The Descendants; The Return of the Unnamed

They needed more numbers

Eclipse Dawn ducked and dodged under swings of darkness and entrails of faceless ones as they tore their bodies apart to defend the godly souls possessing them. She wasn't there to fight the Faceless Ones. She was there to fight Mevolant. She was there to kill Mevolant. As she approached him, sword loose at her side, he turned to face her. He raised his own weapon, prepared to strike down the attacker effortlessly. His strong-held features slackened at the sight of her.

"Eclipse." He uttered her name in a broken voice, haunted by memories. "But you were dead. The mortals, they killed you."

"I'm alive in this dimension father. Whatever has happened in the other dimension has not happened here. I'm alive." She repeated to him and he pulled her into a hug. She griped him back tightly, preparing herself. Just as she felt him relax into her, she whispered into his ear. "There is nothing quite as strong as the love a father has for his daughter."

And with that, she pushed her sword through his back and felt the life leaking from his body as he wheezed. She stepped back to look into his eyes and shock lived there. And betrayal. "Not even the love of a daughter for her father." She said emotionlessly and waited to watch the life leave from his eyes as she sliced upwards and his upper body peeled away in two bloody halves of gore.

Once she was sure he was dead she unleashed herself upon the rest of the crowd, aiming for the non-possessed followers and soldiers. As she struck them down like an axeman cuts down the trees for wood, she encountered Azealia again, tearing through Faceless Ones atop her Hell hound.

Azealia felt the rushes of adrenaline through her and her heartbeat was racing sky high as she sent her magic in pulsing waves, destroying the beings in her path. Kill the shell and you kill the soul. She hated to admit that a part of her was enjoying the rush. She knew if the adrenaline wasn't present she'd be frozen with fear, but the thrill was too overpowering for her sensible side to peek through. A Faceless One thrust out its intestine and it wrapped around her neck, about to retract and either pull her with it or snap her spine. But before Azealia could react a stream of flame seared past her as Aria Shade and Sapphire swooped over the battlegrounds.

"Thanks!" she called above the roar of death.

"Watch your own arse next time, Azealia!" Aria called down at her and she grinned back.

"I had it covered!"

"Sure, you did." The Australian Elder rolled her eyes and gripped the spines on Sapphires back tighter as they climbed high into the sky and nose-dived back down, spiraling and breathing fire over the possessed as they went. Aria yelled a battle cry of delight at the rush it brought her and she laughed in joy as they pulled up last second and she let her own power loose on the enemies.

"Leave a few for us, why don't you, girls!" Dexter chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"The early bird catches the worm, you guys." She called back at the two Dead Men.

"I'm a firm believer of the phrase, the steady snail wins the race," Saracen replied as he took out another Faceless One with an arrow.

"How's that working for you, Saracen?" Dexter smirked as he shot his energy beams through four possessed at once.

"Show off." The older-looking man pouted.

"Bet you can't take out ten with one stream, Dexter!" Elder Shade raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a challenge, Shade?" he laughed and aimed his beam, sending it sizzling through ten possessed.

"Not bad, but watch this!" she said and stood on Sapphire's scaly back as the dragon leveled out and tucked her powerful legs under her to get close to the ground. They glided along, and Aria unleashed her fire in an explosion that claimed at least twenty possessed bodies.

"I think she won, Dex." Saracen teased.

"Shut up. If I see you taking out at least half as I did at once I'll kiss you!" he shot back. The blonde man looked back in confusion to see Saracen lining up five arrows in his bow. "What are you doing, old man?"

"It's a magic bow, Dexter." Saracen grinned victoriously as he pulled back the string and let the arrows fly. As he expected, they all met their target. "It never misses."

Aria Shade cackled at him as she circled the field, Sapphire breathing hellfire down upon their enemies.

"Shut up, Shade." Vex rolled his eyes.

"Now, now, is that any way to speak to an Elder?" she quipped.

"Where's my kiss, Darling?" Saracen puckered his lips.

"I'll get you a kiss, don't you worry." He shot back and plucked a possessed woman who had split her tongue into seven and stretched it out to use as whips. On his return path over Saracen, Cian rolled over in the sky and Dexter squeezed his thighs to hold on tight to the dragon as he hung upside down and thrust the possessed woman at Saracen's face.

The man screeched as he passed under Dexter and shoved the flailing woman back down to earth where she fell into the sea of Faceless Ones. "What the hell!?"

The man laughed deeply and shrugged. "You asked for a kiss. I thought she was rather pretty. She looked like she could have been good at the French style."

As the men bantered behind her Aria observed the turning tides beneath her. There were just too many possessed. They were strong, and they were advancing. She glimpsed Eclipse Dawn, a swordswoman she'd heard of, as a Faceless Ones tore through her chest cavity and ripped out her heart. She was dead.

More and more of their soldiers were dying. She saw Caelen, the obsessive, stalking, women-killing vampire as his jaws were pulled apart, and his throat was torn out. Sabine, the leech, went down with a sickening series of cracks as the heavy body of Tesseract, the Russian assassin, was hauled into her. There were many others that Aria didn't know the names of. But there were too many losses. They needed more numbers. They needed something else to even the odds, or they'd all die.