Syntra
Baba Yaga
“It does,” the pirate agreed easily, for it was true. “Picking one’s battles seems to be one of the fundamental tenets of true wisdom. That being said,” she smiled, taking Verity’s hands into hers, “I think I have come to terms with not being wise. I mean, the label doesn’t suit me. A soldier I was, and a soldier I remain, on some level. Do you believe that I will be able to hold back? That we will be able to hold back? Verity, my dear, stop lying to yourself-- we both know how this will turn out, ultimately. And, honestly? That’s fine, I think. If not us, then who? Not everyone can do this, but we can, and in such a case… well, I happen to believe it’s a bit of our responsibility, even if nobody forces us to do so. Especially then, actually.” Complicated her relationship with duty may have been, yes, though Iskra didn’t necessarily dislike it-- the Holy Vessel’s machinations notwithstanding, it was true that certain things simply had to be done, and someone had to do them. Why, then, couldn’t that someone be her? For a cause truly noble, such as ending a couple’s suffering, Iskra could see herself risk it all. “I am not promising anything, Maiden,” she said, her eyes oh so serious. “Promises weigh on me, and if I were to give them out like candy, I fear that my shoulders would snap. Still, we will see what can be done. If it is within our capabilities, then we shall see what can be done about The Huntress.”
In an odd way, the fact that they didn’t need to look for her filled her with a sense of tranquility-- it didn’t happen often that the predator versus prey paradigm was shifted like that, so Iskra found herself fascinated more than anything else. (What would The Huntress be like? Was she a wolf more than a cheetah, preferring to wear the victim out, or would she attack in quick, devastating bursts? Did she have a consistent modus operandi, even? The maiden had insinuated that the Shade wouldn’t protect her this time, yes, though the pirate… well, it was hard for her to believe that on the emotional level. Rationally, she had accepted it, though in her heart of hearts? There was this feeling of disbelief lingering, more powerful than anything else. How, after all, could this Huntress hope to control the Shade? The fragment of the great godhead? …she’s a goddess, too, the pirate reminded herself. Tread carefully.)
No amount of treading carefully could help them avoid springing The Huntress’s trap, though, and before Iskra knew it? They were transported to this weird dimension, where everything shone with the light of stars. (Beautiful, the captain thought, despite herself. How can such beauty be used to perform such wicked deeds? How, oh how? Though, come to think of it, Iskra had known all along that a charming façade didn’t necessarily translate into a pure core-- that, often, sweet smells were used to mask the rot inside. …a valuable lesson, indeed, that she should never forget. Regardless of the place it had come from.)
“Taunt you?” Iskra raised her eyebrow, turning to face The Huntress without fear. “We taunted you not, Huntress. We wouldn’t have dreamt of it. Do you think that us simply existing, according to our own rules, is a personal affront to you? I do not see it in this way. I do not, and you shouldn’t, either.”
‘You dare to tell me what I should and should not do?’ The Huntress shrieked, sending more arrows in their direction. Still, Iskra somehow sensed that she hadn’t meant to hit them-- oh no, this was a warning, a slap on the wrist, a playful ‘wait till you see what I am capable of.’ ‘You understand not my pain, so I forgive you for your ignorance. In fact, I shall use this moment to teach you a thing or two about compassion. And, truly, is there a better way to do that than to put you in my shoes? Soon you will know what it is like-- having one you care about torn away from you, that is. Then, perhaps, you will know the true depth of your folly. Ah, I can hear your begging already, and it is so very sweet!’
Careless as Iskra was, she knew better than to attack a huntress in her chariot. That would be like asking for swift death, you see? Which wasn’t at all something she planned to do, regardless of her lack of true fear. “Verity,” she whispered, “we need to take care of that chariot. With her still riding, we stand no chance. Let us direct her towards the trees, and force her to fight us from melee distance.” Arrows were swishing around their ears, uncomfortably close, and ah, they had to run, run, run! One step in the wrong direction and they’d fall, turned into The Huntress’s personal pincushion. No. No, that will not happen. We haven’t gotten this far only to die here, without tasting the fruits of our efforts. I shall not allow it.
