A story scene I haven't gotten to yet.
A little scene from my story that I've had a writer's block on... involving Drayos and Lucafira having it out against each other over the past.
(Yes, it seems to cut in mid-storyline, but that's kinda the point.)
"And this character," Dash directed her glance to the white-haired male behind him, "practically saved your life."
She glanced at the young character, a blank stare on her face. "That was nice of him."
He narrowed both his eyes, albeit his silver eye was dead and useless. From beneath the locks of silvery white hair, a hurt, spiteful expression was beginning to form. "Yeah. Too nice of me."
Dash didn't need any sort of metaphysical or psychic sense to feel the hostility brewing in the two young people he was standing inbetween. So he stepped out from the middle of the two, keeping close to Luca, more certain of her short fuse.
But Drayos moved first. "I hate that I've got a blind eye. If I'd been able to see you better, I'd have been more inclined to leave you dead."
Luca raised an insulted eyebrow. "That attitude will get you run through." She was reaching for her sword. "Especially with people like me."
"Oh yeah, I know." Drayos replied with a peculiar coolness. It even caused a shudder to run through Luca. The tone danced with the pitch of revenge. "Ask my father about that. No. Wait. You can't."
"Why do I even care?" Luca scoffed.
"I didn't think you'd remember."
Dash was kept quiet by his curiosity.
She'd had enough of the mocking tone. "Calm your tongue or-"
"Use your sword," Drayos finished bitterly. "It's what you told my dad before that stupid wager. He's the man you killed. Not only that, you're the reason I'm blind in one eye." He grasped at his dagger. "You're the reason for all the misfortune I've had, and I've spent my life hunting you down for it."
She pulled her backsword. "That's cute. A dagger? That thing's not even fit to gut a rotting fish."
He smiled as if he had the upper hand, moving a finger aside and revealing a small, onyx gem resembling two crossed swords. "But is Vengeance fit enough to gut you?"
How many damn stones are there like this in Sage? Dash wondered worriedly.
Luca growled slightly, a fearful sound, then triggered Bane. "Let's see your skill, child!"
Drayos smiled, his silver eye turning black while his blue eye turned grey. "You'll eat those words, then eat my blade, girl." His reply was sarcastically aimed at her nickname for him.
"Both of you!" Dash growled, also a fearful sound. "It was the past!" He had read of legends of Bane and Vengeance: The two forces push upon each other like two positive poles of a magnet. If both forces push for dominance, the wielders simply take the chance of destroying themselves and nothing more.
When the two blades clashed, a horrible burst of energies erupted into a bomb of violet onyx. Luca rolled and Drayos fell backwards, both seeming to smash into an invisible wall created by the powers within their respective stones. Both managed back to their feet with minimal effort, rushing at each other once again.
Luca swung towards Drayos' blind side, but he caught her with his hand, flinging her with such force she fell to the ground. He pointed his blade at her and forced her into Vengeance's control. His eyes were empty and his voice sounded dead. "No one escapes Vengeance. Not even you... especially not you." He tightened his grip on his dagger, and Luca began gasping as if the life was being choked from her.
"Come on, Luca," he taunted, "this is just how it was years ago... you managed then. Manage it now."
She clutched Bane and shrieked furiously, swinging her arm around. She forced Vengeance's pull off her, rolling back onto her feet. "Let's make my count two, shall we?" She pointed her free hand at him, his whole body turning a dark purple hue.
Drayos looked visibly shocked--he couldn't control Vengeance simply with his hands the way she handled Bane. Then again, he had Vengeance a relatively short amount of time.
Luca pointed at the ground, and Drayos found himself forcefully pushed downward. She tightened her fist, successfully forcing him still. Grasping Bane tightly in her left hand, she started towards her paralyzed prey, smirking. "Gonna follow in Daddy's footsteps, are you? Like father, like son."
Vengeance flickered and the purple around Drayos turned into a bloody black. Dropping his dagger, he instead physically went for her throat with his hands, growling with animal-like ferocity. "What're you hiding in that twisted mind of yours?" He stared at her intently with his blind eye, laughing quietly. "My left eye may be blind to the living world, but it sees everything in the metaphysical... let's see what you're afraid of."
She threw him back, but not before he caught the sight he was looking for. Grasping Vengeance once again, he directed it downward and drew an imaginary line around her. Flames erupted up from the line he'd traced.
"Fear the fire, do you?" He paced around her casually. "Now you're learning what Vengeance does."
She spun around searching for an exit but found none. In panic, she spun again, twirling Bane madly through the blackened fire, cutting herself a path. The two locked blades again, slashing and tearing apart at each other until both streamed with blood and labored to breathe.
"Enough is enough!" A voice finally boomed from overhead. Even Dash heard this, and visibly cowered a bit. What had he missed inside of that horrible battlefield?
The two fighters, unaware of just how horribly they were faring, each looked up at the sky fearfully.
"Have neither of you any sense?" The voice echoed again. "You two dare to kill yourselves over something that transpired years upon years ago? You two dare to take gifts bestowed upon yourselves to use as weapons for spite?"
Neither looked as if they thought their powers to be a gift.
"Instead of using these gifts to correct the evils of the world, you simply wish to create more. No more! It is unacceptable. Learn to use them properly, or you will lose them! We have spoken!"
A large bolt of lightning tore into the energy dome that had surrounded both young fighters. When the dust settled, Dash saw both lying upon the ground, bloodied and battered. Paralyzed momentarily by what had occurred, he looked up at the sky, now calm, and looked utterly overwhelmed. The gods themselves had spoken.
