Ophelia's pov
When I reached the building I put my wings away before rounding the corner with my mother's sword held high. It was met with a netherite sword held by my father.
"Ah. There she is. And with a striking new look." I shouted in frustration and spun around attempting to hit him again but he was quick and he blocked that attack too. "Come on. We both know you're not going to get anywhere without using your powers."
"Nice try." I said sternly as I jumped back and ran at him again. "But I'm not that stupid." Our swords collided again and we began to properly fight. After a while I managed to cut his left shoulder but this left me open to an attack which he gladly took. He slashed my stomach and I crumbled in pain but I refused to give up. I quickly pulled myself together and attempted to attack him again but the searing pain in my stomach weekend me and he easily knocked my sword out of my hands and pinned me to the wall.
"See how easy that was?" He said getting close to me. I tried to squirm but he had both my hands pinned down on either side of me and pushed his knee across my legs so I couldn't kick my way out of the current situation.
"Fuck you!" I spat at him. He just laughed.
"Use that emotion! Use your powers so I can control you!" He laughed maniacally.
"Never!" He was about to speak again but was cut off by the feeling of an axe being placed against his neck.
Jschlatt's pov
"The Manburg troops are in position." I said to E while sitting in my chair at the white house. The war was about to begin.
"Including that boy with the mask?" He questioned calmly. I simply nodded before standing up on wobbly feet to go and join my troops.
"Where do you think you're going?" E spoke from behind me as he also stood from his seat.
"I'm the president of this great nation, I must join the fight." I said trying to walk away again. I was immediately stopped by the harsh feeling of a foot impacting with my back. I was knocked off my already unsteady feet, and landed face first on the ground. I groaned as I heard him let out a loud laugh.
"President? You're no president! A president is a leader! Not a worthless drunk who thinks he can do whatever he wants!" He shoved my body with his foot, turning me over to face him.
"What are you doing E!?" I slurred out.
"I didn't just come here for my daughter Schlatt." He spat my name like it was garbage. "I'm also here on behalf of the clan." He said smirking.
"What?" I asked confused. I was only one step away from joining the clan. All I had to do was kill my son before he came of age and I was about to do that on the battle field. He leaned down close to my face.
"The clan would never accept a disgraceful low-life like you. You are nothing and no one. The clan was just using you to do their dirty work." He stood back up. "As was I." The last thing I saw was his foot headed for my face before everything went black. When I finally woke up I felt exactly as he had said. Worthless. So I did the best thing I could think of. I went and got a drink.
Dream's pov
"Let. Her. Go." I deadpanned as I held my axe to Ophelia's fathers neck from behind. He was currently pinning her to the wall of a building. He huffed, annoyed, before finally releasing her amd knocking my axe back. Ophelia quickly dove to pick up her sword, which was layed out on the ground on the other side of her father. She then stood up, gripping her stomach, and stared at her father with hate. We stood on opposite sides of the man as he eyed us furiously.
"You think that just because your boyfriends here you can defeat me!?!" He shouted. He was loosing his composure.
"As long as you don't cowardly run away again." I spoke as Ophelia and I simultaneously lunged forward at him. He was able to dodge us both with ease but we both quickly regained our balance and continued attacking him. If he wasn't such an asshole I'd be amazed at how easily he could not only avoid both our attacks but also counter attack. I lunged at him attempting to strike his arm but was met with a fist to the face, cracking my mask. He then turned around and kicked Ophelia in the stomach. She doubled over in pain from being hit in the still open wound.
"Ophelia!" I screamed as I ran at her father with my axe raised. He blocked my attack with his sword and pushed me back. I fell to the ground with a thud and was about to get up again when I felt a painful pressure on my chest. The pressure increased.
"AAAGGGHH!!" I wailed as her father pushed his black combat boot further into my chest.
"Stop!" Ophelia shouted as she tried to stand.
"Make me! Use your powers and stop me!" He yelled back.
"No! I won't give you what you want!" She stumbled forward and collapsed.
"Then both of you will die! If you don't activate your powers you won't heal. And that's one nasty cut you've got there." I tried to push his foot off my chest, angered at his words.
"You basta-" I struggled out as he pushed his foot down again.
"I'm going to kill him Ophelia." He spoke eerily. "And the only way you can stop me is if you give in."
"You control your powers Ophelia!" I shouted before her father slashed my arm with his sword muttering a stern 'shut it'.
"You can do this! I know you ca-AAGGHH!" I was cut of by her father yet again when he stabbed my upper thigh with his netherite sword.
"Dream!!" Ophelia shrieked trying to stand again.
"I know you can do it because I love you!! I love you Ophel-UUUGGGHH!!!" This time he stabbed me in my arm right where he had cut me earlier.
"I said SHUT IT!!" Her father roared. Be both turned though when we heard an actual roar. One of a dragon. Ophelia stood there with her wings spread and her tail swinging slowly. Her eyes were glowing a deep dark purple and here injuries were slowly healing themselves. Her father released me and started walking towards Ophelia with a smile on his face.
"YES! FINALLY YOU'VE COME TO YOUR SENSES!" He cheered. I quickly sat up, ignoring the searing pain, and shuffled over to the wall of the building so I could sit against it. I then dug through my inventory and began to down healing potions.
"Now. Kill him." My head snapped up towards the man who spoke and I swore to myself internally.
"Ok." Ophelia deadpanned as her father turned to face me, a smirk spread across his face.
I'm so fucked.
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