[div class="container"][div class="containercont"][div class="chapterpic"][/div] [div class="scroll"][div class="scrollbox"][div class="title"]Ember[/div][div class="text"]
She took note of every injury she had inflicted upon the stranger. The fire bolts had done a number on them and something within the fiery female found it satisfying to see them in pain. There was an unseen hand nudging her to inflict more. The sight of their charred and bloodied flesh brought a wicked grin to Ember's lips and something in her began to unravel and snap slowly like a thick, twisted rope. Ember started to move faster and with more force. Every swing and jab of her sword was executed swiftly and wisely. She moved with such fervor, but the stranger's dodges only caused her to become frustrated. Ember was so concentrated, watching every move of her opponent like a jaguar watching its prey, that she ignored the smoke wafting in the air and the smell of roasting oak trees. She was setting the forest ablaze with her recklessness and didn't give a damn! "Let it all burn," her mind thought, darkly, allowing her to unravel even more. Flashes of her past filtered through her and she growled as she jerked her arm toward the injured stranger. "They will never have me," she vowed in a glower.
She continued to move with the stranger in a tango of death, waiting for her golden moment. She chuckled lowly as the tip of her inferno blade slashed at their abdomen. The lacerated skin gave her a thrill and for a split second, she saw it. Her victory was at her fingertips as she saw her valiant opportunity. She charged at them, swinging her shield across their helmeted head, and plunged her scarlet blade into the stomach of her opponent. The blade disappeared into the soft flesh and sizzled as thick blood met with the flames. Ember flared her nose and breathed in. The rancid stench of sanguine fluid, muscles, and tissue being scorched overpowered the thick clouds of smoke. The wicked grin never left the female's lips, for it only grew wider at the sight of her defeated opponent's life pouring onto her hands. "I've won," she chanted.
Or so she thought... As Ember starred at the reflection of her deranged self; the leash she struggled to keep hold of was on the verge of splitting entirely. Another twist of her wrist and she would completely lose herself. Not a voice in her head begged her to stop, but the sudden grip on her forearm caught her attention and then the fierce shatter of her sword brought Ember back to reality. "Aaah!" Ember cried out in agony. The breaking of her bones was all she could hear over the blazing chaos surrounding them. Her knees buckled, but the firm grip around her neck kept Ember from collapsing. The pain from her arm brought back her sanity and the realization settled in. Gone was the malicious intent to kill and the deranged look on her face. It was, instead, replaced with a flash of horror and guilt. However, it disappeared as soon as it appeared. Ember gritted her teeth and the throbbing in her forearm was unbearable. The pain pulsed like an electric current, flowing throughout her entire body. She breathed harshly and meanwhile, she never took her eyes off of the stranger.
Ember's body, exhausted and in pain, threatened to give up on her. Then the flash of her sisters' faces appeared before her eyes and the spark within Ember ignited one last time. "I can't," she thought weakly. As stoic and stubborn Ember can be, she cared deeply for Silver and Willow. The guilt of letting herself go weighed heavy in her chest, but the determination to return to them lifted her back to her feet... The stranger's grip was firm; however, it seemed weak judging from the wounds Ember inflicted on them. Ember, with her stony glare, still kept her gaze on the reflection of the stranger's tinted visor. She took one deep breath and with all the energy she could muster she brought her knee up in between the stranger's legs in a sharp jerk. As they were stunned, Ember ripped herself away from them and twisted herself behind them. She coiled her uninjured arm around their neck in a tight choke hold and formed her fist in a ball. With a firm clench, a shield formed within seconds and Ember faced Ali. She was shocked to see Markus beside him. "They're both here," she realized. "But then where is..."
Ember tensed but didn't dare to allow her mind to dig any deeper, so she kept the stranger in a vice-like hold. Her injured arm was cradled to her side and she backed away a couple of feet. She finally got the chance to take in her surroundings. Her lips parted in mild shock. "So much for keeping a low profile... What a fucking hypocrite," she scolded herself. She looked back at Ali and Markus and her eyes narrowed themselves in their signature glare. "You will not follow me," she warned, "because if you do. The prick dies." Then with that said, Ember conjured a wall of fire between the two males and herself. She threw the stranger's body over her shoulder in a haste and took off in a sprint. Their blood was still pouring from its wounds, which only made her wince as it soaked her singed clothes. She took off in a familiar route- one that was long and out of the way. Ember wanted to make sure that they wouldn't follow her because if they did... Ember would have no choice but to fulfill her warning.
