Song of the Mermaid Warrior

Part 4

Jordan took a defensive stance, while Glit drew his axe. "Who's coming?"

"Probably one of those damn purity obsessed groups. They constantly sweep the slums, looking for low bloods and part elves. Usually the wards keep them away, but today, I got a little... distracted. "

"Great. Not really in the mood to deal with these guys, Tock."

"They bad guys?" Glit spoke up.

"Yep." Jordan answered softly. "They do horrible things to those who can't defend themselves."

"Fair enough. Today they picked on the wrong type of people, though." Glit grinned. "Let's kill them!"

His easy acceptance of the violence they would face ahead gave her a little pause. Before she could examine it too closely, the door crashed open, and a large group of men wearing black cloths around the lower halves of their faces rushed in. In their hands were standard pistols, the dull metal glinting off the many lamps of Tock's shop.

"Looks like we got a haul, boys!" One of them spotted Glit and Jordan, his eyes widening with shock. "That short one definitely can't be high purity... he's either a low blood or a dirty elf mix blood! And the other..." He glanced and Jordan and laughed. "A No Blood? Thought they were all gone!"

Glit twirled the massive axe in his hand with ease, looking confused. "Do I look like an elf?"

Jordan thought of the tall quiet young man who had always followed behind her, always trying to avoid violence. "Not even a little."

"Ah." He tossed the axe lightly, catching it with the other hand. "Hey fellas, despite your insults and poor eyesight, I'm gonna be nice. Here's your one chance to run away, before my strong friend and I start slicing you to pieces."

Even with the majority of his face covered, the disdain on the attacker's face was evident. "Shut up, dirty elf! Even with your axe, you really think you can face a group with guns?" He snorted, "Now we're gonna have fun killing you."

Glit just laughed at the threat. "I was hoping you guys would say that!"

As the group of attackers spread out around the room, he turned to face one side, leaving his back open to Jordan.

Jordan hesitated briefly at Glit's open back, startled at the gesture of trust, before slowly turning to cover him. She glanced around to see that Tock had disappeared before closing her eyes, calling up the song within her and setting it free.

From her mouth a song of battle rang out. Several of the attackers stopped in their tracks, caught in her illusion, but the rest were only mildly affected, just barely losing their grips on their weapons.

Jordan cursed silently, still singing. Her magic was very effective against small groups of enemies, but the more people it was spread out against, the less useful it would be.

As the song of death spilled constantly from her lips, she felt her nails grow out into claws and moved forward, striking the attackers that were not incapacitated first. From the side she heard Glit run forward, spinning his axe, blood and tissue flying through the air as he cut through enemies.

Blood dripped from her fingers. She heard someone behind her, preparing to strike and turned, grabbing his neck. She felt the water within his heart, and used her magic to stop it in place. His face turned pale, and clutching his chest, he fell to the ground.

Jordan was feeling the drain of her magic. Her vision was turning a bright blue, the song growing in her mind, calling for her to give in completely.

BANG! A shot rang out past her ear, and sensing the danger, the song surged louder in her soul.

Can't give up all control to my instincts. She thought grimly, slicing the shooter's face. I might just lose myself completely.