her nails were sharp that was for sure.
Of course she was a Tigris. there was a reason for that. She was relaxed in the hall as a dozen Templars on both sides stood watching her. Waiting. Serena brought up a hand to her mouth and started licking, like a cat would, her left index finger knuckles to clean off the blood. A templar ran at her screaming, only to stop dead in his tracks as something came blasting through the floor from down below. a post. It nailed the templar dead in the face, the man halted, and fell flat on his back, stone dead. his face gone "Nice shot, I think you got him" Serena called out in Hebrew to her brother
"That gives me double points then, right?" Mark retorted in Arabic with a chuckle before entering the hallway and smiling. Blood dripped from his claws and boots, and was even in his beard. The only part of his body Mark didn't use for fighting besides the obvious was his mouth; lacking fangs or the ability to open his jaw that wide, he didn't use his mouth to fight unless fighting included the swearing and taunting.
The Templars all charged at the pair, and Mark assumed an entirely offensive stance, claws outwards before he darted forward, his arms were a blur as he moved around the group of six Templars, attacking so fast that they themselves had no time to attack as they all tried their best to block his strikes. It would be then that one of them dropped to a knee due to slipping on some blood, and Mark then spun, his whole foot colliding with the man's head as he flicked his hip into the spin for more power, and practically bashed the man's head off his shoulders like a baseball. Finishing the spin, Mark dropped down low to slam his open hand into another man's gut, rotating his arm and then grabbing the man's spine before pulling hard, and shattering it.
He retracted his arm and spun to back-fist a woman across the face. She recovered quickly and her knife bent upon meeting Mark's breastplate, the blade making Mark bend back to avoice the edge while his knee came up so his foot could catch the woman between the legs, and use his falling momentum and superior weight to lift her up and slam her on the ground behind him. He rolled onto his shoulder and then stood above her, dropping his knee into her pelvis, shattering that, while his fist found her throat, and pounded that with a good resounding smack.
Mark turned and flicked his arms out, blood flying off his claws as he then moved to the remaining three that were fighting him. Raising his elbows to block the larger man's punches, the man's fists cracked and his wrists snapped from hyper extention. Mark boxed his ears, gouged his eyes, and headbutted him hard before snapping his neck. Mark did take one solid sock to the jaw from one of the now remaining two, and he recovered immediately with a flash of his eyes, and a solid crack of his fist against their face in return, shattering their cheek bones and mandibles and knocking all their teeth out before moving his other hand around to slash out the throat.
Mark's final opponent stood before him and gulped hard, his knees shaking. The poor man had wet himself as Mark approached slowly, one hand moving to his jaw to move it around a little, the joint cracking as it righted itself, and Mark grunted while smiling. Within a flash Mark moved then, digging his claws into the man's chest and belly he lifted the poor man up over his head, and dropped him down on his knee, shattering his back before picking him up again and then throwing him quite literally across the room and hitting one of the Templars that Serena was fighting.
"I didnt know we were keeping score!" Serena retorted before ducking at the last second, the man in question sailed over the low railing to the room below with a crash and laid still. She ducked again as a body came sailing towards her and nailed the guy she was about to get attacked from behind by, seeing the man land in a heap of two dead bodies. she smirked "Strike!" She said in Hebrew before tackling two more men, one of them the Templar Captain of the district, the same guy who got away from Georgina and Diana only six weeks before, this guy, Captain Snaproot was his name, knew better then to stick around and fight, so he took off. He had to report this attack
Serena made to take off after him, when one of the Templars grabbed her cloak, yanking her back, "guck" she chirped, what the ? With a growl she flipped about, her claws digging deep in to the mans chest, when she pulled them out she held the guys heart, taking a wiff of the thing she wrinkled her nose, erg it stank! she stuffed the artery back in the guys chest as he sank to the floor and then slugged another guy dead in the face, all but snapping the mans neck.
