Classy, Controlled Chaos - The STEAM Team Adventures

🔥 Liquidation [2/8] 🔥

Tia's POV:

Screams of agony pierced through the nighttime sky as Northwynd's harbor went up in flames.

Ships from both Spiritvale and Everhallow were attacking the ports, setting fire to whatever they touched with their black magic.

My mission? Extinguish the flames and cause as many casualties as possible for the opponent. More emphasis on that second part.

With a sense of urgency, I bolted through the boardwalk's vacant merchant lots, sprinting toward the palace.

It seemed as if fire kept sparking out of seemingly nowhere.

I didn't even try hiding my face; That wasn't my concern at the moment.

What I was really worried about was Arthur's safety.

Yes, he had the entirety of the Northwynd royal guard, but I didn't trust them as much as I trusted myself.

I wasn't about to take any chances.

Serfs rushed past me, crying out for help as houses beyond the harbor began to catch fire.

Charging up my frostbreath, I had to focus on my priorities first... Then my moral compass got the best of me.

On my way to the palace, I blasted my icy liquid on anything that seemed flammable, creating a temporary icy sheen to keep anything from bursting into flames.

It was the least I could do in the heat of the moment.

The collar of my coat abruptly started sparking, but luckily, I was running fast enough to not let anything catch fire.

I was surprised I was fast; I wasn't really the most athletic person on my team (at least, in my eyes).

Barging through the double doors of the Northwynd castle, I wielded my RipTrident, prepared to face any enemies.

Luckily, the first horde was served in front of me on a silver platter... Almost as if they were expecting me.

A trio of ghostly pale soldiers came charging at me, their obsidian arming swords aimed at my chest.

Spiritvale warriors are terrible melee fighters.

They clearly had no idea who I was or what I was capable of.

In one quick, fluid motion, I disarmed them with my trident and skewered through them all at once.

To my surprise, they disintegrated into dust on contact.

"Huh, weird." I mumbled, watching their remains drift away. "Are these people real, or?"

"Oh, they are definitely real." I heard Arthur groan from just behind a corner. "And they pack a punch for being so frail..."

"Arthur!" I yelped, recognizing his voice laced with a hint of pain. "Is that really you?"

"Nope, he's dead." The king came walking over, the fabric on his royal robe singed and burnt in some places. "I'm kidding. You okay, Squeakers?"

I knew we were both still in a life-threatening battle, but I still loved when he called me the pet nickname he chose for me. "I'm okay... But what about you? You kinda look like a leopard seal with all those spots."

He gave me a confident grin. "Don't worry, those are just from the warriors that tried to ambush me. No serious burns, kid."

I shook my head, a lighthearted smile spreading across my battle-scarred face. "Nothing can stop a bear like you, and you've already proven it too many times."