“What did you do?” Neith inquires, keeping her large round eyes trained on Freya as she wonders where Sky has disappeared to.
“She was a threat…she was a threat to the plan,” Freya replies, her eyelashes twitching like a malfunctioning animatronic. “I had to remove her from the board.”
“She's alive then?”
Freya's nonverbal response is loud enough for Neith to spare a moment of relief as she is grateful that for the moment she can focus on what is currently in front of her instead of worrying too much about the condition of her best friend.
Meanwhile, Casey tilts his head, taking the chance to make a joke to buy them some time. “Please tell me you like to monologue because I need an exposition dump right about…now.”
“Casey!”
“What?”
Neith simply rolls her eyes, ignoring the whiny voice of the cherub looking boy. “If you're going to kill any of us, by the gods, take him first.”
“Okay, seriously, what is your-” Casey pupils dilate as his brain starts making calculations too fast for him to properly acknowledge. “Alright, I've got the Ward, let's get out of here.”
“Music to my ears.” Without warning Neith lands a spinning kick on Freya, empowering her attack with her Terraforma Blood trait, doubling her strength and durability.
In the end Freya is thrown through the air but her landing is cushioned by three unfortunate humans, her wings spread eagled like a pair of giant bat wings.
Back on her feet she grips her side, her injuries swiftly catching up to her after going up against a heavy hitter like Hunter and now having to fight another with comparable strength.
“If I were you I'd stay down.”
“I always wanted my own magic. It was so pretty and I…I was jealous of you. Of all of you.” Freya spits out the blood in her mouth from biting down too hard, straightening her posture as her wings fold against her back. “But I was wrong. I was very wrong.”
“Neith…”
“Now I truly understand how weak you all are. Even with powers, you're still stuck in second, first me and now Sky. That's got to suck no?”
“She's just trying to get to you!” Topher yells, pointing out the obvious because he can see how much those words riled up Neith.
However, it's too late, she sprints up to Freya and sucker punches her in the stomach, jabbing her with well placed attacks she learned from years of training under her father.
Up till now Freya's been fighting against opponents who rely on their abilities or their naturally overwhelming strength but Neith has something she doesn't and that is skill, combining her power with years of intense sparring experience that allow her to out manoeuvre the Fury.
Freya swings wildly but her claws bounce off the scales covering Neith's arms, opening herself up to an uppercut that forces her back into the wall.
Casey gets too close when he starts worrying about the fight escalating further, his awareness of the danger their powers pose to the sick and injured civilians becoming too loud for him to ignore. “Dude, that's enough!”
Freya takes action now that the opportunity she was waiting for is served up to her on a silver platter, rapidly extending her left wing to whack Casey through a glass door.
He’d become the biggest threat to her as soon as he discovered a way to escape the barrier but directly challenging him without knowing any of their powers is a mistake she chose to avoid.
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The Initials | Nanowrimo 2023
Fantasy[Book 1 in the Displaced Angels Series] "You took the life of my best friend, made her life a living hell...so I took your building and everything inside, and turned it into ash." °°° Being abducted the first time was already crazy enough, but twice...