Unfortunately, however? Their plan must have been too obvious, for The Huntress saw through it easily. ‘Do you believe that the trees will hide you, princess and pirate? Foolish, foolish, foolish! Here, in the Forest of Essania, everything bends to my will.’ And, indeed, it did! It only took one motion of her wrist for the trees to became transparent, like glass, almost, before fading into background. ‘It is just you and me, princess and pirate. You, me, and my wrath as well!’ Before Iskra could do anything, The Huntress managed to cut the distance between them, and began to circle them. (The bow in her hand? It turned into a whip, only for it to wrap around Verity’s shoulders! ...sss, the princess could hear, somewhere near her head. What the…?! Oh, by the Shade, it wasn’t a whip-- it was a snake!)
‘I will give you an opportunity to defend yourself, princess. How shall you excuse your crimes against me?’
In an odd way, the fact that they didn’t need to look for her filled her with a sense of tranquility-- it didn’t happen often that the predator versus prey paradigm was shifted like that, so Iskra found herself fascinated more than anything else. (What would The Huntress be like? Was she a wolf more than a cheetah, preferring to wear the victim out, or would she attack in quick, devastating bursts? Did she have a consistent modus operandi, even? The maiden had insinuated that the Shade wouldn’t protect her this time, yes, though the pirate… well, it was hard for her to believe that on the emotional level. Rationally, she had accepted it, though in her heart of hearts? There was this feeling of disbelief lingering, more powerful than anything else. How, after all, could this Huntress hope to control the Shade? The fragment of the great godhead? …she’s a goddess, too, the pirate reminded herself. Tread carefully.)
No amount of treading carefully could help them avoid springing The Huntress’s trap, though, and before Iskra knew it? They were transported to this weird dimension, where everything shone with the light of stars. (Beautiful, the captain thought, despite herself. How can such beauty be used to perform such wicked deeds? How, oh how? Though, come to think of it, Iskra had known all along that a charming façade didn’t necessarily translate into a pure core-- that, often, sweet smells were used to mask the rot inside. …a valuable lesson, indeed, that she should never forget. Regardless of the place it had come from.)
“Taunt you?” Iskra raised her eyebrow, turning to face The Huntress without fear. “We taunted you not, Huntress. We wouldn’t have dreamt of it. Do you think that us simply existing, according to our own rules, is a personal affront to you? I do not see it in this way. I do not, and you shouldn’t, either.”
‘You dare to tell me what I should and should not do?’ The Huntress shrieked, sending more arrows in their direction. Still, Iskra somehow sensed that she hadn’t meant to hit them-- oh no, this was a warning, a slap on the wrist, a playful ‘wait till you see what I am capable of.’ ‘You understand not my pain, so I forgive you for your ignorance. In fact, I shall use this moment to teach you a thing or two about compassion. And, truly, is there a better way to do that than to put you in my shoes? Soon you will know what it is like-- having one you care about torn away from you, that is. Then, perhaps, you will know the true depth of your folly. Ah, I can hear your begging already, and it is so very sweet!’
Careless as Iskra was, she knew better than to attack a huntress in her chariot. That would be like asking for swift death, you see? Which wasn’t at all something she planned to do, regardless of her lack of true fear. “Verity,” she whispered, “we need to take care of that chariot. With her still riding, we stand no chance. Let us direct her towards the trees, and force her to fight us from melee distance.” Arrows were swishing around their ears, uncomfortably close, and ah, they had to run, run, run! One step in the wrong direction and they’d fall, turned into The Huntress’s personal pincushion. No. No, that will not happen. We haven’t gotten this far only to die here, without tasting the fruits of our efforts. I shall not allow it.
Unfortunately, however? Their plan must have been too obvious, for The Huntress saw through it easily. ‘Do you believe that the trees will hide you, princess and pirate? Foolish, foolish, foolish! Here, in the Forest of Essania, everything bends to my will.’ And, indeed, it did! It only took one motion of her wrist for the trees to became transparent, like glass, almost, before fading into background. ‘It is just you and me, princess and pirate. You, me, and my wrath as well!’ Before Iskra could do anything, The Huntress managed to cut the distance between them, and began to circle them. (The bow in her hand? It turned into a whip, only for it to wrap around Verity’s shoulders! ...sss, the princess could hear, somewhere near her head. What the…?! Oh, by the Shade, it wasn’t a whip-- it was a snake!)
‘I will give you an opportunity to defend yourself, princess. How shall you excuse your crimes against me?’