The sky had darkened once more to a night time state, yet the artificial lighting from the network of Terras surrounding the Cyclonian fleet and their terminal stop, Terra Neon, kept visibility high, and the stars at bay. The centre of the fleet, the ship holding the Empress and her crew, landed on the docks of the Terra. They were all dismounted with exception of the Empress, the young Mistress a few steps in front of her, and the pilot who barely stood a few steps out onto the boarding ramp. Flight Officer Ravess barked her orders to the rest of the crew, who formed into line on the Terra's floor. Once they did, the Empress addressed her troops, still standing on the boarding ramp.
'Loyal subjects. We have landed on the Terra to remove another threat to the Cyclonian empire. That being non other than a guardian. These guardians, so called, seed anarchy and chaos onto the very Terras we keep peaceful. They guard only their own fortune and agenda. This Terra has its own personal guardian, whom generously decided to sneak aboard and investigate us from the inside' The Empress, following directly from her address, turned on the stop, back up to the pilot. Without losing a beat, she added 'Isn't that right, Ayrgyn?'
The pilot flung his arm forward to throw out a short cane from his sleeve and caught it his hand. He immediately spun it between his fingers as he lowered it, clacking its foot into the ramp. The encrusted orange jewel atop his cane puffed violently a quick burst of pink smoke, which quickly dispersed to reveal his standard attire.
His sleveless shirt had a maroon strip under each arm, with a dark teal front. His gloves purple with orange, sharpened finger tips. The wrists of his gloves had panels of a dark orange under a seperate panel of lighter orange. His collar and shoulders decorated in dark teal, spiked epillettes. His hair was both slicked back and spiked. The sides being purple with the top being a natural, vibrant green.
He pulled his arms out beside him, and twisted the top of his cane outward. 'Tada!' He called out, soaked in theatrics. He tucked his cane under his arm as he walked down the ramp like he would do on a catwalk. The Empress and the Mistress stood silent as he did so. 'It feels so good to be back home in my own clothes. You must admit, the uniform is a little suffocating with all the blacks and greys. Why not add a little colour for once?' Ayrgyn crossed his opened hands, linking his thumbs to resemble a bird. As his hands made the gesture, puffs of blue and green smoke poured from under his gloves. He paused, seeing the entire Cyclonian force stand without reply. '...tough crowd. How's about a little warm up, huh? Wouldn't want people to forget how to smile!'
'A warm up would only speed up your demise' The Empress replied, coldly and with malice. 'Mistress!' She called, implicitly instructing the young girl to strike, which she did without hesitation or response.
The young girl reached into her satchel with one hand. Quickly pulling out a crystal, yellow with an orange spike atop it, and tossing it straight up into the air, before plunging the hand back into the satchel, where she pulled out a second, translucent green crystal, but kept said crystal in her grip as she pulled it out. The crystal in the air landed in her other hand, and with dramatic force, she outstretched her arms both in front and above her and smashed them together whilst pointing at Ayrgyn. With explosive force, sharp and coarse winds vortexed and cycling into him. The wind speed causing him to slide backwards a few dozen feet.
'Well...' Ayrgyn started, swishing his hair to re-shape it. 'Seems like someone has been praticing. I must say I'm proud' he finished, smiling cockily. The young Mistress, still lacking response, or even facial expression, reached back into her satchel. She pulled out a small, bright blue crystal, the crystal was not smooth, and had what seemed to be ice spikes on it. She slung it on the ground at Ayrgyn's feet, causing the crystal to break and let out a puff of steam. Revealing a large chunk of ice sealing his feet to the ground. He looked at the encasing ice in surprise, before fixing his eyes back up on the young girl. The Mistress charged towards him, leapt up in the air, and forcefully kicked him in the torso with both of her feet. She rotated further, planting her hands on the floor to help control her momentum. Ayrgyn stiffened his body, using the kick's force to break his feet loose, with leftover force wobbling him backwards. He used his cane to steady himself, standing upright again. The Mistress reached both hands into her satchel and pulled out a purple stone with a spiral in one hand, and a blood red stone in the other. The Mistress squeezed the purple stone, causing her to disappear from view, before reappearing before Ayrgyn. Ayrgyn only looked behind him and smiled in a sly manner. The Mistress would then throw the red crystal at him, which he dodged, moving at an unfeasable rate out of the crystal's path, and around a corner of one of the concession stands. He peeked his head out, and with a smile, waved his hand. Wiggling all of his fingers to entice the young girl over.
The young Mistress started to run over to the corner, before hearing the Empress call out to her, 'Child!' The Mistress moved her head to make eye contact, and saw the Empress throw her own staff over to the young girl. The Mistress caught the staff and continued to give chase.
Both Ayrgyn and the Mistress had disappeared from the view of the rest of the Cyclonians. The Mistress held the staff in one of her hands, tucking it against her core, whilst shuffling the dwindling nunber of crystals within her satchel. She yanked out a squishy, dull green crystal, and slowed her walking pace. Waiting for Ayrgyn's fast pace to make enough noise for her to guess his location. She paused for a second. Focusing hard, and at the right moment, smashed the crystal on the ground a couple dozen paces away. Ayrgyn stepped onto the resulting slime on the ground, and with his foot stuck, tripped. Landing face down, and quickly turning around to the approaching Mistress Cyclonia. She was loading a dark purple crystal into her staff and pointing it at him. Slowly charging the staff, her face contorted to match the emotion of concentration with a mild hint of disdain. With the dark, wide eyed focus to go with it. The staff started to glow, nearing the finishing moments when she looked beside her. Double taking her look, she focused at what she spotted in the distance.
About fifty feet away from Ayrgyn and the Mistress, stood Lark.