Author's Note: The last chapter before we finally get some Emrys-Arthur action in this wild battle :D So I'm just gonna let you read. Bit of a drabbly one this one but hey, there's a lot of action to come! Also a bit of Lysitha in here! Review? x
Disclaimer: I still do not own any characters of Shine and the BBC's TV programme Merlin (wish I did!) but any added characters and plotlines were completely my genius! All mistakes and splelnig errrors are also my own, which are not so genius…
Chapter Fifty One
Defensive
Emrys spun round in his saddle, looking for Ceira. She was just behind him, staring at Arthur's battle with both the Vampire and the Griffins that had now go too close for his comfort. Emrys squeezed Griffin on and Ceira followed. He lead Griffin to the edge of the battle and dismounted as Ceira did the same.
"OK boy. I'll find you after but right now you need to go and hide somewhere. I don't want you getting hurt. And you too Kelpie," he spoke quietly to the horses. Griffin snorted and Kelpie whickered and nuzzled his nose into Ceira's hand. She patted his neck and pulled his reins away from the battle. Kelpie reluctantly went into a canter and headed for the nearby woods. Griffin then followed. But there was no time for Emrys and Ceira to watch them go. A harsh screech rang through the air and Emrys turned round to see yet another Griffin lying still on the ground with dark purple blood oozing out of a fatal wound. Arthur had warded off most of the Griffins and the Vampire was lying on the ground with a sword protruding from his chest, although there was no blood leaching from his injury. Arthur was winning. Although he suffered minor scratches to his arms, he was still fighting strongly. Suddenly there was an earth shattering slam from behind Emrys. He swung round and stared at what had fallen to the ground. A huge, emerald Wyvern had plummeted into the earth with the hilt of a sword protruding from its shoulder. Its breathing was heavy and wisps of smoke twisted upwards from its nostrils. Its yellow eyes were helpless and pleading as it heaved its heavy head up to look at Emrys. Nearby, a group of guards were creeping forwards with their swords extended, ready to kill the beast and finish the job. Emrys threw his hand out just as they got to a few feet away from the helpless dragon.
"Lagulád áceorfan," he yelled. But it hadn't just been his voice that had called the spell. Someone behind him had joined him in casting the incantation. He turned too look over his shoulder and saw Ceira standing there with her hand also outstretched and her eyes glinting golden. She grinned at him and he smiled back. Emrys turned back to see what affect the double spell would have on the oncoming guards. Just as they were about to get to the Wyvern, they were all lifted off their feet and flung backwards back into the thick of the battle. Ceira then hurried past Emrys and kneeled down at the dragon's side. It gave a faint yelp of pain and let its head fall heavily on the long grass, its yellow eyes closed. Ceira took hold of the glittering hilt with a trembling hand and with one quick, painful movement, yanked it out of the Wyvern's scales. The dragon gave a little jerk but still didn't open its eyes. Ceira shakily opened her hand and lay it gently over now rapidly bleeding wound and closed her eyes.
"Álynnan lácnian," he heard her faintly whisper. The wound glowed a light blue and as soon as the light was gone, the wound was sealed up and completely healed. The Wyvern hesitantly opened it's eyes and stared thankfully at Ceira. It rose up to its feet, spread its wings and took off with a tremendous roar. Ceira turned back as soon as it had gone and joined Emrys in making his way back into the battle.
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They fired spells in every direction at various guards that were battling different creatures. Emrys caught sight of Lancelot battling one of the Hydras. He was desperately trying to cut off as many heads as he could, a permanent frown on his face as he struggled to work out why none of his blows were affecting the beast in any way. Every head he cut off just sprang back as two identical heads. The middle immortal head was hissing violently and kept rushing forward and snapping at him. Lancelot was obviously fighting a losing battle and he was starting to realise that. He suddenly darted forwards in a last attempt to take out the creature. He stabbed his sword forward and struck the Hydra straight though its immortal head. Emrys even saw the point of the sword come though the back of the head then slowly slide out as Lancelot withdrew his weapon. The snake made a sickening rasping sound and tossed its head round, screeching terribly. Lancelot took a few steps back looking worried. Then the snake was still, all of its heads looking down to the ground and unmoving. Lancelot paused for a moment, inspecting the creature from afar then, deciding the snake wasn't going to make any move towards him, took a couple of steps forward to the Hydra. A horrible snarling hiss pierced the moment's pause and the snake rose every one of its heads back up to stare menacingly at him with its red eyes, the black slits for pupils threateningly trained on him. Lancelot's brown eyes widened in shock as the Hydra surged forwards and knocked the sword out of Lancelot's hand and forced him to the ground. He lay there in horror as he felt the creature slither up on top of him, pinning him down and drawn back, ready to make the final strike. Suddenly, something rushed up from behind Emrys. He spun round just in time to see Ceira in her Lysitha form dart past him and pounce on the Hydra. She hit it with such force it was knocked off Lancelot and onto the ground a few feet off. She remained on top of it, tearing off huge pieces of scaled flesh (even the strong scales were no match for the Lysitha's powerful jaws). The snake let out panicked, hissing shrieks as its body was torn apart and thrashed around wildly in bids to escape. Ceira's claws dug into the skin and caused black blood to drip from the punctured scales. Although her attempts to kill it were having some painful affect on the creature, it seemed far from dying. Ceira seemed to realise this too. Emrys just caught sight of her eyes turning gold and then there were flames. Flames climbing as high as Ceira herself, burning through the flesh of the Hydra. Ceira backed away and returned to Emrys' side.
"Rip it to pieces and burn the remains. Works with most 'immortal things'," Ceira's voice entered Emrys' head, as he looked across at her. She was staring at him with those big black eyes.
"Why did you save him?" Emrys asked with his mind.
"It's…it's complicated. I just…there's something about him…" she answered and looked away. Emrys dropped the subject and looked back to the battle. It was getting more and more fierce as the creatures got more bloodthirsty. The number of bodies lying motionless on the ground was growing rapidly. Emrys looked round for the next battle he would have to intervene in. Then there was Arthur.
He was turning slowly round a circle holding his bloodied sword out in front of him. All of the Griffins that had previously been lashing out at him with sharp talons and hooked beaks were now shrinking back. Emrys had to step in.
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Author's Note: OK, some Emrys and Arthur action in the next chapter so let me know what you thought of this one now so I can upload the next chapter ASAP : ) Please?