Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Always With You ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: TakaShira 
A deal with the Devil and a chance to survive.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 147 | Status: Completed
A deal with the Devil and a chance to survive.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 147 | Status: Completed
The next morning Ray woke slowly. She felt the soft pillows under her head and the thick blankets around her shoulders. She smiled and moved under them more. She suddenly noticed that she had no clothes on. She bolted upright, hugging the blanket to her chest as she looked around frantically. He was gone, but the thoughts of what he had done were still in her mind. She noticed that her clothes were gone, but lying beside her was a red and black robe. She quickly put it on, tying it tightly around her waist as she got up and walked briskly to the door. She slammed the pad with her fist but it flashed red.
“Locked.” She growled. She looked around for another exit. The balcony! ‘We can’t be that high up.’ She thought as she rushed to the windows. The food on the table caught her eye as she passed it. ‘Well at least he did something right the bastard. God, you better hope you don’t come back while I’m still here.’ She reached for an apple and bit in as she stepped out onto the balcony. It didn’t connect to any other rooms but it had a kind of rock jutting over it like a roof with thick plain black columns at the corners. She rushed to the black banister. She leaned over it, but gasped and pulled back again before she fell. “No…” She whispered as she looked at the ground, hundreds of miles below her. She leaned over for a better look. The apple slipped out of her hand and fell. She suddenly pulled back and laughed loudly. “That’ll hit some chicken in the head and she’ll scream ‘the sky is falling the sky is falling!’” Ray laughed more and wiped a tear from her eye as she stumbled backwards and fell. She sat there and laughed. “That bastard!” She managed to get out. “He drugged that damn food. Or he’s so gonna…” She passed out on the balcony.
~*~
Dilandau opened the door to his room and looked around for Ray. He saw the food was untouched and the bed empty, the robe gone. Dilandau looked around after throwing something onto a chair, he checked the bathroom, and his personal training room, as well as his small room that contained a table in the middle, incense and candles, a large bathtub/small pool for when he wished to relax or have a massage. As he came out of the darker room he saw the thin curtains blowing in a breeze coming through the open door.
“What the hell…” His eyes went wide and what colour he had drained from his face. “You better not have jumped, only I can end my game!” He growled as he ran to the door. There she was unconscious on the balcony. He knelt down beside Ray, she was pale and cold. He picked her up and carried her into his room. ‘Guess you did eat some food, well good, I don’t want you to die, not yet anyway.’ She was stiff and obviously sore. She had a large bruise on her face from where he had hit her. He placed her on the bed, gently taking off her robe and covering her up. He walked to his white marble fireplace to start a warm fire to help her recover. He then stripped himself down and climbed in beside her naked body. He pulled her close to him resting her head on his chest and wrapped his arm around her waist. He fell into sleep soon after his hard day of training his slayers.
A while later the dark haired woman snuck into her master’s chamber. She crept over to his bed, the only light coming from the fireplace. She was about to crawl in with him as a surprise when she saw the other girl there. Already in bed with her master! She growled and left quickly. She hated this blond girl; the bitch was trying to take her place as Dilandau’s favourite wench. “Without that position I will just be a lowly servant girl who any man can have. I won’t get the treatment that I do now. I have to get rid of her, my life depends on it.’ She left quickly and quietly, and stalked down the hallway to her own private chamber, that she could lose, and then any man would be able to find his way into her bed, and she wouldn’t be able to retaliate.
~*~
Ray woke in the bed on her back. She looked around and saw Dilandau beside her. She wanted to kill him right there, but she was frozen in the spot.
‘Did he…again?’ She tried to remember but got nothing. She didn’t feel any sorer, but a little better. ‘I guess that’s the only thing I can go on, I guess he didn’t.’ She tried to move away from him noticing that his arm was around her waist. She looked around, her robe was lying on the floor next to the bed. She moved a little and reached down to get it. She felt his hand grasp her flesh and his grip tighten. She froze and looked at him, he was still sleeping. ‘He doesn’t look so bad now, just when he’s drunk.’ She moved again and grabbed the robe, pulling onto the bed with them. She then tried to slip out from under his arm but his grip tightened again.
