Oh– She wanted to KILL him. She had only recently been brought back to the world of the living, so she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly nor did she have full control over her new abilities. Just as he was not ready for her, she was not ready for him. Perhaps, she thought, she could overwhelm him with the strength she did not possess during their first battle. In doing so, he could flee, and she could do the same. Though, Viera had never been one to actually plan out the act of fleeing. The only thing on her mind at that moment was making Black feel the pain that she had felt, and that was all that mattered.
Stopping her movements finally, the queen lowered her chin slightly; her gaze piercing towards the direction in which she knew her mortal enemy happened to be. With the wind at her face, she could practically smell him. That vile, corrupted man… His words made her feel ill, and left her with a looming sense of fury. She wished for nothing more than to tear him apart right then and there.
“Hiding behind a few balverines are we, hero?”
She would retort, voice laced with a poisonous hatred. It was as though every time he opened his mouth, she was reminded of why exactly no one particularly enjoyed him or his company.
“Nothing of note would happen as you are out here, in the
woods, playing house with some mongrels. And even if you
were to attempt to get to him now, I would break every single
bone in your body before you could ever even think of leaving
this place.”
“Actually, I think they are hiding behind me.”
As if to back that statement, one of the balverines let out a plaintive whimper. Useless beasts... But he could hardly blame them in this case. Viera frightened him, too. These simple creatures didn’t stand a chance against her and were at least smart enough to recognize that inescapable fact. Hiding behind their master was really their only means of defense.
He paused a moment to observe her. She looked quite a bit different from last he’d seen her, but it was her all the same. Gone were her horns and royal adornments, her finely crafted armor and tapered ears. But that same fire burned in her eyes. The new face was not unappealing, of course, and neither was her shapely form. Raven hair cascaded down her back and framed her regal face. Yes, she was certainly a beauty even with her face twisted with rage... Too bad she did not have a personality to match.
Behind her lay a path carved out of the forest, but he quickly realized that it was no real path; where her feet had trodden, death followed like a shadow. The grass, trees, and plants had all begun to rot, as if touched by poison. That was new. He could not recall at any point from their previous battle where she had done that. Perhaps she had come across some new powers of her own since then? He did not like that possibility.
“...I would break every single bone in your body before you could ever even think of leaving this place.”
A smile parted his face with a river of straight, pearly teeth. He resisted the urge to laugh at her, instead tucking his chin and lifting his arms. Upon his command, the shadows stirred and poured forth to either side of him as he spoke, “Why would I need to leave when I can be in two places at once?”
The Darkness moved, rising, shifting, changing, until four fully formed men stood to his right and his left, each wearing his armor, his face, and his wolfish grin. Their mouths opened, and with his voice, they chorused, “I would be very worried about your brother right about now.”
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