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rallis-fatalis · 5 years

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Demons’ Dance

Rallis had had enough of the senseless violence and unwarranted murder. Her friends, her family, her adopted children, all had their share of tragedy by slayers' hands. It was time to end it. The world of monsters needed to be safe again, and for that to happen, someone needed to die.

It was completely dark out, even the moon itself hid behind the shadows, only the smallest sliver of a wicked grin peeking through the night time clouds. The world was as quiet as it was dark, not a single peep breaking the silence. Only the sound of flowing water crashing down a fall in the distance could be heard. That and something small and fast sneaking through the jungly undergrowth near Shilo Village, trying its best to remain undetected. Every rustle of leaves, skittering over fences, and step on creaking wooden floors sounded horribly loud, as if you could hear it continents over. The small something hid well in the black of night, shadowy scaly attire blending it right in with the fuligin background. It made its way up to a bridge hanging over a river, upper floors of two buildings holding it aloft. It cautiously took a step onto the swaying bridge, on high alert for the monster it was looking for that could be around any corner.

Something whizzed through the air and thudded into a wooden post hard, narrowly missing the shadowy figure who had slid out of the way in the nick of time. Embedded in the post was a dart and it reeked of poison. Another figure scoffed in the darkness and made themselves known, stepping into the barest shine of moonlight. It was a tall muscular man, face marked with menacing red tattoos that glowed like a second set of eyes in the darkness. Monstrous red claws of orichalcum covered his hands, marking him as the beast he truly was. "Faster than I thought you'd be," he addressed the shadows.

Emerging from the darkness like smoke was a dragon, covered in form-fitting black scaly attire that concealed her in the shadows of night. Her normally blue face and tail were covered in black smears, some kind of paint to help keep her hidden. The moonlight bounced off her claws, shimmering like expertly sharpened sickles.

"I knew you were a lowly beast," the man continued. "But I thought you had at least a bit more honor than to assassinate someone while they were asleep, Rallis."

The dragon hissed. "Your kind does the same to mine. Maybe I wanted you to feel what it's like to have your life taken away from you with no warning like my friends have, Duradel."

The very sight of the man made her blood boil. Ever since she had first met him, she hated him with every fiber of her being. He was ruthless and cruel and killed creatures without regard. Now after countless months of the slayer master sending his students out to kill her friends, one of which orphaned the seven children she now raised as her own, Rallis had had enough. Her unbridled fury would only be satiated with his death.

Duradel backed away, drawing Rallis closer. The two now stood at opposite ends of the swaying rope bridge, swishing along to the sound of the flowing river below. "Quite the intimidating message you sent me, I must say! 'Your tyranny stops today! You and your slayers will face my judgement!' And heralded by one of my students you maimed so horribly he could never fight again, no less. I didn't know you were into such theatrics."

"It's your final warning. Some of your slayers actually have a brain unlike you. They've listened to my message and left, never to return to the life of a murderer."

"Then I assure you they were not mine," he snorted. "I don't train children who wet their pants at the sight of a scrawny blue lizard." Rallis hissed at the insult. "Maybe they belonged to my pupil, or that snobby rich woman who would rather drink with gnomes than fight, but I can assure you my slayers will still fight and fight and fight."

"Then maybe I'll just kill their master," she snarled.

He shook his head. "Oh Rallis, if you had even the slightest chance at killing me, I'm sure I would be dead by now. But as it stands, I'm very much here, and you're the one quaking in your boots trying to kill me in my sleep you're too scared to fight me. No, tonight you die, not me. I hope you've said your goodbyes because I intend to add another blue dragon to my kill count."

Rallis screeched and lunged forward, closing the gap in a split second. A lesser opponent would find themselves bleeding from the neck then and there, but Duradel was fast. He knew how to fight a monster or two, no matter how big or small. He predicted Rallis to immediately go for his throat, crossing his claws in front of him and catching Rallis on the mouth. She howled in rage as she bit down, unable to chew through the claws and earning herself a nasty gash across her snout and down her cheek from the corner of her mouth. Duradel leaned back and kicked her in the stomach, sending her sprawling on the bridge. She landed hunched and snarling on all fours like a wild animal.

Rallis zipped toward him, a blur of shadow against the darkness, and this time aimed for his leg. She didn't quite appreciate being kicked. Duradel leapt up, leaving Rallis to snap at air, and slammed down on her back. She huffed as he crushed her against the now wildly swaying bridge. With all her might, the dragon threw the man off and turned around to claw him, but he was already gone, striking up a stance at the end of the bridge and a safe distance from her. Rallis whined at how the fight was going. She wasn't used to fighting something so fast. Nothing out sped her!