“Where are you going?” He asked without opening his eyes. She leapt out of the bed, threw the robe onto her body and backed away from him.
“I was just going to…” She began
“Don’t try to lie. You start to go slightly red and I’m not complaining, it looks cute, but please don’t.”
She gave him a strange look as he sat up in bed. The blanket fell off of his bare chest and landed around his hips. “I need clothes.” She said glaring at him.
He nodded at the chair. She turned and there was her bag on the chair. She started for it but suddenly he had an arm around her waist holding her back.
“You have to earn them.” He whispered in her ear.
She elbowed him in the stomach and stepped away. She almost fell, but he caught her and turned her so she could face him.
“You need food first, don’t you little demon girl?” He smiled and nodded to the table, which was covered in more food.
“Oh no I’m not falling for that again.” She pushed against his chest trying to break his hold on her waist.
“Oh it’s fine here I’ll eat something too.” He forcefully guided her to the table. Grabbed an apple bit into then handed it to her. She took it and fell into the chair. She ate it as she watched him grab another apple for himself. She finished her apple, a glass of red juice made from berries and a bit more fruit. She then stretched allowing the long lose sleeves to fall to her elbows.
“Ok then how do I earn my clothes?” She growled daring him to answer.
“You are a talented woman, in combat, as far as I’ve seen. And I was thinking you could learn to use a sword, you handled it well when we first met.”
“Oh yeah that’s what I’ll always remember. Love at first sight.” She growled.
“You can fight one of my Dragon Slayers with a sword.”
“Great, do I get some lessons first?”
“No.”
“Well isn’t that just fucking great.” She smiled sweetly, then crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll need something to fight in.”
“Yes of course. Anyway. I had you other clothes washed.” He stood and headed for his wardrobe.
“You owe me a sweater ass hole.” She stood and followed him. “And I demand a shower.”
“You demand.”
“Damn straight.” She smiled as he opened the closet and rummaged through it.
“Here we go.” He pulled out a black leather top, suited for a girl.
“Do I want to know why the hell you have this in here?”
“I used to have a female Dragon Slayer, and then she died. And I haven’t had a girl in the ranks since.”
“So why the hell should I learn to use a sword.”
“Because you are strong, and Folken told me that I should try to have a woman in there again.”
“Folken? What the hell kind of name is that? It’s almost as bad as yours.” She growled. He threw the shirt at her, which she caught easily. He then threw her a skirt slitted on both sides and knee-high boots. Then he pointed to the bathroom.
“You have five minutes.”
“Says you jerk. I’ll take as long as I fucking want.”
“Five minutes or I’ll come in there.”
“Ok, I have clothes right here, why the hell should I still have to fight the Dragon Losers?”
“Well this stuff isn’t the best thing to wear all the time, plus you have more then clothes in there I bet. So you can have the whole bag if you win.”
“And if I lose?” She asked walking away.
“We’ll see.” He smiled evilly as she closed the door. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged. He turned his head to the side and saw her hair was braided again and still dripped. She thick leather shirt fit tightly and showed her toned stomach, and muscular arms. The skirt was rather short and the leather boots had intricate metal designs that matched those on her shirt. She twirled.
“You’re right it isn’t every day wear.” She grumbled trying to pull the skirt down more.
“Don’t do that.” He snapped standing up. He went to the sword rack, she followed behind. He picked up a thin blade and handed it to her. She reached past it and picked up another sword.
She stepped away from him and swung it easily. Dilandau sighed and stepped behind her. He placed one hand on her stomach and the other on the sword above hers.
“You grip more to the end.” He instructed showing her. He then showed her a few moves that would help.
“You said I didn’t get any lessons.” She smirked as he showed her a block.
“I also said I’d come in if you took longer then five minutes.” He let her go and took the sheath for her blade.
He grabbed the belt buckle that the Sheath hung on and whipped the end around her body. He caught it and pulled her close to fasten it for her. She sheathed the blade easily. He then grabbed her and pulled her close to his body. She looked up at him, an identical fire burned in both eyes. He felt a tapping on the inside of his thigh. He smirked at her and she smiled back tapping harder.
“What are you doing?” He asked smiling. ‘Finally she realized that she might as well co-operate.’
