Long Live The Queen|Published

Thirteen

Elora's ears rung violently. Flames crackled around as hands shook her.

She gasped as her hearing came back in a rush and saw Beatrice leaning over her. A wound along Bea's hairline bled and she knew her body was looking rough as well.

The women's hands clasped and they hauled each other up.

"Where'd the attack come from?" Elora spat as she began marching towards the chaos.

"Came outta nowhere. No way it came from the woods," Beatrice fell into step with the Witch.

"Air strike, they have witches-"

Elora felt heat coming up behind them fast and yanked Beatrice behind her.

Her glowing hand sliced through the air and the two watched as a ball of fire was thrown off its course.

Yellow eyes zeroed in on a tall witch getting ready to attack.

She heard clothes tearing and knew Beatrice shifted. Elora shifted her stance, ready to fight.

"Elemental witch." Elora muttered to the now six foot Lycan.

Elora took a breath before a surge of energy left her fist, shooting at the enemy. She fired relentlessly to disorient her.

Around them madness ensued at the sight. Hellhounds and Lycans teaming up to take the feral wolves suddenly flooding the camp.

The Elemental barely dodged her attack and Beatrice swiftly lunged.

Elora quickly timed her attacks for when Beatrice recoiled. The powerful witch ate up the distance, knowing the second the elemental found her moment Bea would be toast.

Elora began sprinting, grunting as she pushed power into her foot and propelled herself off of debris. Elora cackled as she launched herself over Beatrice's shoulders and threw a well-timed punch at the fellow witch.

It was a demented game of leap frog.

Elora blocked her right hook. Beatrice had sliced her stomach- slowing her down.

The elemental shrieked in anger as the two went at it hand to hand. Elora blocking every punch and surging her knee into her wound.

Suddenly Elora wrapped a forearm around her neck, yanking her down to her lap and snapping her neck.

It was so violent blood splattered her cheeks, yet she was unbothered.

The body dropped like a bag of rocks and Elora grinned when she saw two knives strapped to her thighs.

"I want these," she growled while unsheathing then greedily.

"Good job team," Elora giggled while holding out her not bloody elbow for a makeshift high five.

Beatrice got over her initial shock, having torn apart plenty of people herself and knocked her elbow against Elora's.

"Let's find my boys," Elora licked her lips as she picked her next victims.
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Demetrius didn't flinch as he ripped a wolves trachea from its body.

He rolled his eyes as he avoided shifting. Elora had dressed him, he didn't want to ruin the clothes.

Malakai and Lucas flanked his sides. He caught sight of demonic Elio taking on dozens of wolves and a witch.

"We help Elio, then find your sister!" Demetrius yelled over the shrieks of pain.

"You think he needs help?" Lucas scoffed as he made a hand gesture. A wooden staff produced from his palm.