Wyrd Calling

Standing her ground.

I stood firm and gathered the cool shadow energies around me, my fingertips tingling as the smooth shadows wrapped around my hands and gathered just behind me. The atmosphere quickly became charged with all of the energies as they built at such a rapid pace. He was trying to bring together his own fire and earth energies. His underlings hung back a little as he took his time strolling over to me. Draconics were about respect. His underlings wouldn’t dare interfere for fear of feeling their leader’s wrath. I smirked, keeping my heart-rate low and breathing steady. I had to keep as much control as I could muster. That deep bass tone rumbled in his throat as his eyes wandered over every inch of my body. My skin crawled under that disgusting gaze. We all knew exactly what was going through his mind.

The scrawny blond seemed to have changed, but given the lack of light I couldn't be entirely sure. I swore his hair was slightly darker, longer, and his build was a little heavier. I ignored him and returned my focus to my real problem, his boss. He was getting close to me now, his eyes fixed on mine as his energies sat in his hands and around my feet, like heavy boulders. I tilted my head a little, smiling sweetly. His lips curled, and his eyes sparked – he hadn't decided whether to break me or sell me. I had to take advantage of that. I was worth more money to be sold, but I'd betrayed and upset him. Draconics really don't take kindly to that. Taking a deep breath, I took my chance, shutting down my conscious mind. I had to move entirely to instinct. To think would just slow me down and force me into making mistakes. I couldn't afford such a luxury.

I moved quickly as I pulled the shadows around me, wrapping them tight like a cloak. They felt like a beautiful oil slick, smooth and cool, familiar and comforting. I knew this would hide me visually. Not completely, but enough to give me some help. It was a big risk. If he figured out my control over the shadows, then I’d be in far more trouble than I was. Shadow dancers were a rare thing, and they weren’t liked, but I didn’t see another option. His eyes lowered as he began scouring the area by the tree, looking for me. I paused a moment.

If I moved straight away, he'd catch sight of me again and I'd lose some of my new advantage. I felt him gather his energies tighter into his hands before he swung at the tree behind me. I darted to the side, feeling the rush of air as his fist went by my cheek. His fist hit the tree with a sickening thud and crunch, causing the huge ash tree to shake and wobble. He paused, waiting for my reaction as he looked slightly away from me I shot forwards, kicking his hip with the heel of my foot before hitting his lower jaw with my fist. I stepped back, staying slightly behind him, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when he wasn't particularly fazed. Shrugging it off I continued my assault. He was twice my size. I had to depend on speed and agility rather than brute strength.

It didn't take him long to turn on his heel and land a heavy punch to my ribs, and once he'd found me he didn't let go. I danced and spun, ducking and diving trying to avoid his hard blows while landing my own. Something in the back of my mind was thinking this image was wrong, but I ignored it, dancing to my left before kicking his ribs and risking my balance to stretch and kick his throat. A guttural groan told me I'd hit my mark and finally had half a chance. I was growing sore and tired. It felt as though he'd caused a good bit of damage to my own poor body. I needed to finish this. My kicks had been enough to throw his balance. He stretched forwards trying to grab my throat. Hitting his arm aside I used my other fist to hit his lower jaw, then something changed. He went flying sideways and landed with a sickening crunch. Confusion flooded my mind. There was no-one else there, what the…!?

Blinking, I lowered my body, preparing to attack this other person, then I realised it was that scrawny blond. He stood looking at me, with his arms crossed and a rather sickening smile on his face. His voice was smooth as silk and arrogant as they come.

"Thought you could do with a hand."

I dove forwards aiming to pin him by his throat to the closest hard object. He stepped back and accepted it, not even a glimmer of fight from him. Instead, a very soft purr edged out past his lips as he looked down into my eyes, an odd spark held within them.