A/N: Okay, so the Dolls are as follows: Tarnechis is Wade Barrett, Junquian is Heath Slater, Nischelis is Justin Gabriel, Nusqial is Daniel Bryan (I know he was fired because he strangled the hell out of Justin Roberts, but I don't like Michael Tarver and refuse to put him in anything I write), Irinis is Skip Sheffield, Kolachin is David Otunga, and Aschinal is Darren Young.

Assassin dolls were used for dark magic only, as Mirachis was explaining to Imniar in the last chapter. For some reason, Siraena came across making them in order to exact revenge on Isikan for beating the tar out of her.

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Chapter 11- The Assassin Dolls

"Assassin Dolls? They haven't been used in centuries," Kysandior said. "I wonder who got that bright idea to make them."

Neijior smiled. "Just Siraena's way of being a bigger bitch than before."

"She was never a bitch—until she hooked up with Niacha," Kelkiar said.

"Doesn't matter," Kysandior said. "We have to see why she made them. She wants her revenge against you, Isiki."

Isikan smiled. "And that she may have—after I'm dead."

As Isikan, Neijior, Kelkiar, and Kysandior were talking, the Assassin Dolls were heading into the forest. They had one thing on their minds, and one thing only.

To either kill Isikan or bring him back to Siraena alive.

Tarnechis, on the other hand, was at the halfway point of bringing him back alive or killing him and bringing his dead body to Niarchos and Siraena.

Irinis glanced over at Tarnechis. "You okay?" he asked.

Tarnechis nodded. "I'm just thinking about what to do to the archer first."

"Hmm, how about ripping his throat out and watching him die?" Irinis murmured.

"Too bloody, plus Kolachin would enjoy that too much," Tarnechis replied.

Kolachin raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, that would be something I would enjoy. Wonder why I didn't think about that?"

"Because," Nusqial began, "to think of that would be busywork for you."

"Fuck off," Kolachin growled. "And the lady said to send him a message, not kill or maim him."

"Find me a hot woman to fuck and then I'll fuck off," Nusqial snickered.

Meanwhile, Isikan was still chatting away about how much it would mean if he beat the shit out of him.

Kysandior stopped him. "Wait—I hear something."

Kelkiar stopped walking. "I hear something too."

"As do I," Neijior said. "Up in the trees."

Isikan raised an eyebrow. "In my trees? Now I'm mad."

"Well, then," Tarnechis murmured. "This will be too easy. Nischelis, drop down and give our new friends a show. Nusqial, you go down there too. Aschinal and Junquian, shower them with arrows."

"What do we do?" Irinis and Kolachin asked.

"On my signal, you two and I will show ourselves to them," Tarnechis replied.

"Sounds good to me," Kolachin said.

"I agree," Irinis said.

"I think we should go meet them now," Tarnechis said. "Nischelis, now!"

"Right away, Tarnechis," Nischelis replied, leaping off a few branches before finally landing on the ground.

"My pleasure," Nusqial said, following Nischelis.

"Aschinal! Junquian! Start shooting," Tarnechis ordered.

"Howdy, boys," Nusqial said to a startled Kysandior, Kelkiar, Isikan, and Neijior.

"What the—?" Kelkiar said.

"Who the fuck are you?" Kysandior asked.

Just then, Tarnechis jumped from the trees. "We're your worst nightmare."

"Is that so?" Isikan asked, drawing his bow.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Tarnechis replied.

"Yeah, because we're doing that," Junquian said as he and Aschinal began raining arrows onto the four Reptilians.

"Dear God," Kelkiar said. "Duck!"

Kysandior leapt into a bush. "Come on!" he yelled.

"Oh, that just sucks," Tarnechis said. "I wouldn't do that either." As he said that, Kysandior was thrown from the bush.

"How's that for a punch, Sun Shadow?" Kolachin asked, laughing.

"I'll kill you," Kysandior growled. "What exactly are you?"

"Assassin Dolls," Isikan said. "I'm thinking Siraena had something to do with them coming to life and chasing me."

"You're right, she did have something to do with this," Tarnechis said. "But, we have a message for you, Isikan. Lady Siraena wants her revenge against you—and she will get it—no matter what she has to do to get it."

"I think not," Isikan laughed. "Tell her something for me. If she wants revenge, Niarchos will have to play a game with me—and beat me. If not, I still whip the tar out of her—and him as well."

Tarnechis laughed. "We'll see about that. But the message will be delivered. Cease fire, you two," he said to Aschinal and Junquian.

"What do you want us to do?" Nischelis asked.

"Hm," Tarnechis replied. "Cut them a bit. We can't let them live and not have something to remember us by. Kolachin, do your worst."

"My pleasure," Kolachin replied. "Irinis, care to help me?"

"Definitely," Irinis said, backhanding Kelkiar. "So. You're the one that Imniar complained about."

Kelkiar was furious. "Yeah, so?"

"Such arrogance won't get you far," Kolachin added, throwing a punch at Kelkiar.

"Now, what to do with you, Sun Shadow," Tarnechis muttered.

"How about I beat your ass right now?" Kysandior replied.

"Nope, not going to happen," Tarnechis said. "I'd rather beat your ass right now."

Soon enough, all seven Assassin Dolls were fighting with the four Reptilians.

And soon enough, Isikan realized they were outnumbered.

That wasn't enough for the dolls, though. Tarnechis wanted to keep fighting.

"Hey! Don't let them win," Nischelis shouted.

"Who's letting who win?" Aschinal yelled back, tossing Neijior against a tree.

"Fuck that," Kolachin said. "I see we're obviously winning here. When we're done, I say we head back to Lord Niarchos."

"But," Nusqial said. "What about these four?"

"Hm," Junquian said. "Let's take them with us. They can decide what to do there."

"Too risky," Irinis said.

Tarnechis glared at him. "How so?"

"Because if we take them to Niarchos," Irinis began, "someone else who knows the Royal princes will notice."

"And who the hell would that be?" Junquian asked. "I don't remember anything about them having a lot of supporters."

"Good point," Kolachin said. "Let's take them with us."

"We're not going anywhere with you, not even to Imniar." Kysandior growled.

Tarnechis stared at him, a smirk on his face. "As if you had a choice in the matter."