Tale of The Unlikely Heroes

Chapter 1

"You're dead you fucking bastard!" The voice rang out in Jones's low and raspy rage. The wind stirred as the flames licked at the sky spewing black smoke. The wind tugged at the black hair and cloak of the small elven princess as blood ran down the side of her head and the purple sword glistened and seemed alive as the appearances of the flames cast a liquidy dance on the blade. Next to the princess Elora stood her face still and the sword in her hands glowed a blue aura. In a pile of rubble a small black cat lay unconscious in a small black heap of fur. A sharp laugh burst through the hot and humid air as a voice rang out in the voice of Kilik.

"What? Is that all the chosen ones have to offer? I expected more." The trickster in Kilik's skin scoffed at the three standing warriors.

"Oh I'm just warming up fucker." Jones snarled as a soft, clear voice holding venom floated on the air.

" Silence.... Your words hold nothing but emptiness and fear" Looking up the princess locked eyes with the trickster as Jones yelled out and ran forward and jumped into the air and twirled around bringing a scythe wreathed in flames down to cut Kilik in half. Half lazily the trickster grabbed the scythe and swung it around slamming Jones into the rocks with a thud. Out of breath Jones collapsed for a second as a purple blade erupted out of Kilik's chest in a red spray

"Fool!" Snarled the princess as he laughed at her .

"Pitiful; just pitiful I thought you had honor in battle my dear princess" Kilik said as he stepped forward releasing the flaming scythe with no marks or cuts. The blade came free with a soft squelch as he stepped off it and turned on the princess. Jones shook off the rocks just in time to see the trickster flash out of sight and appear behind Elora and swung the angels own sword into her side. The blade lodged in her side bringing her down to her knees. Slumping to the ground Elora's white hair fell over her face hiding her surprise before she faded into unconsciousness . Gasping and crying out Arya darted forward before Jones was able to grab her. Scrambling to his feet he darted forward quicker than he even thought he could and tossed the elf backwards "No don't" He snapped and turned back in time to see the trickster before he was slammed sideways into the gray rock. His vision swam and blackness crept into the his fuzzy vision. Standing in front of him the dark cloak of the princess fluttered as she held the hilt of her blade in determination. Snarling and laughing at the same time the trickster darted forward his blade coming within inches of the princess before a blinding flash of pure white light enveloped the area. As his vision cleared a tall woman stood in place of Arya, her gold plate armor with the white chain mail underneath and the black cloth and straps shimmered in the sunlight. On her left arm a white shield with golden trim and design rested on her arm which effortlessly held the massive blade up. The golden eyes of the woman glanced at Jones as he noticed the Golden bow for split a second before a pair of shimmering gold and white wings appeared on her back. White hair fluttering in the wind the gold and black sword in her hand glowed a little as she laughed which was the princesses soft and elegant laugh. A small winded gasp came from Jones

"Princess?...." He mumbled as her voice rang out freely and elegantly free from pain.

"This grows weary it's time we stop this child's play" Snarling in frustration the trickster's arms quavered as he pushed down with his full weight against the shield.

"You still can't beat me halo bitch!" Jones laughed before grabbing his side "Better take that back buddy." He said standing with a wobble. A smile crept across Arya's face.

"It's time James, let me show you how a real fight happens" Without a thought her arm brushed the sword aside as she deftly put her sword in its sheathe before grabbing the trickster by his throat.

"It's time for your repentance on the suffering you've caused" She said sweetly. Eyes widening in fear the trickster didn't have time to react before he was slammed into the ground as rocks flew into the sky from the impact. Without blinking she flung him up into the air and drew her sword slashing upwards as the blade became wreathed in electricity as it sliced through bone, sinew, and flesh. The trickster fell to the ground and laughed softly before whispering as he faded.

"This isn't over" Her golden eyes watched as he faded before she flicked the blade off and walked over to Jones and closed her eyes setting her palm on his head. Stilling Jones tensed before relief washed over him as the wounds and aches dissipated.

"What the fuck are you?" He questioned returning to his normal self. Brushing off the snarkiness in his tone she walked over and crouched beside Elora and gently rolled her onto her back. Carefully Arya brushed her hand over the Angels face awakening her eyes while healing her wounds.

"My friend and mental partner you fought bravely" The woman's blue eyes fluttered open as surprised emerged in her features "Arya?" She mumbled. In the background Jones could be heard.

"Two fucking Angels and you're asleep? Come on! Wake up or I'll punt you." He was complaining at Rin who he was prodding with his foot before his leg got pinned to the rocks with a white arrow fletched with swan feathers.

"Shit! What the hell watch it!" He yelled before looking over as he watched Arya pulled Elora to her feet.

"You're still a bitch it seems angel or not" He mumbled before covering his mouth "SHIT!" Chuckling at the same time the women smiled and shook their heads.

"Come on grab the cat" Shaking his head he tugged at the arrow before it pulled from the rock

"I don't want to touch that thing you do it." Walking over Elora stared down at him.

"Jones" Glaring up he held his tongue while reaching down and picking Rin up by a paw. "Jones carry the cat the right way" Arya mumbled without looking. Grumbling he stuffed Rin in Elora's hands before tromping off.