The fire crackling substituted silence.
"No one deserves to die," Piper hissed.
"Not even me? Not even...not even her?" He pointed north, towards the Cyclonian citadels. And he didn't need to say a word more for her to know that the spell was gone. He stood and glared at her. "Or do you think death's too good for us?"
She had accomplished her objective: get him to...well, not like her again. But Piper's forgotten one itsy bitsy detail.
The Dark Ace doesn't just shake of insult.
He kills.
--
"Turn right."
The Condor veered, almost crashing into a wall. "FINN!" Stork howled.
"OTHER RIGHT!"
"I thought you said navigating was 'easy,' Finn," Aerrow growled.
"Eh-he-he...funny story, that..."
--
"Look, I didn't mean to totally piss you off, or anything, but at least you're not drooling over me, now!"
"Well, that's just great, isn't it?" he growled, grabbing his sword. The blade was enveloped in red-hot energy, crackling and sizzling like an iron brand. He raised it and sliced at her. She rolled aside quickly, but not fast enough; the metal caught the open skin on her arm. Blood welled to the surface, but she had no time to pause.
"I'm sorry! AH! I just...OW!...wanna go...EEP!...home! Oh, STOP IT!"
Her sudden outburst caused him to pause in his attacks. "What?!"
"I just saved both our butts from who-knows-what! Do you even remember what happened?!"
He nods. They both shudder simultaneously.
Then he sighs.
A flash of blue appears in the distance, zooming towards them: the Condor. She glances at it for a moment, and when she turns back, he's mounted his skimmer and taken off, heading north.
Gone.
OOO
A/N: But it's not over, because...because...
Well, I wouldn't want to spoil it or anything.