Chapter 32

"Oh, isn't this sweet, the two of you, reunited to fight a common enemy," Circe's voice was sickly sweet, mocking the couple as they stood, ready to attack the witch in front of them. "Good, just in time to get ripped apart. You'll be able to watch each other's faces as you die..."

"Do you ever stop talking?" Arthur said, charging the purple haired witch foolishly, his trident gripped tightly in both hands as he charged. Diana wasn't surprised when Circe was able to deflect his attack easily, sending him flying backwards into Diana.

The Amazon caught her ex fiancé, her arms wrapping around his waist and letting him down easily. "Arthur, Circe is more than just a pretty face; her magic is powerful and dangerous," she whispered to him quickly.

"I can see that," he said, feeling the comfort of her touch, having forgotten how supportive she could be. He put his hands on hers to push off, getting back to his feet and eyeing her up. "How do we do this?"

Diana was one step ahead of the question, her lariat readied. The golden rope snapped out, attempting to ensnare Circe.

"Are you serious?" she said with a laugh, grapping onto the end of it, sending a course of magic through forcing Diana to let go. "You're little rope doesn't have any power over me anymore."

"Gaea..." Diana whispered her blue eyes wide. How on earth were they going to beat her if the trident's power was useless, they couldn't get near her for a physical attack and Diana's lasso had no power over the witch?

"Any more bright ideas?" Arthur asked, holding his trident in a much more defensive posture this time, keeping in tight to Diana.

They had never fought side by side like this; all of their confrontations had involved them fighting each other, or fighting each other's armies and generals. Having always fought against, and never on side with, it still felt strangely familiar to be at each other's side. They knew each other's fighting styles well, but the question was would that translate into working well as partners now.

Diana looked to the dais; her sabre was still on the floor. There was still a chance. With both of them armed, it would increase the chances of one of them actually landing a hit. "Arthur, cover me," she said, offering nothing more to him as she darted across behind him, sprinting to the dais.

"Oh no you don't!" Circe said, sending a bolt Diana's way.

Arthur saw the attack coming and was prepared, firing a lightning bolt from his trident to knock Circe's blast off target, giving Diana the time she needed to grab her sabre. The Amazon came through, grabbing the sabre and skidding to the stop.

"Well isn't that cute," Circe scoffed, raising her hands to fire a bolt at each hero. They split, Diana dashing left while Arthur went right, the bolts digging into the floor, ripping apart the intricate tile work, much to Circe's chagrin. She let out a surprised yelp, her hands coming to cover her purple lips. "Look what you two have made me do!" she screamed, her voice cracking with anger. "You heathens!"

Diana and Arthur had her flanked, their blue eyes meeting each other across the room. This had to be done quickly. Diana darted in from the left with Arthur coming from the right. "You foolish mortals!" she said with her voice growing in volume as she held out a shield like barrier to Diana, her body coming into contact with the barrier, sending her backwards. A second orb surrounded Arthur, picking him up and holding him in a purple hued mini prison while the witch turned her attention back to Diana.

"You just had to ruin my plans, didn't you?" she said, sounding extremely angry and disappointed in the woman. "You couldn't just lie down and die? You couldn't let me have my little victory and leave me alone to be happy could you!" her voice was growing as she stalked over to the princess.

"I should have just killed you when I had the chance!" she screamed, her anger getting greater. She lashed out, throwing more bolts of energy towards Diana. The Amazon Princess was pinned down by the assault, and while she was sufficiently armed now, she was unable to get any mobility, working hard just to avoid Circe's attacks. "I had a chance to kill you when you will still an infant, when you were still in Hippolyta's womb! I should have done it then! But I didn't, because I loved him! I loved Ares! And he abandoned me!"

A stray bolt got lucky and hit Diana, knocking her off her feet and onto her backside. She let out a grunt with the impact, finding the wind knocked out of her, but everything else intact. "He's the God of War!" Diana countered. "A God! They aren't exactly known for being the most loyal lovers…"

"Oh shut up!" Circe crowed, firing another energy bolt at Diana. She took the hit again, knocked back to her feet, feeling dizzy and light headed. The bolt turned into a steady stream, holding the Amazon down, pinned against the pillar and ground as her magic drained Diana of her strength and will to fight. "Ready to give up yet?" she cackled, her laughter filling Diana's ears like a noxious bird.

"I will never give into you, Circe," she said, her voice strained under the pressure of her attack. She pushed herself to her knees, a great struggle under the pressure of Circe's attack. Her elbows quaked as she forced her way up.

Arthur watched helpless as Diana was attacked, trying to break his way out of Circe's ensnaring magic to no avail.

"Fine then, you ignorant cow, have it your way!" Circe shouted, her anger peaking as Diana refused to submit to her. She had just about enough of the Amazons and their insolence; they were pompous, and two faced. "I'll burn you from this life as I wished to do to your miserable mother!" The intensity increased and Diana, who had until now been able to crawl her way back up to her hands and knees, but under the increased pressure was pushed back down to her stomach.