"I regret to inform you that we… haven't found him. I'm afraid he covers his tracks far too well. The Savencroner is simply untraceable by normal means, Your Majesty."
He bowed his head. He did so politely. His hands rested at his sides as his stature held all the proper etiquette suitable for The Royal Aegis. However, the Queen of Salynthra had sighed and simply turned her head away.
"Such courage, that one…" She muttered, bitterly with a deep intake of breath.
The Elven Queen then leaned back in her throne. Soon to direct her gaze to Ser Talon of Mor Vendrel. A smile peaked out across her lips as she had watched him stand up straight.
"Even when alone you choose to bow to me… How polite." She teased, brushing her fingers together as she intertwined them with each hand pressing palms together as they rested onto her lap.
He scoffed, shrugging a brow.
"Even when alone. I would provide a more proper means of paying my respects, but there are eyes everywhere." He teased right back.
She wouldn't blush or boast as any other royal would. She simply pretended to act as if her heart didn't flutter every now and again because of him.
"Either way, we need to find him. He cannot run away from how far we've come. Do you understand, Talon?" She asked, changing her tone to sound quite serious.
Which, she was. Very serious. He nodded, holding his arms to cross as he stepped up to her throne.
"We will find him eventually, ma'am." He said, with certainty.
She shook her head a little, soon for her vibrant blue eyes to direct straight ahead.
"Not by normal means. Not anymore…" She muttered.
He stood by her side, turning her head to her with a curious look.
"I know that look, Your Majesty. You have a solution to our problem, I assume?" Talon asked.
She rolled her eyes a bit before looking at him.
"Come now, you can at least say my name. Only you have earned to do so after all." She said, quite wanting for it.
He barely smiled before doing so.
"Fine, Casoria. What is your idea?" He asked, less formally and more personally.
It delighted her.
"Well, my dearest. You remember the night before, do you not? He was close with her, it seemed. The way she held him…" Her voice trailed off as she had plotted.
What other option did she have? She couldn't have a loose end to her plans. Unfortunately, even friends were unacceptable lives to be left out in the open with information regarding her Kingdom, Salynthra, and it's movement.
Salynthra was known as the Elven Kingdom. One rich and bonded with nature. It was a massive land, too. Half as big as the entire land to the Empire. And… It had an usual way of existing. One that made it where it was very hard to just walk there. For there was simply no human that ever had done so without assistance from either an Elf or magical way. And… Humanity and Elvenkind had long passed getting along. For good reason.
"You wish to use the Revenant to find him? She isn't as powerful as she seemed that night, Casoria." Talon stated, critically.
Of course, it was for a noble intention to protect her from mistakes. Even one's she'd make herself.
She hummed a little under her breath.
"I know. But… If we can use her to find him. Well, the Salynthrian Regime will be one that is unstoppable with a warrior who cannot die and The Red Dragon of Savencrone who has this untapped potential… These tools by our side will prove to be useful." She explained to him.
He then nodded in great understanding. What a plan, he thought.
"Even useful against the spirit?" He asked, quite bluntly.
She giggled lightly. Smugly. Arrogantly, almost.
"Oh, please. A petty demon despot will not stop our progression. It simply can't…" She said.
As she spoke, her smile faded at the last words. This objective, this mission, it meant a lot. One could not possibly know how long the baneful Queen had been working to achieve the goal of taking over the Empire. It meant the world and so much more.
"Understood." Talon said, faithfully.
"Should I go arrange it, then? I can have you brought to her immediately." He asked.
"Indeed." She answered, standing herself up from her throne.
