Black Blood (Story One)

Black Blood - Story One (Part 5)

A couple years later...

Circe became very notorious for getting rid of those whoever made her feel weak or disrespected. Clovis, though, became a very well known warrior, fighting many enemies, and helping those in adventure. And soon, they would meet again in battle.

As Circe was walking outside of the city on a dilapidated battlefield with her head down and her cloak down, she spotted the famous Clovis. Her eyes seethed with rage, for she hated every part of that lowly hero. Clovis saw her. She knew that Circe was meant to be taken care of.

"You... why are you here?" asked Clovis in a serious manner.

"Aww, missed me, Ms. Hero?"

"Never in a million years would I ever miss someone like you."

"Seems we met at the right time. I knew we should've had the final battle between us last time we met. Fate truly is a wonderful thing, isn't it?" stated Circe, reading for a finishing spar.

Clovis then took out her sword with blue lightening surrounding her, "Would you like to begin then?"

Circe grinned, "Of course." She took out her sword as well, with purple lightening surrounding her and burning her cloak.

They stared at each other for very long as they were walking around each other slowly. And then, they charged right at each other. They both quickly dogged each other as they were trying to jab at one another. Circe swiftly flung to the right, trying to get a jab at Clovis. Clovis jumped and fell back on her feet. Then Clovis quickly grabbed Circe's sword at threw it behind her. Circe was indeed impressed but she still flipped backwards as Clovis was trying to hit her heart. Circe grabbed her own sword once again and quickly kicked Clovis down on the ground. Circe grabbed Clovis's sword at looked at her with a sadistic expression. And right as Circe was charging into her, Clovis used her blue light ability to grab her and hold her in the air, "You will not get any satisfaction out of getting rid of me. Ever." Circe then looked angry, but in pain. "Y-You really sure?" she asked as she was being choked. "Positive." She then let Circe go, and skeesh. Circe was slashed on the side of her stomach. Circe looked down, holding her side, speechless, but not surprised. Clovis closed her eyes and then exclaimed: "We are done here."

"Why aren't you going to get rid of me? Too afraid?" teased Circe, as she was gasping for air, sweating.

"No, I just do not want... the blood on my hands."

Circe looked at Clovis with instant shock. She felt her father there, laughing about her being a failure. She was done.