A/N - If you read the last chapter, then you'll understand what's happening. If you didn't, here's what's going on. Right now Lily is telling Aiden her backstory, and last chappie I made it her point of view as a flashback, but she's still telling her story to Aiden. If you're confused, I don't know how to simplify much more. So let's get back to spinning this yarn!
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(Lily's POV)
I charge forward, my legs pumping hard as I sprint up to hill. They just ignore me, totally nonchalant about me hurtling towards them. I wonder why. I get to the top of the hill, and throw a knuckle punch at the left person's right arm, hoping to hit hard enough to numb it. It doesn't make it. Somehow my fist just misses him. I do a roundhouse kick at the right person's head, and I miss again, sweeping right over.
What is going on? I can't even touch them.
They cackle in unison, "Well little girl, are you done playing warrior with us yet?" Though I can only see their eyes, I bet they're smirking at me right now, oh so sure that I was just another weak little girl. Well, they are dead wrong, 'cause that's not how I am.
I mock them, "Why am I even trying to hit you? You're just a waste of my time. Besides, I think there's someone right behind you that needs more help then you do, so if you could excuse me could you move a bit to the left?"
They look at each other, and seem to have a silent argument, which after a while the person on the left seems to win it. He turns to me. "Obviously not, and outsiders are not allowed here, so die little girl." They toss off their cloaks, revealing their true appearances.
The one on the left was actually a woman, but she had her neon purple hair tied up in a high ponytail with thorns, obviously very stupid about the............prickly quality of thorns. She wore a galaxy tank top underneath a black leather jacket with metal spikes mounted on the shoulder pads, her dark blue jean shorts covered with indecipherable symbols. And to top it all off she wore some sort of shoe that had the letters N-I-K-E inscribed into it. Altogether quite an odd assortment of clothing.
The man on the right had blonde hair, with an army style crew cut. His clothing of choice was a bit more normal, but sort of old fashioned. He wore a forest green over tunic with an archer's hood, covering a long black tunic. This was all put into place with a dull brass armor belt, studded with small fluorescent jewels. His lower half consisted of hickory brown leather breeches and worn tawny leather boots.
I snap back to reality. Lily, don't get sidetracked, not when the woman is shaping a ball of blue fire in her hand and the man is slipping out daggers from his leather boots. They look like a formidable team, but you can take them on. They half to have some sort of weakness. But don't forget their captive, that's what you came over here for.
I slip out some poison darts from the bottom of my sandals, then position myself into a back stance. I snarl at the pair, "You don't know who you're messing with." They throw their heads back and laugh uproariously in unison, then settle down into their own battle positions. "You child don't know who you are messing with."
They launch themselves forward, the air left behind them shimmering ever so slightly. Wait, that's it! I dart forward, seemingly about to crash into them, before I dodge left around them, and jump into the shimmering air. "Ha! I have to force field now, and you don't." They just start snickering and whispering comments that I just cannot make out. I can feel my face growing red. "Well? What are you doing over there? If you want a fight, I'm over here you great nincompoops!"