The Salynthrian throne room to the castle was so much more different than the Empire's. The very lights were these multi-colored orbs of light shining and spinning around with runes and symbols of light floating about with these orbs with circles and stars turning with each other in synchronized harmony. From it, played these pleasant melodies that were fabled to be the dead singing in grace of their descendents succeeding if they did. The walls were covered in pleasantly green and even a light blue schemed row of vines. The very ground was pure nature. Grass and flowers. There was a small smooth pathway to the throne and the doors. The scenery was simply beautiful. On each side of the massive room, statues of the former King's and Queen's stood in this perfect condition with each of them laying out their left hand with this water that was so pure and clear to even touch it was a blessing. It flowed into these lines of small streams in front of the statues that had little holes in the stone that kept the entire water from touching the grass and muddying it. The holes served a purpose to water the flowers whenever it was deserved or needed. And, it went through all the underground of the room. As well, there was art all along the walls with plenty of grays, whites, greens and blues used to show a massive and long history. One you simply couldn't not appreciate.
It was there, the Queen of Salynthra left her throne room to accompany Ser Talon. The one who betrayed his own kind to serve another. It was there, he would lead her to another part of the castle where the dungeons were.
"Do you believe she would join us? She is… well, an Imperial." Talon asked with uncertainty of the answer he might receive.
To be fair, Casoria was predictable in that regard. Her self-confidence was like the Royal Aegis' determination. Solid and damn near unbreakable. She walked along his side, having quite a graceful step as she did. Her long platinum hair flowing behind her. As did her veil, which was this masterfully designed attire with art of its own.
"She's a Valerian. If there's one thing I know about people from there… They don't much care for the Empire, either. Even if they are a part of it." She said.
"Yes, but what worries me is how she might be different. She did risk her skin just for a book you told her and Wrafe to get her." He pointed out, quite truthfully.
She made a "hmph" sound at his point, nearly scowling at it.
"A waste of time now that that damnable wretch was unleashed after we finally contained that Revenant." She seethed through her pearly white teeth that had small range at the top.
Her brows furrowed a bit, her lips forming a small frown. She hated what had happened at the end of Mor Vendrel.
"She will listen to reason or perish. Again." Casoria stated quite sternly to the Aegis.
To whom merely took an intake of breath and didn't object further. With that, the two had arrived at the Dungeons. Which was truly a miserable place. It was somehow more mortifying than an average one back in the Empire. A reason soon to be revealed. With the approach to a certain cell. One that was spacious. Isolated. An inescapable trap by the means of the prisoner within. The Revenant.
She was sitting down. She was in these petty rags that were actually a lot better quality than you'd find normally. They were a simple white shirt and pants. She hugged her arms around herself. She was cold, even though she couldn't be afflicted by the neglectful weather. There were no sleeves on the shirt really. No shoes for her to wear. No bed, no blanket. Just the thin air and the heaviness she had on her shoulders. Her appearance was far more pale. Her silver eyes, halfway open, stared out of the side of the cell that had no wall. Just this white emptiness of something that would mean certain death if you were to step off. A long fall. Her lips, resting in a frown as the tired looking Valerian was so very taken by a disheveled and depressed persona. Her hair, all swept back to form this semi-short but by no means long messy look. The ends curved and spiked. It was all just below the shoulders. Her cheekbones seemed to stick out more. Her overall frame? Thinner. She didn't exactly eat for a while. It's been nearly several days. The journey up the mountain and back down, plus the time she took in Mor Vendrel. Then, here. Paused in time, the Lady of the Mountain said. A heart, never to beat. A breath, never to be needed. A body paused in time was still neglected. Especially in the mind. One that could hurt, one that hurt as her heart did. The wind blew against her face, blowing her hair slightly. She leaned back against the cell bars, curling her legs under her as she closed her eyes. A heart never to hurt would've been merciful than a heart never to beat. Then, she heard the steps behind her. Steps nearly matching each other. And, then, the voice soon raised and distracted her troubled thoughts for but a second.
"At attention, Imperial. The Queen is your audience. At least show a modicum of respect in trade for your lost honor." Talon demanded, calmly.
The Valerian's lips formed a smile, so much so it formed small laugh lines.
"By all means… Just fuck off. You and the Queen." She said, softly.
How uncaring she was. It wasn't like before where she was bold. Not afraid of people higher than her since she had wit and subtle defiance hidden by words. Talon shook his head, thoroughly disgusted by the words.
"Stand. Up." He hissed through his teeth after giving the order.