“Look for yourself.” She smiled mischievously.
He pulled away slight and looked down. There was his own knife pressed against his thigh, ready to slice him up so easily. He looked at her with shock in his eyes. “You bitch!” He roared pushing her away roughly.
She looked at him and laughed in a hollow way.
The laugh rang in his ears. ‘She sounds like…me.” He looked at her. He slapped her hard across the face. She fell and slid a little ways over the floor. She stood up and smiled at him. She then threw the knife at his face, which he caught before he received a scar.
She then started to the door, Dilandau followed this time. She waited at the door for him to open it. He touched the pad causing it to turn blue and the door slid open. He grabbed her wrist and led her down the hallways and corridors.
Together they entered a vast room.
The Dragon Slayers had been training hard when he entered. They rushed forward and greeted him. Ray looked around, noticing all of their eyes were on her.
“What the hell are you looking at pussy?” She asked. They smiled and looked away. “Damn right.” She growled and pulled out of Dilandau’s grip.
Dalet looked up at her.
She suddenly backhanded him. They all looked shocked. She smiled. “I don’t think that I gave you permission to look at me now did I? Nu uh.” She then walked down the line and wandered around the room.
Dalet rubbed his face where she had hit him, while Dilandau smiled at her back.
“Rayana here, thinks that she deserves new clothes. I told her she would fight one of you for them. And as she just challenged Dalet, he can do the honours.” Dilandau smiled and moved to his smaller throne.
Ray still wandered around the room while the other Slayers stepped off the floor leaving Dalet there alone. He drew his sword and stood ready. “Dalet was it?” She asked absently looking at him. “Yeah I remember you. You and the other bitch knocked me out. Oh well, pay back right?” She smiled sweetly, drew her blade and stood ready. It felt so natural in her hand, so light and easy to use.
‘I never taught her that…’ Dilandau thought as she stood ready, Dalet was standing differently then her, but she had placed her balance evenly.
Dalet ran at her, ready to strike her down easily. She dodged his blade, placed her free hand on his shoulder, using him as a vault as she threw herself through the air, pulled a graceful 540 and landed on her feet, and spun to face Dalet with a smirk on her face.
The Dragon Slayers, as well as their General were surprised. None of them had expected such a move from her.
Dalet looked shocked. “How did you do that?” he asked frozen on the spot.
“Eleven years of gymnastics and four years of cheerleading will do the trick.” She smiled.
“Dalet! Don’t just stand there!!!” Dilandau yelled.
Dalet charged at her again. She deflected his sword and tripped him. He fell and rolled onto his back and blocked as she swung her sword down.
“Hey Dilly-boy? How do I end this?” She yelled over her shoulder.
‘Dilly-boy?’ He thought as he watched as Dalet struggled to keep his sword up at his defence. “You have to knock his sword away and place your blade at any point that would kill him.”
“Oh kind of like what I did to you earlier. Actually it’s twice now that I’ve beat you huh.” She smiled as she slid her sword down his causing a screech of metal on metal. Her edge hit the hilt of his sword and she knocked his hand away. She stepped on his blade flattening in to the ground and placed her blade at Dalet’s neck.
The Dragon Slayers watched as she ended the fight and stood over their comrade. Dilandau stood up and approached her.
“You think that would kill him?” She asked stupidly. Dilandau passed her hitting her in the back of the head. “HEY! What the hell was that for!?” She let Dalet up and pointed her sword at Dilandau. “Bitch!” She yelled at Dilandau’s back.
The General spun and was about to place his blade at her throat when she blocked and punched him in the stomach. Dilandau stepped back and stared at her, outraged. He ran at her. She dodged and spun, hitting him in the spine with the hilt of her blade. Dilandau fell to his knees but swung his sword up over his head. He held the blade and the handle as she hit it with a strength that surprised him. He threw her back, spun to face her on his knees. She was running at him, he swung at her feet, causing her to jump and somersault over him. He followed her movements. She landed and he tackled her. Once he had her down he flipped her onto her back.
“Well this looks familiar.” He whispered in her ear.
