The three circled the two; Agassiz was well past tired and was only running on pure hate and adrenaline at this point. Her weakened state of torture and only 2 proper meals and one nights sleep pretty much left Ciylo on his own and he was ready to handle himself quickly so he could get back to his female. His fangs punched out of his jaw painfully. He stopped. His female? He thought. When did I start thinking this? The other half of his cross breeding was becoming more and more dominant in the last few weeks and the only explanation he had was the one given to him by Agassiz and it was the only one that made sense now. He shook his head, realizing he had started repeating the word "mine" again, and Agba merely sneered at him.
"So that's what she's done to you," Agba said. "You release her mind block and she promises herself to you so that you'll kill the Warlord when she needs you to."
Ciylo shook his head again, saying nothing but thinking to himself that even if that were true, he would still kill the Warlord for everything he had done anyways. It was the nature of being an Apprentice in the legion. Eventually you must destroy your master; he would just do it sooner. Ciylo twirled his still ignited sabers in front of him and motioned with a finger for them to make their move and at the same time Agassiz wearily sighed and resumed her stance; she would fight till the death at this point.
The two personal guards attacked Ciylo first and with rapid efficiency. It was taking his full concentration to fend them off; a force block here, a quick choke there to buy him a few seconds and yet they hammered him back away from Agassiz and Agba. The two of them weren't fighting but he had crossed his arms in front of him and was shaking his head. Ciylo was too far away at that point to hear them over his own panting and grunting. Everything was playing against him; he was growing tired, the heat was becoming unbearable and the higher the sun rose the less he could see through his mask. But if he removed it, his fair skin was sure to burn and blister but if he didn't he would surely be blind and then dead a few seconds later. Deciding the latter was the less evil, he force blasted the two away from him, sending them ass over head a few meters away and quickly ripped the mask off his head and face and shoved his hair back out of his eyes. He gathered all of his strength quickly in a deep breath and as the two stood he held them both in a force freeze and with one curved swipe, cut them both in half.
Meanwhile Agba stood in front of Agassiz, tsk'ing. "So blinded by hate, you've killed you own male. But he wasn't truly your enemy was he? He was lied to by both your precious Warlord and Scylla. Why didn't you take your chance to kill Marca love?," he said.
Again with the endearment. Agassiz rolled her eyes. "They both should have known that I was alive. Their powers are strong enough to have felt my death had it occurred. There should have still been an inkling in both of them that I still lived. And still he chose her," she sighed and looked down. Agba grinned broadly. "Love, have you no faith in my own powers? Don't you see? I made them feel your death. I told Scylla every single time I raped her that you were dead and it burned in her so deeply that Jarron bought the lie she knew as truth," he said and began to clap slowly as Agassiz's jaw nearly hit the sand. He smiled again. "Now that you two are out of my way, I'm going to get my son," he said. Agassiz raised an eyebrow in question, "The two of..." but never finished for Agba ignited his saber and in one swift jab, ran her through just below her rib cage. He kissed her cheek as she died and said again, "Yes love, the two of you. Now to finish the wild card." Agassiz's body crumpled in the sand and Agba turned to the apprentice just as he chopped the last of his guards in half.