"I'm coming home, girls..."[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]
She took note of every injury she had inflicted upon the stranger. The fire bolts had done a number on them and something within the fiery female found it satisfying to see them in pain. There was an unseen hand nudging her to inflict more. The sight of their charred and bloodied flesh brought a wicked grin to Ember's lips and something in her began to unravel and snap slowly like a thick, twisted rope. Ember started to move faster and with more force. Every swing and jab of her sword was executed swiftly and wisely. She moved with such fervor, but the stranger's dodges only caused her to become frustrated. Ember was so concentrated, watching every move of her opponent like a jaguar watching its prey, that she ignored the smoke wafting in the air and the smell of roasting oak trees. She was setting the forest ablaze with her recklessness and didn't give a damn! "Let it all burn," her mind thought, darkly, allowing her to unravel even more. Flashes of her past filtered through her and she growled as she jerked her arm toward the injured stranger. "They will never have me," she vowed in a glower.
She continued to move with the stranger in a tango of death, waiting for her golden moment. She chuckled lowly as the tip of her inferno blade slashed at their abdomen. The lacerated skin gave her a thrill and for a split second, she saw it. Her victory was at her fingertips as she saw her valiant opportunity. She charged at them, swinging her shield across their helmeted head, and plunged her scarlet blade into the stomach of her opponent. The blade disappeared into the soft flesh and sizzled as thick blood met with the flames. Ember flared her nose and breathed in. The rancid stench of sanguine fluid, muscles, and tissue being scorched overpowered the thick clouds of smoke. The wicked grin never left the female's lips, for it only grew wider at the sight of her defeated opponent's life pouring onto her hands. "I've won," she chanted.
Or so she thought... As Ember starred at the reflection of her deranged self; the leash she struggled to keep hold of was on the verge of splitting entirely. Another twist of her wrist and she would completely lose herself. Not a voice in her head begged her to stop, but the sudden grip on her forearm caught her attention and then the fierce shatter of her sword brought Ember back to reality. "Aaah!" Ember cried out in agony. The breaking of her bones was all she could hear over the blazing chaos surrounding them. Her knees buckled, but the firm grip around her neck kept Ember from collapsing. The pain from her arm brought back her sanity and the realization settled in. Gone was the malicious intent to kill and the deranged look on her face. It was, instead, replaced with a flash of horror and guilt. However, it disappeared as soon as it appeared. Ember gritted her teeth and the throbbing in her forearm was unbearable. The pain pulsed like an electric current, flowing throughout her entire body. She breathed harshly and meanwhile, she never took her eyes off of the stranger.
Ember's body, exhausted and in pain, threatened to give up on her. Then the flash of her sisters' faces appeared before her eyes and the spark within Ember ignited one last time. "I can't," she thought weakly. As stoic and stubborn Ember can be, she cared deeply for Silver and Willow. The guilt of letting herself go weighed heavy in her chest, but the determination to return to them lifted her back to her feet... The stranger's grip was firm; however, it seemed weak judging from the wounds Ember inflicted on them. Ember, with her stony glare, still kept her gaze on the reflection of the stranger's tinted visor. She took one deep breath and with all the energy she could muster she brought her knee up in between the stranger's legs in a sharp jerk. As they were stunned, Ember ripped herself away from them and twisted herself behind them. She coiled her uninjured arm around their neck in a tight choke hold and formed her fist in a ball. With a firm clench, a shield formed within seconds and Ember faced Ali. She was shocked to see Markus beside him. "They're both here," she realized. "But then where is..."
Ember tensed but didn't dare to allow her mind to dig any deeper, so she kept the stranger in a vice-like hold. Her injured arm was cradled to her side and she backed away a couple of feet. She finally got the chance to take in her surroundings. Her lips parted in mild shock. "So much for keeping a low profile... What a fucking hypocrite," she scolded herself. She looked back at Ali and Markus and her eyes narrowed themselves in their signature glare. "You will not follow me," she warned, "because if you do. The prick dies." Then with that said, Ember conjured a wall of fire between the two males and herself. She threw the stranger's body over her shoulder in a haste and took off in a sprint. Their blood was still pouring from its wounds, which only made her wince as it soaked her singed clothes. She took off in a familiar route- one that was long and out of the way. Ember wanted to make sure that they wouldn't follow her because if they did... Ember would have no choice but to fulfill her warning.
"I'm coming home, girls..."[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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