She growled and before he could place his blade at her throat she kneed him in the ass throwing him over her. Before he could get up she managed a backwards somersault and landed on top of him pining him perfectly and placed her blade at his throat. Suddenly Gatti, Chesta, Viole, Miguel, Guimel, and Dalet all had their blades pointed at her neck and head. She looked up at them.
“Get up, slowly.” Chesta hissed.
Ray moved her sword causing them all to move their blades closer to her the lay the sword down next to Dilandau’s head and raised her hands as she stood up. She moved away from Dilandau. He rose and picked up her sword.
‘She’s fearless.’ He thought as he looked at her emotionless face. He walked over to her and hit her across the face. ‘She beat me. How dare she!’ He hit her again, causing her to fall on her side. He looked down at her, as she stirred and rose up in front of him.
“You didn’t try you best.” She said looking at him,
“Neither did you.” She smiled and shrugged at the accusation. She moved her shoulder and massaged it as he watched her. “What did you do? No one managed to hit you.”
“I haven’t pulled something like the move I used for Dalet in awhile, I never had to.” She smiled. “You guys are quite talented.”
“So are you, for someone who has never used a sword.” He looked at her suspiciously.
“No I never have, but just was so natural. Of course I’ve been learning how to fight for awhile.” She smiled. Dilandau handed her her sword. She took it and sheathed it.
“Let’s go see what we can do about that shoulder. And I think you’ll make a fine Dragon Slayer.” He led the way out.
“Oh I am not going to be a Dragon Slayer.” She replied staying where she was.
Dilandau turned and looked at her. “And why the hell not?”
“Until you defeat me then I can’t. Because from what I see, these boys aren’t as strong as you, and if you can’t beat me then I can’t me your lower.” She replied.
Dilandau’s eyes watched as she watched past him and towards the door. “Keep training. I’ll be back later.” He growled to his Slayers before approaching the door, which Ray leaned next to waiting for him.
Once the door slid shut the Dragon Slayers talked about what had just happened, and what might happen next.
“Locked.” She growled. She looked around for another exit. The balcony! ‘We can’t be that high up.’ She thought as she rushed to the windows. The food on the table caught her eye as she passed it. ‘Well at least he did something right the bastard. God, you better hope you don’t come back while I’m still here.’ She reached for an apple and bit in as she stepped out onto the balcony. It didn’t connect to any other rooms but it had a kind of rock jutting over it like a roof with thick plain black columns at the corners. She rushed to the black banister. She leaned over it, but gasped and pulled back again before she fell. “No…” She whispered as she looked at the ground, hundreds of miles below her. She leaned over for a better look. The apple slipped out of her hand and fell. She suddenly pulled back and laughed loudly. “That’ll hit some chicken in the head and she’ll scream ‘the sky is falling the sky is falling!’” Ray laughed more and wiped a tear from her eye as she stumbled backwards and fell. She sat there and laughed. “That bastard!” She managed to get out. “He drugged that damn food. Or he’s so gonna…” She passed out on the balcony.
~*~
Dilandau opened the door to his room and looked around for Ray. He saw the food was untouched and the bed empty, the robe gone. Dilandau looked around after throwing something onto a chair, he checked the bathroom, and his personal training room, as well as his small room that contained a table in the middle, incense and candles, a large bathtub/small pool for when he wished to relax or have a massage. As he came out of the darker room he saw the thin curtains blowing in a breeze coming through the open door.
“What the hell…” His eyes went wide and what colour he had drained from his face. “You better not have jumped, only I can end my game!” He growled as he ran to the door. There she was unconscious on the balcony. He knelt down beside Ray, she was pale and cold. He picked her up and carried her into his room. ‘Guess you did eat some food, well good, I don’t want you to die, not yet anyway.’ She was stiff and obviously sore. She had a large bruise on her face from where he had hit her. He placed her on the bed, gently taking off her robe and covering her up. He walked to his white marble fireplace to start a warm fire to help her recover. He then stripped himself down and climbed in beside her naked body. He pulled her close to him resting her head on his chest and wrapped his arm around her waist. He fell into sleep soon after his hard day of training his slayers.