"You're not very good at this, are you?" Duradel goaded. Rallis snarled and lunged at him again, only to be grabbed mid lunge and slammed into the bridge. Boards cracked under the force, driving wooden splinters into her back. "You're so predictable, lizard!" he growled and slashed at her. She held an arm up to guard her, red metal claws ripping through her sleeve and arm nearly to the bone. The force broke the floorboards even more, dragon now dangling over the river as she held onto the cracking bridge with one hand. Duradel smirked as he set to stomp down on her hand and throw her into the current, but just as soon as he thought of the plan, she was gone.

Like an acrobat, Rallis grabbed onto the ropes connecting the underside of the bridge, swung behind Duradel while out of sight, and launched herself over the woven handrail and back onto the topside of the bridge. The man had little time to dodge, only backing away a step with his left arm up to guard as Rallis opened wide to bite down, grabbing onto his arm and chomping down full force. Duradel choked down a cry as he felt her teeth snap bone. He may have taken a damaging blow, but now Rallis was wide open, and the strike he could retaliate with would be far more serious. Duradel roared as her brought his good arm down on her, raking his claws all the way from her left shoulder, down across her chest, and finishing with a flourish by her right side under her rib cage. Rallis let go of his arm in shock, staggering back as blood began to soak her shirt. Taking advantage of the situation, Duradel rammed into her chest full force, causing her to cough up blood and throw her over the side of the bridge and into the swift current below. He grit his teeth as he listened to the splash and watched her shadow disappear into the watery depths. He grabbed his broken arm and smiled. "Good riddance you filthy monster."

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The water crashed as Rallis broke the surface of the river, gasping for air. She managed a single blood choked breath before being yanked under the water once more. The water twisted and twirled her like a bratty child trying to destroy their newest toy, bashing her head against the rocks on the riverbed and slamming her full force into the hardy root-lined banks. Every chance she was graced with air she spent more time choking out blood and water than actually gaining anything to breathe with. She was lightheaded and freezing, the blood loss and ice cold water sapping her energy. She couldn't even think of fighting the currents to breach the surface.

With one final smack against a rock, Rallis found herself hurtling down a rapid frothing flow, the waterfall farther down river of Shilo. She hurtled down the fall and smacked against the water's surface, sinking beneath the tumbling water of the falls. The pain was too much, she couldn't even breathe anymore, going limp in the murky depths. The current brought her to the surface, carrying her along like a leaf, and deposited her on a low part of the bank. The water tugged at her tail, trying to carry along on another journey, but she didn't budge. Water and blood trickled out of her mouth slowly before rushing out as she hacked and coughed everything out of her lungs. With a final gurgling wad of blood, she gasped. Air never felt more wonderful yet painful. Every breath wracked her chest with pain, like nails were being hammered into her.

She tried to stand and carry herself out of the freezing water, but she hadn't the strength. She settled for crawling, gripping the grass and jungly undergrowth and pulling herself onto drier land. Her bloodied arm throbbed in protest, pain and crimson gushing out of the claw mark from the force of her pulling. Streaks of blood painted the grass as she dragged herself along, gasping in pain at every little movement. Trails of watery black trickled into her eyes, dragon hissing and shaking the dripping black face paint off. With one last pull forward, she collapsed a panting mess, blood beginning to trickle out of her mouth once more. Everything hurt. Her head and limbs from the bangs against the rocky riverbed, her arm from the slash from Duradel, her back from being stepped on, but her chest felt like it was being torn open and rifled through.

With a groan, she found the strength to lift herself from the ground and assess the damage. Her shirt was more a formality at this point, torn to shreds and hanging on by a thread. The demolished front crumbled away as she tugged at it. The moonlight illuminated the damage and she nearly passed out then and there from the sight. Her entire torso was red, blood painting every scale and dripping onto the ground beneath her. Bits of white poked through the red, glimpses of bone. The sight nearly made her retch, coughing up spit and blood as the pain rushed back tenfold. She shakily put a hand to her chest and gasped at how painful the simple touch was, collapsing back onto the grass and beginning to hyperventilate and panic. Everything hurt, she couldn't move, everything was too cold and painful and horrible. She didn't know what to do. She'd never been this hurt before. At least when the mourners attacked her, she passed out almost immediately and hardly felt a thing. But this? She felt everything, the blood pouring onto the grass under her, the bone scratching her claws as she gasped for breath, every bit of warmth leaving as the cold air and water worked against her. She felt herself dying. And she was scared out of her mind.

Her other hand shakily felt her pants pocket, trying to find the teleport tablet she brought with her for escape. No luck. It must have fallen out in the river. Her vision started to blur, tiredness and tears clouding her sight. She didn't want to fall asleep now, she was too scared. She didn't know if she would wake up afterward. And she had to wake up, she had to! She couldn't fall asleep, she had to stay awake, she had to... had to... not... sleep...

Rallis couldn't keep it up any longer. Her eyes fell shut against her will. She fell unconscious with tears trickling down her face, furious and heartbroken that she couldn't give her friends the revenge they deserved, and hoping her children weren't about to be orphaned again.

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