"Don't speak as if you know!" Raven jumped back when the lightning wolf appeared. Now he had two foes? It wasn't like it mattered. What mattered was that look in her eyes when they locked blades. There was something else... something more. And she was holding back. He was ready to dart back in when the wolf howled and grabbed his full attention. He could feel the air hum where the lighting was going to strike... And intercepted it with a flame covered sword. He still felt the pins and needles in his sword arm however.
And that's when the wolf lunged. It wasn't too late. Those words came back at the worst time, and the beast pinned Raven down. In the resulting tackle, Raven lost his grip on the Dragon Fang. With the blade clattering to the ground he looked defenseless. However, he was far from it. He sucked in air and released a large vortex of flame from his mouth. It was the Dragon Roar he'd mastered years ago, blazing at full strength into the wolf spirit. If it didn't force the magical beast to dissipate, it'd be carried high into the air and dropped.
"Is that all the former princess has?" He asked as he rolled to his feet and grabbed the Dragon's Fang. Then he pointed it at her and took a deep breath. He was feeling it, but he could still keep going. "I'd heard your bite was worse than your bark. But here... I'm barely even breaking a sweat. Stop trying to kill me and just do it! Or else you'll die right here, right now."
“I would probably be the best person to understand.” Raz watched the scene play out, expression neutral. The infamous Dragon Slayer Dragon Roar. The beast dissipated as she did not feed it more magic. That was alright, as the wolf beast broke into pixels and disappeared it essentially returned to her. An unexpected cough caused her to cover her mouth with her hand. Violet eyes glanced at the blood splatter on the inside of her palm. Razhiel recalled the long discussion she had after the merge. The spirit had controlled her body for a week before her body collapsed under the strain. It seemed fighting Freya also caused a similar reaction but exponentially faster.
Raven’s words had her looking up once more, arm resting at her side. A raised eyebrow was her response with a familiar grin. “When I bite, you will know. By then it will be too late.” The grin disappeared. A shift in the balance within her. The use of magic, her wounds, and the strength of Freya’s opposition tore at her control until suddenly she was not exactly ‘driving.’ A look of calculation crossed her features as the dragon within her rose to the forefront and with it, power.
Magic flowed underground from her towards Raven. Vines, thick and strong, made of lightning but more refined, more solid, burst from the ground around his feet in the hopes of latching on. At the same time she used an intense bolt of lightning on the tree closest to him, it exploded from the intense heat which created steam inside the trunk thus the explosion. Using that as a diversion, her body itself became lightning. Much faster than last time, body incorporeal as she, a lightning bolt in which her aim was to emerge next to Raven.
Close and personal, Razhiel/Freya would attempt carpe mortem. A hand gripping any exposed skin, neck or arm for example and send a direct, intense jolt through him.
"What...?" Raven saw the change in her face and instantly all instinctual senses began flaring. The hair on the back of his neck rose, and he instantly fell into a defensive stance. Why did he suddenly get the same immense feeling he got when he fought Draco? Pushing that back he focused on her. And that's when he heard it underground. That sizzling noise when water was hot...
He jumped just as the electric tendrils shot up to grab him. However the exploding tree caught him off guard. It sent him tumbling to the ground. But that's when she appeared next to him. So fast...! He opened his mouth, the magic circle forming for a full powered roar. But that's when he heard it in the distance.
"There it is again! Another explosion!"
"This way! Hurry! Tell the others to come in from the west!"
Instead of shooting the attack Raven rolled to the side before she could grab him. On his feet he sheathed his blade. "If you don't want to answer questions you're not ready to face I suggest you leave."
Feeling the build up in magic, she began to prepare her own attack when noise reached both of their ears. Raven rolled away from her and she growled low in response. Razhiel’s head turned in the direction of the voice, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she narrowed them. Humans and their incessant need to interfere. As if we were endangering the population.
Straightening slowly, her body facing the direction of the incoming Templars while her head faced the retreating Raven. She walked to the destroyed trunk of the tree she had exploded. Placing a hand upon the trunk, power flared and the trunk grew until it was once more a towering tree.
"Or I could kill them all." Freya said to the retreating slayer with the undertone of a growl. Her tone was serious enough as if she were giving it true consideration. She was curious if that would give the Slayer pause since he seemed to be running from the approaching figures. Taking a folded piece of paper from her back pocket she placed it upon the thick trunk before her. Long fingered hands smoothing it out and 'pressing' it into the trunk until the paper was now a part of the trunk itself. The 'picture' was actually a wanted flyer with an apt description and a current picture of Razhiel with her short hair. The name attached to it stated Princess Razhiel Takashi.
With a smirk and a wink in Raven's direction, she ran towards the cliff and jumped in a dive, her figure disappearing below the cliff. A bright bolt of lighting from the sky, past the cliff, a loud thunder clap that echoed across the town before silence. It was as if nothing had occurred as she disappeared, a zigzagging stream of light flowed through the clouds.
Razhiel was seething. 'Damn arrogant dragon. Who do you think you are?' Clawing within her own mind, she became claustrophobic. She could feel the pain she caused herself as fists banged against the prison of her own creation. Razhiel did not panic. Than what was she doing now? She felt her own eyes narrow once more as she received a reply. 'Not so fun from that side, is it? This is your own doing. You will pay the consequences... A second of silence. "That Slayer is stronger than you. You may be on a suicide mission but I will kill any Slayer that crosses me, which is essentially you." The last a growl.
Razhiel was falling. Violet orbs widened as she took in the blue sky around her and the ever approaching water beneath her. To her right was Hargeon. Freya had gone radio silent. It seemed she pissed the dragon off enough for her to vacate the pilot seat but that left her in her current situation; falling from the sky into the sea. Razhiel had to reach for her magic. One more time. Just one more. She chanted to herself and swore she heard a quiet laugh from within. Gritting her teeth, she called from above and below magic streaming in each direction as a bolt of lightning rained from above, through her, and hit the water. When the lightning disappeared, she was floating in the water on her back.
A sigh escaped. "Fucking dragons. Haha very funny." Fingers touched the slice down her chest, the water stung on her wounds and they were bleeding. Anyone say sharks. She began swimming towards the shore. On the plus side she was on the opposite side of the port from the cliffs so Razhiel had some time before the Templars figured it out. An image of the tree with her wanted poster permanently affixed to it flashed in her mind. "Damn Dragon." It was a wanted poster she had picked up just within the borders of Fiore. It had originated from Valland. Someone was actively searching for her and was efficient in gathering information.
It hurt to much to swim so she waded in the water, feet kicking below the surface as she stuck her index finger and thumb in her mouth and whistled a few times to the passing sail boat. She belatedly realized her jacket was hanging on the tree branch still and swore. Well, that could have gone a hell of a lot better.