Casoria raised a brow as her head raised, looking down at the defiant warrior. She was uncaring, but because she felt like caring was simply no longer a luxury of having in her future. Because she believed she had none. That she didn't deserve one.
"Or what? You'll make me?" She asked, mocking with a rather emotionless tone.
"You don't need anything from me. I'm of little value to your cause at the moment." She added.
The Queen nearly made a sly remark at the comment. She didn't. After refraining, the Elven woman had raised her hand to the cell. Talon grabbed her wrist.
She turned her head to the clearly concerned warrior next to her.
"At ease. I'll be fine." She consoled him.
Afterwards, he released her. Then, she pressed her fingertips against the roots drawn with runes and various spells. They acted as cell bars, impenetrable by normal means. A few slowly raked downwards, allowing for one to enter at a time. First, was the Queen. Talon simply stood at the entry while she was slowly stepping around the broken warrior, eyeing her down and up. What a dreadful sight, the Salynthrian Elf thought.
"Your rage. Your confidence. Your will. All gone and shattered." Casoria began, stopping in front of her as her expression remained blank and void of empathy or anything of the sort.
Davina didn't respond.
"Tell me, Valerian. What happened to your heart? That fire?" The Queen's head tilted as her eyes narrowed.
"So disappointing. Whoever would think that your will was broken because of a mere necklace?" She said, more so knowing of the reason.
This was simply mockery. A facetious jest quipped at the younger soul.
"Or, such a strong woman crumbling at a broken heart over a mere boy she roughed up." The words grew to be more cruel and venomous.
The sarcasm was acutely taken. Davina's head turned away as she closed her eyes quite tightly, trying not to see the Savencroner's face the way she remembered it from Mor Vendrel. The way she hurt him and the horrifying realization and curiosity of what and how she did what she did at the Empire's city. It hurt. It always hurt for every second of the night she spent here. All she wanted was sleep. Perhaps just to punish herself in her dreams with a nightmarish fantasy of repeating the night. Or, maybe just a blank escape from this existence turned hellish disaster.
"Mhm. I figured it was that. A lost love can hurt, I would know." The Elf spoke with great pleasure in prodding a thorn in her heart.
"Tell me, do you wish to see him again?" She bluntly asked, soon to slowly kneel herself down to the Valerian's level.
She held her hands together on top of her bent legs. The Revenant's brows furrowed a bit as her eyes opened. Their silver colors glared at the malicious Queen as she had been reluctant to even answer.
"I'm not sure." She answered, honestly.
The Elf smiled.
"He wanted to see you, I'm sure. The only issue is, as much as I would enjoy supplying this visit, I can't. You see, Wrafe has gone off on a bit of a walk. One that's long and straying from the path he swore to walk with us." She gestured to herself and then Talon.
"Us." Davina muttered, laying the back of her head against the root.
"My, my. A Queen who refers to her lessers as her equal. What a rare occurrence." The Valerian said.
The Queen's smile faded as her eyes narrowed, curious as to what she meant.
"I've met plenty of King's and Queen's. None of them refer to lessers with themselves in the same manner as talking of an equal. Some, not even out of arrogance but properness from royalty." She said.
"Did it shatter your heart to watch your beloved get his honor disgraced by such a broken thing such as myself? Or, did it disgust you?" She asked.
She could be just as venomous, too.
Even with how she was believed to be this broken thing. She shared no submission to being insulted. Ever.
The Salynthrian remained silent for a moment, registering what was said with a grain of salt. She wasn't very charmed or pleased with that response. Nor was Talon, who was feeling very kindly to the idea of throwing her off the edge of her cell.
"Spite is something even the useless possess, it seems." Casoria finally spoke, standing herself up.
She was certainly no fool, the Valerian.
"Wrafe of Savencrone has fled from his duties to Salynthra. He will return her, either by his own accord or my own. There is a reason I came to you." She stated, speaking a lot more intolerant of foolishness by the woman's attitude.
"I wanted you to bring him back. He knows far too much to be left roaming about the Empire's lands. With an Emperor or not."
