Sroka stood up and walked over to Sirius, who when he was unconscious, he was easy to manipulate and she jumped into his body becoming an Einherjar.
Everyone was astonished that she figured a way to do that being just a mere child. Now she was more connected to him and she smacked herself across the face. His spirit woke up at the sudden pain and Saoirse yelped in pain as well.
He had regained consciousness in the outside world suddenly and was very confused at what just happened to him.
"How did you do that?!" Saoirse said rubbing her face where a red mark had appeared. "I've never felt pain inside of Sirius' mind before!"
Let's do this. I'm gonna puppet him, "I'm going to tell you guys what he can do with this body of his."
Sirius stood, still confused, as the Fomoire hurled a ball of water straight at his head. Before he could process what was happening, his body moved on its own.
Saoirse? he wondered, feeling the sudden jolt of motion. He hadn't caught much of the earlier conversation. Whatever Sroka and Saoirse discussed in his subconscious stayed hidden unless they wanted him to know.
"Right!" Sroka's voice rang in his head, and his head jerked to the side just in time to avoid the projectile. Only after it exploded into a spray behind him did he realize how close it had been. He let out a startled yelp.
His legs shot forward, charging toward the Fomoire. "I want his wings!" Sroka yelled.
Without hesitation, Sirius sprouted his wings and leapt into the air. Another waterball exploded on the ground below him. He hadn't even noticed it was coming.
"Those reflexes are impressive," the Fomoire remarked, her tone curious. Up until now, she'd been hitting him with ease. She upped her game, throwing two consecutive waterballs in rapid succession.
To her surprise, Sirius dodged them both.
"On your right, Daddy!" Sroka called excitedly. Sirius saw the next waterball just in time, dodging it on his own. The next, however, was evaded with Sroka's help, his body moving before his mind caught up.
He closed in on the Fomoire, his claws reaching out, but she raised a shield of water, blocking his attack with ease. A flurry of water droplets followed, spraying in every direction. Sirius's eyes turned white, and time seemed to slow. He glimpsed the future for a split second—a kaleidoscope of possibilities—and Sroka seized on the best outcome.
"Saoirse, shield!" Sroka ordered.
The ice sword in Sirius's hand transformed into a shimmering shield, deflecting the droplets. One stray bullet veered toward his foot, but Sroka was already guiding Saoirse to conjure a small ice band on his wrist, swatting the droplet away.
"Is this… all you?" Ériu asked, her tone filled with awe.
Sirius grinned, though it wasn't entirely his own doing. "My daughter is amazing," he said, his voice warm with pride.
For the next hour, Sirius's body dodged, blocked, and parried with supernatural precision. Water bullets flew, punches were thrown, and yet he kept up, barely. Every time the Fomoire pushed harder, Sroka and Saoirse rose to the challenge. By the end, his body was trembling with exhaustion, his breath ragged.
Finally, Ériu lowered her hands. "We can take a break. That was excellent. I'm proud of you all."
Sirius collapsed to the ground, panting. His face flushed red, and a moment later, he leaned over to retch. "You girls are insane," he huffed, touching a mark on his cheek where Sroka had smacked him awake during the fight. "I guess this is what they mean by 'beating yourself up.'"
"You deserved it," Sroka said bluntly. "Letting people think you're weak? I know what you are, and you are not weak. I'm part of your soul—I should know. Do you see me sitting here being a crybaby all the time?"
He stood there shocked.
"What's up?" Ériu asked seeing his face of shock. "You do look a little crazy when you're over there talking to yourself."
He snapped out of it and feigned innocence. "I'm not talking to myself!"
Saoirse came out of him and went to the card table where a pitcher of blood sat. She poured some for herself and handed him a glass of blood as well. "Here, we don't have a lot of this left, we will need to go hunting again soon."
"Well I don't intend to be your bloodbag unless I have to be, so I'd say that because you all impressed me today, we can go down the river to find some beasts tomorrow."
"You're ok with us hunting?" Saoirse asked. "I didn't expect you to be.
"I'm not telling you to eat my villagers." She said defensively, "the river leads to Sldir, I thought it was time to begin heading that way. The beasts we encounter on the way are probably mindless.
"I don't want to drink blood!" Sroka complained, "I want meat!"
"You really are just like your mother." Sirius said out loud accidentally. "No I am here to get stronger. If that means I need to eat meat, then I will. But I respect the dead. I want you to all know that."
"I can guide you to see the future daddy." Sroka said quietly. "I'll know which beasts are going to end up good and which will end up bad. You can hunt the bad ones."
"How far into the future can you see?" Sirius asked again surprised at his daughter.
"I can see what I need to see." She said.