Chapter 8- Isikan's Rage

Back at the lair, Siraena could hear the wails of pain coming from Imniar and Niarchos.

"God help me," she growled. "What the hell happened now?"

"I don't think you want to know, dear," Ijanios replied.

"I second that," Mirachis agreed.

"I think I do," Siraena hissed. "I want to kill that Isikan."

"You might not want to do that," the two wizards groaned.

"Why not?"

"Because," Mirachis said.

"Just because," Ijanios replied.

"I know he's a threat—but he is NOT to me," Siraena said. "I'm going to get those two out of there."

"Wasn't him that shot them," Ijanios said.

"It was Kelkiar and Neijior who did it," Mirachis continued.

"Why?" Siraena was outraged.

"Because one of them—I guess it was Niarchos—stabbed Isikan in the leg," they replied.

"Oh, wonderful. Now I have two babies to take arrows out of."

"Don't despair, Lady Siraena. I will help you with healing them—after all, they brought us here," Ijanios murmured.

"Good—go get them then," Siraena ordered.

"Not a problem."

Back in the forest, Neijior, Kelkiar, and Isikan were still laughing.

"I really can't believe you really did that," Isikan said. "What were you thinking?"

"I can't believe Niarchos stabbed you," Neijior replied.

"You know we couldn't stand there and just let you get stabbed," Kelkiar said.

"You could have," Isikan said, a smile on his face.

"No, they couldn't," Kysandior said, materializing before the three younger men.

"Of course not," Isikan muttered.

"Anyway," Kysandior continued. "You know you three are in deep shit with Niarchos, Imniar, and that woman, right?"

"Which woman? The maid?" Isikan asked—even though he knew who it was.

"Oh, please," Kelkiar grumbled. "What is she going to do? Beat us to death with her broom?"

"Watch it—she sent Ijanios and Mirachis to get them out of the forest before they die from their wounds," Kysandior warned him.

"I'm with Kile," Isikan said. "What is she going to do? Beat us all with her broomstick?"

"That is a HUGE laugh," Neijior said. "That is very funny."

"Not as funny as it's going to be when we pump you assholes full of iron," Niarchos growled behind them.

"What did you just say?" Isikan shouted.

"I said, motherfucker," Niarchos repeated. "Not going to be funny when you've got nothing but iron in your gut."

"Well said, brother," Imniar said.

"I think you've got a bloody lot to explain," Mirachis growled.

"Hah! Not to you," Isikan hissed.

"If not him, then me," another voice said.

All of them turned to face the person the voice belonged to.

Siraena stood before them, a look of death on her face.

"All right, the lot of you," she hissed. "Who's responsible for this?"

Neijior and Kelkiar stepped forward. "What are you really going to do, beat us to death with your broomstick, you psycho?"

"How dare you!" Siraena screamed. "I demand you take them out now!"

"And what if they don't?" Kysandior asked.

"Then face my wrath—and don't think I'm kidding," Siraena snarled at them.

Isikan began to shake with anger. "I think my friends and I aren't going to be apologizing anytime soon."

"Well, then," Siraena muttered. "I guess we have a problem on our hands. Get Niarchos and Imniar out of here, Mirachis. Ijanios, you stay here."

"Yes, m'lady," Mirachis said. "Come on, you two."

Isikan's hands began to shake. "Bring it on, she bitch."

"Of course, archer," Siraena's smile began to fade as she spoke. "I definitely will."

"Seriously?!" Kysandior shouted. "Siraena, you're NOT even Reptilian—how is it possible that such beauty can be so evil?"

"Save your shit, Sun Shadow," Siraena barked. "I'm not here to listen to you—and I will be soon—once Niarchos heals."

"Well, then," Kysandior said. "Have fun with Isikan, I'm not going to feel remorse when he maims you—or worse."

Isikan turned back to Siraena. "You heard him—so, prepare to get hurt, witch."

"I was born ready—what the hell?" Siraena said, flying into a tree.

"I told you what I was capable of," Isikan said. He waved his hand again.

"Will you stop doing that?!" Siraena screamed.

"No—of course not," Isikan growled. "Feel my wrath, bitch."

Finally, Siraena couldn't take any more torture. "Stop, I beg you."

"What? What did you say?" Isikan hissed. "Are you ready to give up?"

"Yes!"

"Good. Then go, before I change my mind," Isikan ordered.