KAL-EL POV
We stood over the destruction, over the saved and fallen, staring at and assessing each other.
She wore what might be flatteringly acceptable for the climate, her white clothing pristine though she had just fought, the gold glimmering fro...
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ISIS POV
As soon as I put my mother's staff at center, the skies begin to darken.
"Kal El!"
Kal El flies in with Sethos on his heels. The center of the temple sinks and it looks as if Amun Ra and his wife Amun look down on us in the form of falcons.
"Kal, listen to me," I whisper. "You are my champion."
"Alright," Kal replies, his eyes not leaving Sethos.
"Let your instincts guide you, and if you can, summon the spirit of Geb."
"Geb?" he repeats, knowing that is the name of my father.
"Are you ready for me?" Sethos asks, tapping his staff.
"Just...let go." I tell him. "Call and allow him to help." I am uneasy. How can Kal El not know our people, our full abilities, what we can do?
The battle begins. They circle each other warily. Sethos does small lunges to lure Kal El out and maybe not guard himself, but he does not fall for it. Kal El realizes his advantage-two handed attack and defense.
I begin to smile inwardly, seeing Sethos use the staff as more of a flail than what a staff is best used as. Kal blocks him with ease, at times hooking the staff and finally able to land a scratch on Sethos with his flail and draw blood.
But Sethos knows his weapon. He twirls it above his head, keeping Kal El at bay and brings it toward him as he lowers it. Kal El brings one stick into play to stop the twirl but Sethos turns and lands the other end of the stick at Kal El's back. Kal El flinches but bends to end the contact and turns away, standing straight again in a fight stance.
Sethos begins a high speed attack that Kal El barely keeps up with. His lack of experience with our weapons begin to show, and I see Sethos begin to smile.
Call Geb. I whisper. Call him!
How?! Kal El asks.
Stand at center, concentrate! Vanish!
Kal nods and fights on. He feigns weakness and Sethos charges, only for Kal to disappear. He reappears at center. He is whispering the words. I pray with him. The vortex opens, a mixture of water, air and dust.
"NO!" Sethos is outraged and shocked.
The vortex weakens and out steps Kal El, but he is different, I sense it.
"We will finish what we started all those years ago." Kal-El declares softly.
"No," Sethos shakes his head in disbelief. "He can't do that."
"Any true-hearted and honorable son of Krypton can, Sethos," Kal-El says coming toward him. "And that is why none will come to your aid." Kal El crosses his crook and flail over the center of his chest and his eyes glow white, the weapons in hand also enveloped in white glow. "Come."
Sethos attacks, but he is emotional knowing he is going against someone who has bested him in the past. The battle becomes faster, and soon the crook is more of a curved sword and the flail becomes a shield that wraps and threatens to disarm him. "You are not honorable!" he growls in frustration. "You have two weapons!"
Kal El smiles and unites the two sticks. Now the staff is a flail at one end and a crook at the other. The battle rages on and soon they are in the air, their hits and misses rocking the temple, quaking the mountain.
Sethos smiles and flies into the vortex, Kal El after him. The two disappear.