Her attention was caught yet again with a glare given. What in the lord's and their names would she think that her presence would soothe whatever disdain he had for them? She couldn't just simply ease him back to the Elven Kingdom. No, that was impossible. After what she did, it wasn't practical or plausible.
"He doesn't want to see me." She stated.
This was for her own good, too. She didn't even know what she'd say after such a dark time with him. Their history was adventurous and light at one point. No longer was it so.
"Oh, but I saw the way you held him. The way he smiled even after you cut him up good." The Queen reasoned much with her observation.
Much was taken from the night when The Empire was left without a ruler.
Davina, she stared with her face changing to visible irritation. Doubt, as well.
"We weren't lovers." She stated, blatantly.
"Oh, come now, Revenant… You don't have to be in love to do what I ask. Your freedom is at stake, after all."
What was this reasoning behind the deception? Or was it even a deception? It was obvious and not at all bothered to be hidden that they were using her to get to Wrafe due to their personal relationship. Which is why she wondered why the Elf would ever consider letting her out of this cell.
"You're after him for something quite severe if you're willing to kill your own men to keep a secret." The Valerian said, merely as an observation.
It was then, a thought crossed her mind. His death, his life, those things- They couldn't be tampered with.
"Indeed. And, I want you to help me from having to kill him. Will you do that, Davina of Valeria?" Casoria asked, breeding a smirk across her lips that went on a wholesome face that fooled no one.
Davina went quiet into her thoughts. No, she thought to herself. She wouldn't allow the Queen to simply kill him for such an idle thing such as leaving. It wasn't right. And, she owed it to him and so much more to prevent this.
"I will. On one condition." Davina said, soon to push up against the bars as she stood herself up, soon to eye Talon and then the Salynthrian who practically towered over her.
"Oh?" The Elf's eyes lit up with eagerness to hear whatever petty price she'd have to pay in exchange.
Davina's lips furrowed a little as she looked away a bit.
"Him and I need to be free. Here, at least. Together…" She said, almost as a beckoned plea.
Truthfully, she knew better than to ask something such as this. Which is why there was a point to asking. To make her appear submissive to their wishes and desperate to earn him back. To make it seem like she was just in love, wanting it back.
This made the Queen smile, how she thought the dead warrior was a fool.
"An easy wish to grant. Upon delivery of my own, of course." She reasoned, earning a little nod from the o' so desperate raven haired woman.
Casoria then relaxed her shoulders down a bit, feeling a warm sense of relief wash over her as she had hope. A hope that this will all be saved. Her plans, by all means.
"Excellent." She said, soon to step forward, appearing very close to her.
"May I make something perfectly clear with you, human woman?" She added, not as a request really.
She stepped closer, forcing the shorter woman's back and legs to touch the roots as cell bars, with the girl wearing a rather worried look in her eyes.
"You are a known fugitive to the Empire. You cannot run to them. You cannot run anywhere without me being able to find you. Because, well… unlike Wrafe," She leaned forward, dangerously close as her big blue orbs for eyes stared into her silver ones.
"You aren't magical. You cannot hide from me. Do you understand?" The Salynthrian Queen asked, tilting her head a bit as she placed her index under her chin to force her to look up, which she did.
"Yes." Davina answered.
Casoria nodded with a pleased smile. She released her, soon to just step to the side and go to Talon. He moved out of her way, passing the Valerian a glance as he had been met with his arm being taken by the Queen quite openly. Perhaps to mock the human woman. Her fingers slipped around his upper arm as she had begun to walk. The black haired woman then turned, slowly walking to the exit to her cell. She grabbed a hold of two roots with each hand on one as she leaned forward a bit.
"One more thing!" She said.
She caught both of their attention. Talon looked back with a brow raised and a rather disappointed look. She, the Queen, simply looked back with a blank expression.
"If I'm going to find him, there are some things I'll be needing." She said, stepping past the cell.
They had no reaction or objection. So, she took another step.
"And? What will those things be?" The Elf asked, now raising a brow to the shorter female.
Davina merely shrugged a brow and then her shoulders. The Revenant then tilted her head, pretending to think on it.
