"I don't know what kind of person you are, your assurance means nothing to me," But what he did know was what her moans sounded like, and the way his name perfectly rolled off her tongue. Still he was confused as to how a mere erotic dream wasn't real but real because she was here and the marks were still on his back. Razmyr slid his hand down the wall until it fell off. With a brush of his hand, he moved her dark hair away from her neck only to see the marks he'd left on her in his dreams. He didn't know whether to be astonished or careful. She looked like she used magick. "How were you in my dreams? How are you real?"
His hand was at her throat now, applying pressure that cut her air off and shoved her head against the stone. "What's his motives?" His mouth brushed her ear as he growled the words.
Despite the very real threat that this man posed, Ray'ven shivered at the growled demand in her ear. "I-I should be asking you that. It was you who infiltrated my dreams. I did not barge in on you while you bathed now did I? The only orders I received from my master regarding you are the ones to assist. Dream magick is not a branch I studied in." She hissed out. "I ask that you kindly remove your hand. I know as much of it as you."
Razmyr's nose flared. "Yeah, and it wouldn't have gone well for you if I hadn't barged into your dream. Maybe you should thank me. I don't know why I appeared there anyway. I normally don't dream at all." He slipped his hand from her throat and shook his head. "Stop mentioning your master in my damn presence, and stop squirming like that until the explosions stop." His palm slapped harshly against the stone wall.
Ray'ven glared up at him from her spot. "I would not mention my master so much if you'd stop insulting him with every breath. And if i recall correctly, you told me not to thank you." She snapped, shifting again in her irritation. She muttered under her breath about insufferable men.
Glaring at her, he leaned in extremely close, his mouth hovering over hers. "But you did thank me in your own way. Did you not?" She wanted to play that game, he could play it too. However, even though he was playing it, he couldn't help the fact he actually wanted to claim that mouth of hers. The rocks stopped descending a few minutes after the last explosive. He pulled back and dusted himself off. "Let's go."
Her cheeks flushed with her anger and embarrassment and she wanted to shove him into the wall of falling rocks in that moment. This man was impossible and how any part of her thought he was attractive was beyond her. She let out a breath when he finally moved away, ignoring the tratious part of her that wanted to pull him back to her. Her jaw tightened and she scolded herself inwardly at even having such thoughts towards a man that was her master's enemy. Ray'ven needed to focus on the task at hand. Getting rid of Ragnar's men.
"Have your civilians been evacuated?" Ray'ven asked, if only to change the subject and get her mind off of that damned dream.
"We never keep unarmed people here. Anyone who can't fight stays safe at another location. Anyone here is ready to die for the cause." Razmyr answered her just as they exited a narrow passageway that led out into the cold night's air. There were men running up the slope with their swords drawn.
He unsheathed his own and charged forward, slicing stomach open wide and cutting throat just as quickly as they blinked. "Cover me!" He yelled, ducking when someone swung a great axe toward his face. Dropping low, he came up until the blade went from beneath his chin all the way out the top of his skull.
During this time he hadn't been able to see another woman who'd slipped up behind them. She had red haired as scarlet as the crimson moon. She swung toward his backside only for an obsidian blade to intercept her.
Ray'ven tsked, her brow raised before she grabbed the woman by the throat. "How distasteful." She said, her nose wrinkling in distaste, flinging the woman backwards and away. "You wield a sword like a newborn babe."
The woman coughed but an invisible source gripped onto Ray'ven's shoulders, yanking her off her feet and away from the red head. She retreated, a distraction that had given enough time for an explosion to set off on the opposite end of the mountain. Razmyr quickly turned around, hearing yells and seeing more smoke and fire blaze into the night.
"Save my men, I'll clear the escape route myself." They twisted everything. Whereas he thought they'd have more men near the escape route, they double tracked his plan and played it in reverse.
Ray'ven stood, glaring in the direction that the woman had retreated in, only for another explosion to rock the area. She looked to where Razmyr was focused, a frown on her lip. Ragnar was just as ruthless as always. "This is proving to be very troublesome." She said to herself.
Humming, she made her way over to Razmyr, grasping his wrist before pushing him against a part of the wall that was still intact. She leaned forward so that she was pressed against him completely. "Hm, but before you go. Allow me to gift you something." She whispered in his ear before pressing her lips to his own. Her tongue swiped his bottom lip and she moaned. He tasted the same as he had in her dreams. Then she pulled out the dagger that Ja'ule had given her, pressing the tip against the wrist she had held in her hand, carving a single tear drop there.
"I will do what I can, be sure to watch yourself Krestov. I'd hate it if someone so...appealing died here." She purred, a smirk on her lip before she was gone. A swirl of black mist left in her wake.
She landed on the pavement below with a soft click of her heels, tossing herself swiftly in the fray. Razmyr's men were pinned down, surrounded by the king's men and she scoffed. In a blink she was standing between them, magick surging outwards and washing over the attackers. They screamed as it seeped into their flesh. It spread like the cold of frostdrift, blackening their limbs as they stiffened as though they were being frozen from the inside.
