"I don't understand," her deep, smooth voice echoed while raising her baton. A bored sigh escaped her lips. "Why fight me on my grounds? My home? Doesn't seem smart on your behalf." Metal debris rose, forming large hovering spikes with small frame wires spiraled about them.
"Sister, you know the answer," Rydon said, pressing his hand upon the hilt of his sword. The blade sliding slowly from his scabbard.
She raised an eyebrow. "You came to take me back?"
"In one piece, if possible."
"Well, well. Little brother has grown a pair and is set to return the runaway princess to her rightful throne." She spat on the floor. "Spare me your chivalry."
"We don't have to do this."
"As if you have a choice. I rather burn alive than go back to that forsaken hell-hole. This incursion," Her wrist twirled the baton straight. A spike blazed past his cheek, drawing a small sliver of blood. "will be your last."
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"I don't understand," her deep, smooth voice echoed while raising her baton. A bored sigh escaped her lips. "Why fight me on my grounds? My home? Doesn't seem smart on your behalf." Metal debris rose, forming large hovering spikes with small frame wires spiraled about them.
"Sister, you know the answer," Rydon said, pressing his hand upon the hilt of his sword. The blade sliding slowly from his scabbard.
She raised an eyebrow. "You came to take me back?"
"In one piece, if possible."
"Well, well. Little brother has grown a pair and is set to return the runaway princess to her rightful throne." She spat on the floor. "Spare me your chivalry."
"We don't have to do this."
"As if you have a choice. I rather burn alive than go back to that forsaken hell-hole. This incursion," Her wrist twirled the baton straight. A spike blazed past his cheek, drawing a small sliver of blood. "will be your last."