Round 2: Champions of Lornius Vs Plane Curiosity

[Mordelain]

“That was supposed to be a boon?” Mordelain spat. It was a horribly un-lady like thing for her to do, but under the circumstances, she was not feeling particularly lady like. “Oh, I am sorry, I mistook the rocks, and the energy beams, and all the chauvinist rage of an age for aggression, not a prosperous opportunity ,” she would have spoken the word with less content, had she not been riled to her wit’s end.

In a flit of gnat’s wing beat, the planes walker disappeared, and re-appeared by Resolve’s side. She emerged from the Void just ahead of the exorcist, legs parsed, fists clenched, and her nostrils flaring.

“We don’t have passes,” Resolve said, clocking her companion as she re-appeared. “We have never been to the Floating City.” She rather wished she had, the idea alone amazed her, even though not an hour ago, she had stood before a city the size of a continent and wreathed in energy.

“So you will quite understand, gentlemen,” Mordelain nodded curtly to Max, and then to Sei, “why we cannot acknowledge your request.” Instinctively, the pair closed the gap between them. Mordelain reached backwards with her right hand, and Resolve with her left.

They were bound now, unified through war, death, and demeanour.

“You turned down a perfectly good offer,” Resolve continued, feeling Mordelain’s kind hand engulf her own. The contact gave her a new found strength. She was starting to forget the planes walker was quite so old, and starting to see her in a new light. It was a light that thankfully started to abate her seething anger.

“An offer faded and sadly now expired.” Mordelain continued, with a matter-of-tact tone.

As the roiling clouds continued to approach the valley and the beauty of their boulder slew environ became insignificant, Plane Curiosity found their plans at a loss. Mordelain had been quite adamant, on the shores of the Slums of Zhayou, that they could outwit the lug headed duo with rhetoric, surprise, and alabaster promises. She sighed, a long winged epitaph to the affair.

“We should be going,” Mordelain urged, pulling on Resolve’s hand to draw her into the field of her ability’s limit. “It’s getting cold.” Her skin burst out into goose bumps as a flustering breeze rolled down the valley from the east. It brought with it frozen promises, and long forgotten ideologies. Surprised by the jolt, and on the brink of throwing a switch, the exorcist made to swing for her companion as she started seeing red. Her fist stopped inches from Mordelain’s brazen cheek.

“Yes, quite right,” she said, ashamed, and dropped her fist to her side.

Mordelain looked down at the girl, smiled, then gave their adversaries one last solemn stare. “Good luck on your journey, Champions of Lornius.” Her smile turned into a wicked grin, “you’ve no chance of making it there by nightfall.” A prospect the women had hoped for when they had plotted their grand adventure over their breaking of bread. If they could not waylay one of the most ominous and potent men on the face of the world, then they sure as be damned throw a spanner in the works.

“I hear the bears out here are partial to a bit of flaccid meat,” Resolve added, the fires long faded from view, but still burning in her heart.

Mordelain extended her free hand, the shield still clutched tightly in her fingertips, and shook it. She took Resolve into her confidence tightly. “You can walk straight through these, for your information.” She let it drop to her sides. “You let your anger, and your hatred, and your pursuit driven by zeal blind you to the simplest of truths.” She shook her head, mimicking her contraption, and then, quite simply…

They were gone.