He snapped out of it and made his way to the fallen pair.
(Yes, it seems to cut in mid-storyline, but that's kinda the point.)
"And this character," Dash directed her glance to the white-haired male behind him, "practically saved your life."
She glanced at the young character, a blank stare on her face. "That was nice of him."
He narrowed both his eyes, albeit his silver eye was dead and useless. From beneath the locks of silvery white hair, a hurt, spiteful expression was beginning to form. "Yeah. Too nice of me."
Dash didn't need any sort of metaphysical or psychic sense to feel the hostility brewing in the two young people he was standing inbetween. So he stepped out from the middle of the two, keeping close to Luca, more certain of her short fuse.
But Drayos moved first. "I hate that I've got a blind eye. If I'd been able to see you better, I'd have been more inclined to leave you dead."
Luca raised an insulted eyebrow. "That attitude will get you run through." She was reaching for her sword. "Especially with people like me."
"Oh yeah, I know." Drayos replied with a peculiar coolness. It even caused a shudder to run through Luca. The tone danced with the pitch of revenge. "Ask my father about that. No. Wait. You can't."
"Why do I even care?" Luca scoffed.
"I didn't think you'd remember."
Dash was kept quiet by his curiosity.
She'd had enough of the mocking tone. "Calm your tongue or-"
"Use your sword," Drayos finished bitterly. "It's what you told my dad before that stupid wager. He's the man you killed. Not only that, you're the reason I'm blind in one eye." He grasped at his dagger. "You're the reason for all the misfortune I've had, and I've spent my life hunting you down for it."
She pulled her backsword. "That's cute. A dagger? That thing's not even fit to gut a rotting fish."
He smiled as if he had the upper hand, moving a finger aside and revealing a small, onyx gem resembling two crossed swords. "But is Vengeance fit enough to gut you?"
How many damn stones are there like this in Sage? Dash wondered worriedly.
Luca growled slightly, a fearful sound, then triggered Bane. "Let's see your skill, child!"
Drayos smiled, his silver eye turning black while his blue eye turned grey. "You'll eat those words, then eat my blade, girl." His reply was sarcastically aimed at her nickname for him.
"Both of you!" Dash growled, also a fearful sound. "It was the past!" He had read of legends of Bane and Vengeance: The two forces push upon each other like two positive poles of a magnet. If both forces push for dominance, the wielders simply take the chance of destroying themselves and nothing more.
When the two blades clashed, a horrible burst of energies erupted into a bomb of violet onyx. Luca rolled and Drayos fell backwards, both seeming to smash into an invisible wall created by the powers within their respective stones. Both managed back to their feet with minimal effort, rushing at each other once again.
Luca swung towards Drayos' blind side, but he caught her with his hand, flinging her with such force she fell to the ground. He pointed his blade at her and forced her into Vengeance's control. His eyes were empty and his voice sounded dead. "No one escapes Vengeance. Not even you... especially not you." He tightened his grip on his dagger, and Luca began gasping as if the life was being choked from her.
"Come on, Luca," he taunted, "this is just how it was years ago... you managed then. Manage it now."
She clutched Bane and shrieked furiously, swinging her arm around. She forced Vengeance's pull off her, rolling back onto her feet. "Let's make my count two, shall we?" She pointed her free hand at him, his whole body turning a dark purple hue.
Drayos looked visibly shocked--he couldn't control Vengeance simply with his hands the way she handled Bane. Then again, he had Vengeance a relatively short amount of time.
Luca pointed at the ground, and Drayos found himself forcefully pushed downward. She tightened her fist, successfully forcing him still. Grasping Bane tightly in her left hand, she started towards her paralyzed prey, smirking. "Gonna follow in Daddy's footsteps, are you? Like father, like son."
Vengeance flickered and the purple around Drayos turned into a bloody black. Dropping his dagger, he instead physically went for her throat with his hands, growling with animal-like ferocity. "What're you hiding in that twisted mind of yours?" He stared at her intently with his blind eye, laughing quietly. "My left eye may be blind to the living world, but it sees everything in the metaphysical... let's see what you're afraid of."
She threw him back, but not before he caught the sight he was looking for. Grasping Vengeance once again, he directed it downward and drew an imaginary line around her. Flames erupted up from the line he'd traced.
"Fear the fire, do you?" He paced around her casually. "Now you're learning what Vengeance does."
She spun around searching for an exit but found none. In panic, she spun again, twirling Bane madly through the blackened fire, cutting herself a path. The two locked blades again, slashing and tearing apart at each other until both streamed with blood and labored to breathe.
"Enough is enough!" A voice finally boomed from overhead. Even Dash heard this, and visibly cowered a bit. What had he missed inside of that horrible battlefield?
The two fighters, unaware of just how horribly they were faring, each looked up at the sky fearfully.
"Have neither of you any sense?" The voice echoed again. "You two dare to kill yourselves over something that transpired years upon years ago? You two dare to take gifts bestowed upon yourselves to use as weapons for spite?"
Neither looked as if they thought their powers to be a gift.
"Instead of using these gifts to correct the evils of the world, you simply wish to create more. No more! It is unacceptable. Learn to use them properly, or you will lose them! We have spoken!"
A large bolt of lightning tore into the energy dome that had surrounded both young fighters. When the dust settled, Dash saw both lying upon the ground, bloodied and battered. Paralyzed momentarily by what had occurred, he looked up at the sky, now calm, and looked utterly overwhelmed. The gods themselves had spoken.
He snapped out of it and made his way to the fallen pair.