A/N: What's Siraena got up her sleeve? And for the sake of the story and the recent uprising on Raw, I'm using the NXT rookies of Season 1 (except for Michael Tarver, because he scares me). Read and review!

Chapter 10- Niarchos vs. Isikan

Kysandior returned to his lair, a smile on his face.

"I was wondering when you would be back," Isikan said.

"I was saving your arrow-wielding ass," Kysandior replied. "I think you owe me a bit of thanks."

"Of course I do," Isikan replied. "Thank you. But Siraena has yet to get hers."

"And how do you propose to do that?" Kysandior asked.

"You'll see," Isikan said. "Just you wait."

Back at his lair, Niarchos was pacing back and forth. "How the fuck did he manage to whip your ass, woman?" he roared.

"I don't know," Siraena shouted. "I had him—I was this close—and he got me—bad."

"Well, well, well," Imniar said. "What happened here?"

"Isikan was what happened," Mirachis told him.

"What did he do? Beat the mess out of her?" Imniar asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" Niarchos growled.

Imniar glared at his brother. "Okay, so I'm concerned. Sue me."

Niarchos laughed. "I can do better than that."

Siraena's shouting made the brothers stop arguing. "I think I have a secret weapon we can use against Isikan. That is, if you trust me to use it."

Niarchos was all ears. "What'd you have in mind?"

"These," Siraena said, handing him seven clay dolls.

Imniar burst out laughing. "What the fuck?"

"I know what these are," Ijanios said. "They're Assassin Dolls. They're used in dark magic as weapons against good. Rarely are they used for any other purpose. Siraena, may I ask where you got these?"

Siraena beamed. "I made them."

"These three are built like bricks," Imniar observed

"How?" Niarchos asked. "Boy, this one is a shrimpy looking one."

"The river that runs near the forest has an abundant supply of green clay at its banks. I was bored one day and decided to make some in case I ever needed to," Siraena explained.

"But how does it work?" Imniar asked.

"Simple. There is an incantation I wrote to go along with the dolls."

"Bring them to life then, my dear," Ijanios said.

"My pleasure," Siraena said. She took a deep breath, lit candles around the dolls, and then began to chant the incantation. When she was done, she blew on each doll and then set them down again.

"Just watch and see what happens," Ijanios said.

Everyone stared at the dolls. Suddenly, a black mist enveloped the lair, causing everyone to become unable to see in front of them.

"What's happening?" Imniar yelled.

"Just watch," Mirachis instructed.

Just then, a flash of light came out of nowhere.

Everyone jumped.

"Wow," Niarchos murmured. "Look at that."

"Look at what?" a gruff voice asked.

"Nevermind that," another voice said.

"Who said that?" Imniar asked.

"I think the dolls came to life," Ijanios said. "And I'm also guessing they may be a bit hungry for blood at the moment."

At his words, the black smoke and lightning disappeared, revealing the seven fully grown—and very much alive—Assassin Dolls.

"Damn straight we are," the shortest of the dolls replied. "And who the hell called me shrimpy?"

Everyone except Niarchos took a step back.

"Oh," the doll continued. "So you think I'm a shrimp, eh?"

Niarchos stood his ground. "Yeah, I do. What are you going to do about it, Shrimpo?"

"How about I show you how to give someone respect?"

"Enough!" Siraena shouted. "Am I going to have to separate you both?"

"What? Separate me from this fool?" The doll laughed, a smirk on his face.

"Is she serious?" one of the other dolls asked.

"No, of course not," Mirachis said. "I'm Mirachis, by the way. But I have a question—what do we call you? We can't keep calling you dolls all the time."

The dolls looked at each other.

"He has a point," the leader of the dolls said. "I'm Tarnechis, leader of this lovely bunch. And these guys are Irinis, Aschinal, Junquian, and Kolachin. The little shrimp, as that asshole keeps calling him, is Nusqial, and that high flying one is Nischelis. Say hello, boys."

The other dolls introduced themselves to Siraena and the others.

"Hello," Nusqial said. "I think we got off on the wrong foot, Niarchos. You have a good woman here."

Niarchos smiled. "I think we did, Nusqial. I am sorry for calling you a shrimp. But your fighting skills must surpass your size, am I right?"

Nusqial smiled. "This is true. I am the best when it comes to hand to hand."

Tarnechis cleared his throat. "Now that we've been brought here, what is it that Lady Siraena wants us to do?"

"Ah," Imniar said. "We get down to the truth. She wants to kill Isikan."

Nischelis smirked. "The archer?"

"The one and the same," Niarchos replied.

"Well, then," Aschinal said. "What do you want done?"

"Send him a message for right now," Siraena said. "He is more than a thorn in my side—and Niarchos' own as well."

Nischelis looked at Tarnechis. "What do you think?"

"I think," Tarnechis replied, "we can get it done. Just tell us where to find him, my lady."

"In the forest outside of the village," Imniar said. "It's not hard to find him."

"I'm down for it," Aschinal replied.

"As am I," Tarnechis said.

"I am as well," Nischelis said.

"So are we," Kolachin, Nusqial, Irinis, and Junquian said. "Just sit back and let us do the work."

"That we will," Siraena said, a sick smile on her face. "Go do my bidding, and you will be rewarded regardless."

"Your wishes are our commands," Tarnechis replied. "Let's go, boys."

Once they left, Imniar turned to Siraena. "Are you sure we can trust them?"

"I can," Niarchos said.

"They mean well," Mirachis said. "There is no way they can mess up."