That was that... "I'm not riding the muledeer for this race." Well, so much for THAT contract. She hopped the railing to the lower level by her brother, once more the two of them on the main floor Serena saw a workspace room where tools were kept, "I thought I saw some Templars through the window outside, Here" She handed her brother a shovel, taking one for herself she looked to him "Shall we do some gardening dear brother ?"
Mark caught the shovel and nodded, and out of simple playfulness, pretending the shovel was a pump-action shot-gun, cocked it, only to blink as an empy shell came out of it. "What the ever loving..." he looked around for a trigger, pointing it at the wall and making the motion of firing. Nothing. He blinked and looked at it again, pointing it away from his body, he stepped on the end of the blade as if he were going to dig, and then promptly dropped the thing as it fired leaving a table sized hole in the ceiling.
"Nope. Gardening never was my strong-suit." he said, putting his hands up and backing away from the shovel as if it were a cursed artefact.
Serena stared at the new huge hole in the ceiling, mouth agape, she looked at her own shovel carefully, even doing the same motion on her own shovel, sadly no avail before growling softly, "guns... hidden in shovels... Smuggled weapons." her eyes glowed brightly at something. "This is what mother had us looking for back in Egypt remember ? The mission with smuggled goods, we had to find out what was being smuggled, but we never could so we marked it as a failure, this was what was getting smuggled, guns, hidden in shovels!" She picked up Marks dropped shovel, he'd stepped onthe trigger, she pumped it again, then aimed it, using her finger where he stepped, just like a normalish, gun.
"We never checked for disgusied weapons! That's how they got their troops armed. Though I hope nobody worries about the ceiling..." She cast her gaze up at the body sized hole the shotgun blast left in the ceiling from the shovel. Serena turned to her brother then and pointed to him, "Oh and dont forget to come back in here after we clean up outside so we can take stock of whats in the bar downstairs" she said, reminding her brother, like he had asked, to come back when they were finished outside to take stock of the bar contents and maybe have it moved
21 April 1962
Lights Court
Mythic Realm
Kanwar stepped into the massive throne room of the Courts of Light, behind her trailed Kethend, who took it all in clearly confused by the crystaline beauty around her. But when she stopped moving a shot of strange energy wafted from Kanwars pink and gold sword and struck Kethend in the backside, sending the raven haired woman sprawling on the crystal tiled floor in a heap "Dont do that!" Kethend all but shrieked at the much older dragon as she pulled herself to her feet. "I've not been here in ages! Cant help but take in a little detail of what changed, which, isnt much I see" That earned her a second jolt of energy which dropped her to the floor a second time
"Know your place" came the terse not amused reply; there was a lingering sadness in that place that day. but it wasnt going to last long. There was a young boy that needed a friend. And now was the time
"You are one to speak!" Kethend all buit screamed, she spotted Light nearby, holding over her hand a cubelike thing of glass and beautiful light. A Nexus Cube. A cube containing histirical records. Light watched through the cube their fight, and how Kethend had mortally wounded Xeir Zith. And how Diamond came to Xeirs defense, to capture Kethend, the younger Silver dragon easily knocking down the much older Shadowblack Queen and taking her prisoner just in time to see Xeir Zith cast out her immortal soul on the Kingdom of Arendelle.
Just seeing it made Diamond drop to her knees and weep. Yes it was beautiful what her sister had done, casting out ones soul was a beautiful thing, yet. Xeir Zith was now dead. Her soul was going to be reborn, but.. without her sister... Who was going to take care of her egg ? Where had her sister hidden that egg anyhow ?
But now Kethend, with Diamond and Kanwar, were in Light's massive throne room. And Diamond was speaking to Light, the two of them conversed as they watched the battle unfold. Finally light seemed to shut off the nexus cube and handed it to Diamond "Place this in the histories, it must be kept sealed away." Light said softly, Diamond nodded
But when the younger dragon didnt make to leave Light turned to her, a confused look on her face as Diamond then asked "Mother... May I stay ? I... I want to see justice done" Diamond said softly. Light nodded, she could stay, but everyone knew Light couldnt kill, wouldnt kill.
