Kataklysm:- The Crown of Fury

Eve I

"HEY! CHAMPIONS! I HEARD THERES SOME SORTA PARTY GOIN' ON! WHERE WAS MY INVITE?!"

"What the hell are you doing?!" Shouted the silver haired man. He was looking out of the hole down at Eve.

"Dunno. Heard some champions where visiting the tower. Might be a good time to thin the competition I guess. Two birds with one stone. Literally."

She flicked her dusty blonde hair, away from her face, clenching her fist. She raised it and ripped a segment of the ground up with her power. It floated a few feet to her right. She threw her hand in the direction of the stranger.

The rock hurtled towards him.

"Nobody is killing anyone here!" A soft girls voice shouted.

The rock hit something solid, it's shattered, erupting into a ball of blue fire.

"Oooh fancy trick." Eve smiled, it had been a while since she fought someone who actually knew how to properly use their power.

The man stood in the tower stared at her.

"What ya looking at, perv?"

"Huh? Perv?! NO! It's just. You're not a Child of the Apocalypse...nor are you a Draconic cultist."

"Nope I'm not." She readied another ball of earth.

"Can we talk this out instead of fighting...?" The red head said as she appeared above.

"Why? Fighting is fun."

"No. It's not. Now I've got your attention. What do you require? There must be some reason you attacked us."

Tremor appeared through a molehill behind Eve.

I leave you alone for one minute and you start attacking people...and destroying a historical building.

"Hey, they're rivals! A preemptive strike is a great way of taking threats out before they can fight back."

"What do you mean threats?!" The girl shouted.

Eve sighed. She jumped. Two pillars of mud shot out of the ground, supporting her weight. She willed them to climb to the same floor as the two mages. She got a good look at the young lady and slightly older man. The silver haired man had scars over his face and rugged features. His eyes where bright blue.

"You're hot." Eve said, winking at the younger girl.

"Wha? Hey this isn't..." She was blushing.

Eve blurted out in a fit of laughter. "So you wanna solve this with words? Now tell me why I'd do that instead of bringing this whole building down on top of you?"

"Because that would be irresponsible and stupid." Said the guy.

"You're not much of a democratic type, are ya?"

"Nah, not really. I'm more the ass kicking type than the talking type."

"Oh same! So uhhh. You single, cutie?" Eve smiled, looking the girl up and down.

"J...just shut up! Why are you trying to kill us?!" She was visibly irritated, Eve thought it was sort of cute.

"Tell me to shut up then ask questions...what...? Well, you're champions, are you not?"

"What does that matter to you?"

"Dunno it's just if I kill you now, won't have to do it later."

The man nodded. "I see...you're a champion too..."

"Wouldn't say champion, more like future queen." Eve flicked her hair.

"You are a bit of a cocky bitch." The redhead clenched her fist, her voice was stern and flat.

"Hey, that's not th-" a force pushed against her exposed midriff, knocking her off balance, pain shot through her body. She tumbled off the pillars supporting her.

Eve raised her hand as she fell, the ground caught her, knocking the wind out of her. She let her power go, gently lowering the column of mud she summoned until it reached ground level.

We should retreat. Her mole companion chattered, he was stood close by.

"Retreat isn't in my vocabulary."

Yes it is. You just said it.

"Oh come on! I didn't mean that I couldn't actually SAY it...but yeah guess you're right." She looked back up the tower. "See ya later, babe!" She shouted.

Eve looked around for an exit. Guards would be here in no time, not that she couldn't fight them but she wasn't a fan of legal harassment.

She noticed a drain nearby. She waved her hand over the ground, it parted, revealing a sewer. She hopped in an resealed the gap overhead with a couple of hand gestures.

Tremor dug his way down through a nearby wall.

That didn't go as well as you wanted it to, did it?

"Nope but it was fun! Can't wait to tell airhead about this one!"

I do not think Xi Ru would appreciate you destroying historical monuments.

"We don't have to tell him about that part...."

Eve checked her skin for injuries. She remembered her midriff. Her usual pale brown skin was burnt a bright pink.

"Oh. She left me with a little love bite."

I don't think a third degree burn is a sign of love.

"No, it's not." Eve noticed the slightly wet ground below her feet. She grabbed a handful of the cool mud and pressed it into the wound, cooling it, a sense of relief and slight pain came over her.

Good way to get an infection, that.

"Healing magic isn't exactly my strong point."

Tremor waddled over, he closed his eyes and the mud glowed a golden brown. It turned sticky, sealing the burnt skin.

Lucky you. It's clean. That should help. Just make sure you don't do anything stupid to hurt yourself more...

"Can't promise that." Eve wrapped her cream cloak around her midriff, covering up any visual evidence of the previous fight.

So what's the plan now?

"Well, is say track those two and kill them but that can wait. We have more pressing matters now."

Such as? You repaired that old house you destroyed.

"That was a joke!"

I do not understand surface dwellers comedy....pretty sure destroying an old mans house is not funny.

"I thought it was funny." She shrugged.

You would.

"On the real, I think we should catch up with Airhead, I overheard something whilst I was using my mana to spy on those two."

And that would be?

"Apparently there's a way to win the Inauguration without killing. Snowy back there said there was a loophole."

Snowy?

"Yeah the dude from the north. Guess he's an ice or water mage with hair like that."

One would assume so, we're going to accept Xi Rus invitation then?

"Guess so, better one ally than none. Next stop, Mistlemyre."

Great...I don't like swamps....