Breven's death was enough to break the
spell. One man watching in horror as the
two brother's fell and was rewarded with several balls of energy exploding into
his chest courtesy of Vician. The others
dove for their discarded weapons. Two
never made it. Twin spells from
Seraphine and Vician lashed out to catch them in the back and send them
tumbling across the clearing, smoke rising from their backs.
Only four survivors remained. Two charged Vician, but Seraphine was unable
to spare him any help as the remaining pair faced off against her.
There was no time to go for her dagger
which was still in Breven's hand.
Instead, she had to rely on her natural weapons. As one man attempted to distract her by
weaving his sword in a complicated pattern, she used her tail to trip his
partner who was trying to flank her on her left. She spun out of reach to the right coming
around to face the men, cursing herself for not taking the time to grab the
wands and the daggers Melrazia had given to her in her pack before
investigating the scream.
She ducked as the first man took a swing
at her, his sword passing so close to her head that it chipped one of her
horns. As he attempted to reverse the
swing, she lashed out with her claws, catching him lightly across the
throat.
It was merely a scratch but it startled
him enough that he jumped back giving her a chance to respond to the man she
had tripped who attempted to thrust his blade into her gut. Hissing, she threw herself backwards using
her tail and wings to balance and control her landing. As the man pressed the attack, she hopped
backwards again, this time turning her flight into a roll. As she came down, she scooped up a handful of
dirt with her claws and flung it at the man's face, temporarily blinding him.
She didn't have a chance to follow up on
her advantage. Even as the blinded man
lashed out blindly with his sword, the man she had scratched charged in from
her side. She lashed out with her tail
again, but he was ready. Stumbling out
of the tails reach he made a slash at it.
Grunting, Seraphine swept her tail out of
the man's reach and rolled over pushing herself to her feet. Before the man could raise his sword again,
she leapt upon him, knocking him down.
Holding him down with her left hand and knees, she drew back her right
and then stabbed down with a vicious strike that sent her claws through this
throat.
Even as the dead man's blood splattered
over her, half-blinding her, she felt someone standing over her. She rolled over using the dead man as a
shield. The man she had blinded had
recovered somewhat. Using his sword
almost like an axe, he chopped down, burying his blade so deep in his
companion's body that the tip protruded through the dead man's chest a mere
inch from Seraphine's nose.
Throwing all her weight into the move,
Seraphine rolled the rest of the way over, wrenching the sword from her
would-be killer's hands. She barely got
to her feet before the man slammed into her.
Angrily, she staggered back and shoved him off of her. Wiping a bit of blood from her lip, she eyed
the man. "Run, and you can
live," She growled.
"Never, demon bitch," the man
spat. "I'd rather die first."
"Good enough for me," a haggard
voice came from behind the man just before the man's chest sprouted a few
inches of steel.
Vician jerked his dagger free and the man
fell to the ground. "You
okay?" he asked.
Shakily, Seraphine stood up
straighter. Wiping her face with the
back of her hand, she nodded. "The
others?"
"Dead," Vician said smugly.
"And the Woman?"
"Still alive, I think," he
shrugged. "We should go."
"You would just leave her?" She
asked incredulously.
"None of our business. For all we know she was one of them and they
had a falling out. Regardless, they
might have friends nearby. We should
go."
"There's no one else nearby,"
Seraphine shot him a cold look.
"How would you know?" Vician
retorted.
"I know," Seraphine's answer
left no room for doubt or discussion. She
stepped around him and went over to kneel beside the injured woman.
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