"For a journey? Well…—"
With that, the gates before her lowered. These finely crafted wooden doors opening with but the power of magic and the fact of will by the Elves guarding the gates. It was there, Davina of Valeria stepped out, now a somewhat free and rebuilt woman. She was dressed far differently.
"Now then. I expect you to succeed, girl. The Savencroner was last spotted in the great city that you are from. Valeria, coincidentally. Make haste. Do not squander." Casoria informed and then rather sternly warned.
She simply nodded. Valeria it was…
"How am I getting down?" The Valerian asked, furrowing her brows as her eyes narrowed to the Elven Queen.
She merely laughed a little, soon to turn and gesture to the very edge of land.
"Off you go. The water shall be just fine." She assured her.
Davina's eyes dulled to this rather fed up look. But, she didn't argue. She simply took a deep breath, knowing full well what was down below this Kingdom from a glance from before. It was there, she stepped forward. Her attire, now fixed to her. Her body was all covered in leather. Her top was a tightly buttoned tunic with a folded collar and visible white shirt underneath. Bottoms were this just tight leather slacks tucked into these heeled fine black boots. Then, there was the armor. The finest the Elves had to create. Her chest wore a cuirass of very dark gray. Almost as dark as the tunic, but not quite at all. It covered just her chest, leaving her stomach and lower back open but fitting perfectly around her without restricting movement. The grooves and curves to it were simply masterful. Then, the shoulder guards that were completely strapped to her shoulders with the plate of foreign steel going out to small sharp winged points facing away from her body. Then, there were the gauntlets that fit around her thin wrists and forearms with a plate of the same metal, a simple square at each hand on the backs of it.. Finally, the greaves. Fitting so well around her legs and then the thighs. The bottom part even strapped to the boots. All the metal was this beautiful dark shiny silver. Darker than the usual Imperial light gray steel and iron, but not as black as the suit underneath. It was a very light metal, too. She then had a sword on her back with a sheath that was mostly up the sword. Not all the way, so she could pull it out without trouble. The blade was a dark silver too. Lighter than the armor. The handle, black and white pearl with an Elven engraving on the bottom. As well, as a dark circular shield with a layer of wings on it that only poked out a little on the sides over the sword. She was finely set.
With that, she clenched her gloved fingers into fists. She then took a big step forward that led to a run. A run that progressed into a sprint. A sprint that then became this massive leap over the edge of the Kingdom. She held her arms out to the sides with her legs straight and held together as her body reeled forward, then faced down with a very fast plummet being taken.
Salynthra, a great Kingdom to behold. It was a Kingdom in the sky, one floating over this enormous body of water that was a fair bit bigger than the civilization above it. The falling warrior's silhouette disappeared into a waterfall. One that was pouring out of the sides of the great Elven creation that Salynthra was. It always had water rushing down out of all the many sides with it turning into a brutal rain drizzle. The Kingdom stood tall, so very tall. These massive trees sprouting multi-colored leaves stood high over the walls as the few castles were built around them with high structures seemingly made of pearl, white and black with gold. It was truly a work of art the Elves made. There, as her body fell, Davina eventually dove to hit the water with a splash smaller than usual due to her diving like an arrow. She was deep within the water, soon to use all her limbs to swim forward and then upwards. She then got her head up above water, taking a barely needed inhale of oxygen before she immediately leaned forward to start swimming towards land. It was after a very good while that the warrior had made her way to the land after quite a spell. Her boot planted a into the dirt of the ground as she began stepping forward. She felt heavier, due to the water soaking her completely. She shook her arms off, running her gloved hands through her hair to get it all back as she walked. Her sword and shield kept themselves in place rather well. She looked up at the sky, a brow furrowing as she squinted at the sunlights origin for only a second. It was to her left. As the sun was usually to her right at Winter's Ark.
"Shit… Beatrix." She muttered.