"So pitful, your own champion couldnt kill me and now niether could his mate. What are you going to do ? Weep for the lost ?" Kethend gloated
"Kaldakava was a worthy champion. You bested him in fair combat." Light began
Kethend snickered with a shake of her head, "No" She said "he started it by attacking I and my family in the Mortal Realm" Kethend corrected
"Be that as it may" Light mused "You still bested him in fair combat one on one... when injured... his orders were to eliminate you, to end the corruption of your shadow magic"
"You!.." Kethend started to say before she shut up, it was partly true. Kaldas orders were to destroy her and her kobolds, but he only ended up burning her severely and scattering her kobolds in fear of her pain, her pale skin showed her healing quite well. Her hair had even regrown.
Light held up a hand "Even so, Kaldakava fell to you in combat, you had your victory. I commend you" Diamond and Kanwar stared mouths agape, again ? Kanwar growled something as Diamond took a stepforward shouting in Draconian at Kethend that it wasn't fair combat that she won, but sneaky and shadows that aided her. Light rasied her hand again. "Now after a million years, you take your chance to strike, at my daughter... Why ?" Her words, her question, was directed at Kethend, Kanwar raised an eyebrow, so Mother commended Kethends victory, saying it was justly done, even though Kalda fell; as much as she didnt want it to be heard, again, it was true, the two had a good fight, they both fought with honor, mostly.
Kethend stood defiant in Lights Court as two soldiers stood in glass armor of many colors beside her ready to strike incase she did something stupid "She killed my beloved" Kethend said, Light smiled, Diamond tried to not laugh, same with Kanwar, it wasnt Xeir who bested Draco, far from it, it was Light herself who seperated ther Shadowblack Emperor from his body so long ago. "I waited a million years, a hundred thousand centries would not even have been enough of a wait, after my battle with your champion, I needed to heal, the burns he had given me in his attack on my family needed to heal. I waited, I healed, then when I was ready I struck. Your daughter was weak"
Light simply stood there before her throne, a simple soft smile on her face. heh. She didnt even try to stop Diamond who stepped forwards angerly and smacked Kethend clear across the face, claws out and everything. leaving five long cuts in Kethends fair face, her voice breaking as she spoke, Diamond hissed angerly "How. Dare. You" Diamond wasnt happy one bit "Xeir was ten times your power. You gave her no chance at fair battle, you forced it in the Mortal Realm! you knew she was weak in that realm!" She raised her hand to smack Kethend a second time But Kanwar halted her and shook her head, as much as Diamond wanted to strike Kethend she knew Kanwar was right. She buried her head in Kanwars shoulder, the two hugged as Light turned away and looked towards her own throne
"As much as you believe, it was not my daughter who bested your beloved." Light said simply, her back to Kethend. Pretty much giving the Shadowblack Queen a clear shot at her back.
Kethend growled when she realised her error, It wasnt the child who bested Draco, tearing him from his body ?! No! It was the iMother/i who did it! "You!..." She started to say stepping forwards but stopping in her tracks as bands of bright white light coiled around her waist and arms, holding her in place as a portal opened behind her. A portal to nothing but stars overhead and a bleak Aaetherspace island under them. Kethend struggled against the bands of light, but they were too strong. She was helpless as she felt herself fill with fear.
"Kethend daughter of Traeith the Black. I banish you to the Aaetherspace until such time as my daughter returns to my court." As she spoke Light turned and cast out her hand at Kethend, the bands of light pulled Kethend backwards towards the portal, Kethend started screaming in draconian her eyes wide and filled with fear as she struggled for long moments against the bindings of light.
Diamond watched as did Kanwar as Kethends screaming soon quickly cut off as the portal closed with her inside. Justice had been served. Diamond sighed softly, a tear slid down her cheek from her eye. How could she survive with out her sister ?