A wave of her hand saw the men shattering like ice sculptures, chunks of flesh falling to the ground like glass. Ray'ven tilted her head, turning to the men she had just saved. "Well, are we to be here all day?" She asked. Just as she spoke, there was a loud rumble from above and she looked up just in time to see the part of the mountain that hung overhead crumble, sending heavy rocks tumbling down towards them.
She moved quickly, calling her magick to open a portal just beneath the men before she herself phased out of the way. The portal should have set them somewhere near where she had left Razmyr before. If they were smart, they would know to try and escape. Following the sound of more fighting, Ray'ven's grip tightened on her swords as she came up behind one of Ragnar's men, cutting his head off before he even realized she was there. She phased in between them, slicing and cutting, appearing and disappearing much like a wraith of death on the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of blacked bodies.
James was choosing to knock men out by cutting ankles and slamming the hilt of his sword in the back of their hands as they fell. He knew she'd handle half of the mountain falling but he also didn't want to leave her behind when she'd teleported the rest of his crew elsewhere. Pudge had his brothers back, fat belly bouncing and rolling like waves with each kick and punch he landed on someone.
"It'd be just like the old time ay," He breathed heavy, snapping one man's neck and shattering another's jaw with a swift left hook. "If you killed like ya use to."
James ignored his brother, more men surrounding them from the left and right. He'd seen Ray'ven sever someone's head but another dark sorcerer sent spinning daggers in her direction. Acting quick James managed to deflect four but another two slipped free and plunged into each of his thighs causing him to grunt. "We don't have anywhere to go!" He shouted.
"And you won't be using your magick." She threw a crystal into the air given to her by Ragnar, the air rippling with a magick so strong it deflected all against the user's within that could conjure it. "A gift from his highness himself."
Most of the mountain had shipped away, barely in walk space, only enough room for them to press themselves against the wall.
A sword swung from the right, James ducked going off balance. He flew over the edge, his hand grasping desperately onto the ledge. The rock cut into his hand. "Go, I throw my sword and knock the crystal down." James' golden hair danced in the harsh wind.
Ray'ven turned to the new challenge, blood splattered on her face and clothes and she felt as the orb dampened her magick. Her eyes narrowed at the woman, but her focus was on James who was now dangling on the edge of the cliff. She cursed inwardly trying to will her magick to make a portal for him to drop into. Nothing.
Ray'ven turned to the woman, a sneer on her face as she made her way forward. Despite the orb, magick still swirled around her feet. She brushed passed Pudge laying a hand on his shoulder as she did. "Do be a dear and handle James." She whispered in his ear.
"As for you." She looked the woman up and down, an unimpressed tilt to her lips. She raised her hand, magick pulsing and the orb shattered before Ray'ven sent the shards flying towards the woman, the metal stabbing into her face and chest. "To think a weak thing like you could ever defeat me. Do you know who I am?" Her laughter was cold and harsh, resonating over the woman's own scream, she sank to her knees, eyes blinded and bleeding.
Pudge remembered all the times he'd wanted James' position when Ray'ven's hand clutched onto his shoulder for a fleeting moment. James had everything. The favor child, the light hearted one he always wished to taint. He could maim and kill anyone but never his brother. Not until he was touched by the dark haired woman with blue-green eyes. A menacing smile claimed his fat lips, then he bared his rotten teeth.
"Ray'ven! What are you doing? Is this about when I left? Did Ja'ule make you do this despite the deal he made?" James kicked against the rocks and tried to pull himself up, bringing his other hand to grasp the ledge.
Pudge snorted and flicked a bugger off his finger before slamming a large foot onto his brother's hand. "Always the best. Always the better brother. Even made a name for yourself. I wonder what mother would think about how you got that title."
James cried out. "Pudge, all this time you stood by me to avenge our sister and mother you want to kill me over a position? We are brothers."
Pudge bent down and cackled. "Only by blood and nothin more. Sometimes my hate was stronger than my love for ya. And I was the one that raped our mother and sold her as a slave. A whore to be had at every beckoning call. I was the one who let our sister be burned to a crisp. And," He leaned close. "I was the one who allowed you to become a slave to Colton, then to Ragnar, and then to Ja'ule. Why, because I hate you. Don't be acting like you ain't know I had you working beside me while I was working against you."
James was so shocked he was breathing sharply. His mouth opened and closed. "Wh- what?" Arms quivering but he could no longer feel the pain of his brother's foot upon his hand.
He shrugged. "It was only so fuckin long before the truth was gonna come out. Don't ya worry. I'll tell Razmyr you died an honorable death." Then he punched him in the face repeatedly until James flew off the edge of the mountain.
James didn't even scream, the look of shock still on his face as he descended down and down and down. Mist and darkness swallowed him whole.