She had forgotten about her prized steed being left back at the Empire City. She only hoped she wasn't captured and being used as a workhorse. Especially after her promise. That, unfortunately, wasn't a priority right now. Now, she had to get a faster mode of transportation than just walking. Of course, after she navigated miles through the wilderness. Luckily enough, in the fall, there were Elven towns scattered across the forests. She would start her journey through the woods to arrive at a village. Hopefully, because she was human, they wouldn't try to kill her.
She didn't really become too hopeful though.
It was a long walk later. One that was nothing but a boring venture through the wilderness. One that earned her quietness and silence. Though, much to how she was the type to prefer it, she didn't right now. She'd be way too far in her head nowadays.
It wasn't too much of a long walk. The forest would be the real challenge. It was so dense with trees and the usual vines hanging everywhere with flowers dotting the ground heavily and insects buzzing around and chirping animals roaming about. They all strayed from the dead warrior though. Davina then came upon a hill. Her breath left her as she eyed the ground over. She figured she might as well, just to stick in the same direction. She planted her hands upon a large rock, lifting herself onto it as she grabbed a hold of a firm branch and then stepped up onto planting her boot into the dirt of the hill, pulling herself up and over it. She then took a little hop and leaned back as her boots slid and grinded into the ground with a few pebbles rolling over the ends of her boots and rolling forward a bit. She looked around, eyeing all the area with true admiration. Nature was just so beautiful in Salynthra.. It was possessing all sorts of magical creatures. Deer with these oddly massive horns and symbols on their icy colored fur. Bears that were white and twice as big as usual that held the intelligence far above the average man. Tigers that were true leaders to the forest that guarded it. All tales you heard in the Empire that she would happily believe. Of course, it was preferable not to meet a bear or tiger right now. With those pleasant and distracting thoughts, the Valerian was making good time to get to the village. In fact, her eyes attentively looked upon a structure. A wall! It was small, you could see houses and other buildings over it but a meaning that it was the place she was looking for. It was a good ways away. But, then a rustle in the trees startled her with a silhouette dashing from one to another making her pause in her footsteps. Her brows furrowed slightly as her silver eyes scrolled around.
"Oh, shit." She grimaced a little.
She slowly reeled her hand back to grasp upon the handle of her sword Salynthrian sword. Out of caution of course. Her lips pressed together more firmly as she had turned her head. She almost sincerely doubted this was an animal.
"I'm not here to fight. Just to seek aid." Davina spoke, not terribly loudly but loud enough to where any sneaking fool in the radius would know better than to just try and kill a human stranger.
It wasn't uncommon to hear stories of Elves killing Humans just out of worry for their own lives.
Then, a figure rose from the bushes out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes darted to the Elf glaring with a bow an arrow being held, watching as he released the arrow with little hesitation. She was just as quick to act, only needing to thrust her hand upwards to catch the arrow with a smile forming across her lips once he acted absolutely stunned.
"I told you." She said.
Then, her smile died once she heard a mighty war cry from a much taller and well built Elf sprinting at her. His entire gray chest covered in white tattoos as his angered green eyes stared at her. His stature was someone who appeared to be far more powerful than her. Which… Well-
"Fuck-" She grunted from the impact.
She could catch arrows and what not, yet get tackled by a seven foot running Elf. Her armor wasn't all too pleasing to run into. They both grunted before Davina's legs were grabbed as her stomach was butted into by his shoulder all the sudden before she was swung down and slammed into the elevation of the hill she just came from. Because of her sword and shield, which thankfully didn't bent or break, her head jerked back where she pulled a muscle painfully. She winced, immediately recovering to stand herself up. She looked straight ahead at the rather muscular Elf.
"Turn back, Human. Your kind aren't welcomed here!" He demanded, sounded as defined as a Nobleman from the Empire.
"I didn't come to fight." She said, holding a hand out defensively.
She would entertain this notion once more. She held the back of her neck with her other hand to rub it as she did. His brows only furrowed heavily as his jaw clenched. He immediately withdrew a massive Elven warhammer from his back. He leaned forward and began to charge.
Davina rolled her eyes before quickly reaching back to take her shield and sword out, a loud 'shing' airing from it withdrawing from the metal and leather sheath.
"May the God's forgive your trespassing!" He yelled, quite respectfully in regards to a warrior's attitude.
"And your asinine persistence!" She quipped.
He came to swing the warhammer right into her. After the night at Mor Vendrel, she knew just how powerful she was. Not to aid any arrogance, no, she just wished to enforce it to use it to make him understand she was no foe coming to slaughter the race like the common mindset believed. She quickly raised her shield up. Practically leaning into the blow as a show of strength. However… She was very wrong. With the hammer hitting her shield, Davina's sheer lightness caused her to get bashed so violently across the ground. She yelped from the shield crushing into her body as her boots suddenly left the ground. First her left foot, then the right as her body spun to face the other way in the air with her momentum making her lean backwards with her back hitting the ground and her rolling right into the tree.
"O-Oh, fuck me then…" She muttered, her face cringing from just how painful the impact was. She slowly got up, her weapons flung elsewhere between her and her foe. With being to her knees and pressing a hand on one standing leg, she raised her head to see a bow and arrow pointing at her face. She went cold. She lunged forward, as fast as one could really force themselves when confronted with a knock down like that. She slapped her hand into his wrist to grab it, the arrow being released just to hit her shoulder plate and bounce off it. She took sprinting steps forward, grabbing the Elven Archer by his shirt and pushing him back. His back thudded into a tree as his expression was of pure hate. But, also fear. She knew how it had to be though. She brought her right fist back as she held his shirt, soon to punch him across the face by crashing her gloved fist into his cheek. He made no noise, only taking the sickening blow as she reeled her fist back, thrusting more force into her fist to collide it into the same cheek. Then, his body resisted a whole lot less to her. She heard the crunch of a branch practically next to her with her head turning to see the bigger Elf swinging his warhammer down onto her.
She grabbed the thinner ones shirt and jerked him into the way. The taller one immediately took control to have it slam over next to them. As her quick thinking saved her another hit. She swung her fist directly into the smaller Elf's cheek, this time to the point you could hear bones crack as his body whipped around and fell over the warhammer
He was unconscious now with Davina then going forward, reeling back to thrust her boot directly into the gut of the one remaining. He staggered back a little before she had to practically jump with her left shoulder bucking back then forward to slam her fist into the taller one. But… It wasn't as effective. After it hit, he then caught her wrist and jerked her to the side, causing the Revenant to lose balance as she got thrown aside and directly into a tree with a very loud thud and clank. Once she hit the ground, she was more or less hurting a hell of a lot more. When she was trying to recover, she watched as he was charging yet again, this time having the warhammer with no knocked out Elf over it. She forced herself to sit up as fast as she could before lunging to the side to roll out of the way of an entire tree getting demolished. The tree crackling and buckling under the blow sent splinters and leaves flying everywhere as it began to tip over. Davina had splinters all in her hair as she turned to see this happening and this time engaged her flight mode to fight her want to rest her injuries and then leapt out of the way. She scrambled for her shield, being met with another sprint at her person while she tried to get her sword too. There was not enough time. The second time she looked back at the tall opponent, he was far too close. She then rolled onto her back and thrust her arm through the straps of her shield and then avoided a hit as the hammer buried into the ground deeply from the sheer power. She rolled onto her stomach, standing on a leg before yelling as she swung herself in the same motion of getting up to slam the front of her shield directly into the face of the Elf, to whom groaned loudly as he took a few staggered steps back, this time his back hitting a tree. As she picked up her sword, she readied herself to strike. However…
"What the hell." She looked around. There were a good dozen archers around her. All in the bushes and trees.
She wouldn't be catching those whatsoever.
Then, a presence was to walk through the bushes, a rather oddly calm and collected look about her cynical structure as she approached.
"You're an awful long way from home." The voice of the Witch, the alleged Royal from Loraant.
Davina's brow raised as she turned to gaze upon the woman speaking, the youthful and impossibly beautiful woman.
"Ksenia." The Revenant stated as she turned to face her.
She had that same smile, that held confidence and this boastful nature with this coldness to it.
"Hello. Valerian."