A while later the dark haired woman snuck into her master’s chamber. She crept over to his bed, the only light coming from the fireplace. She was about to crawl in with him as a surprise when she saw the other girl there. Already in bed with her master! She growled and left quickly. She hated this blond girl; the bitch was trying to take her place as Dilandau’s favourite wench. “Without that position I will just be a lowly servant girl who any man can have. I won’t get the treatment that I do now. I have to get rid of her, my life depends on it.’ She left quickly and quietly, and stalked down the hallway to her own private chamber, that she could lose, and then any man would be able to find his way into her bed, and she wouldn’t be able to retaliate.
~*~
Ray woke in the bed on her back. She looked around and saw Dilandau beside her. She wanted to kill him right there, but she was frozen in the spot.
‘Did he…again?’ She tried to remember but got nothing. She didn’t feel any sorer, but a little better. ‘I guess that’s the only thing I can go on, I guess he didn’t.’ She tried to move away from him noticing that his arm was around her waist. She looked around, her robe was lying on the floor next to the bed. She moved a little and reached down to get it. She felt his hand grasp her flesh and his grip tighten. She froze and looked at him, he was still sleeping. ‘He doesn’t look so bad now, just when he’s drunk.’ She moved again and grabbed the robe, pulling onto the bed with them. She then tried to slip out from under his arm but his grip tightened again.
“Where are you going?” He asked without opening his eyes. She leapt out of the bed, threw the robe onto her body and backed away from him.
“I was just going to…” She began
“Don’t try to lie. You start to go slightly red and I’m not complaining, it looks cute, but please don’t.”
She gave him a strange look as he sat up in bed. The blanket fell off of his bare chest and landed around his hips. “I need clothes.” She said glaring at him.
He nodded at the chair. She turned and there was her bag on the chair. She started for it but suddenly he had an arm around her waist holding her back.
“You have to earn them.” He whispered in her ear.
She elbowed him in the stomach and stepped away. She almost fell, but he caught her and turned her so she could face him.
“You need food first, don’t you little demon girl?” He smiled and nodded to the table, which was covered in more food.
“Oh no I’m not falling for that again.” She pushed against his chest trying to break his hold on her waist.
“Oh it’s fine here I’ll eat something too.” He forcefully guided her to the table. Grabbed an apple bit into then handed it to her. She took it and fell into the chair. She ate it as she watched him grab another apple for himself. She finished her apple, a glass of red juice made from berries and a bit more fruit. She then stretched allowing the long lose sleeves to fall to her elbows.
“Ok then how do I earn my clothes?” She growled daring him to answer.
“You are a talented woman, in combat, as far as I’ve seen. And I was thinking you could learn to use a sword, you handled it well when we first met.”
“Oh yeah that’s what I’ll always remember. Love at first sight.” She growled.
“You can fight one of my Dragon Slayers with a sword.”
“Great, do I get some lessons first?”
“No.”
“Well isn’t that just fucking great.” She smiled sweetly, then crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll need something to fight in.”
“Yes of course. Anyway. I had you other clothes washed.” He stood and headed for his wardrobe.
“You owe me a sweater ass hole.” She stood and followed him. “And I demand a shower.”
“You demand.”
“Damn straight.” She smiled as he opened the closet and rummaged through it.
“Here we go.” He pulled out a black leather top, suited for a girl.
“Do I want to know why the hell you have this in here?”
“I used to have a female Dragon Slayer, and then she died. And I haven’t had a girl in the ranks since.”
“So why the hell should I learn to use a sword.”
“Because you are strong, and Folken told me that I should try to have a woman in there again.”
“Folken? What the hell kind of name is that? It’s almost as bad as yours.” She growled. He threw the shirt at her, which she caught easily. He then threw her a skirt slitted on both sides and knee-high boots. Then he pointed to the bathroom.
“You have five minutes.”
“Says you jerk. I’ll take as long as I fucking want.”
“Five minutes or I’ll come in there.”
“Ok, I have clothes right here, why the hell should I still have to fight the Dragon Losers?”
“Well this stuff isn’t the best thing to wear all the time, plus you have more then clothes in there I bet. So you can have the whole bag if you win.”
“And if I lose?” She asked walking away.
“We’ll see.” He smiled evilly as she closed the door. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged. He turned his head to the side and saw her hair was braided again and still dripped. She thick leather shirt fit tightly and showed her toned stomach, and muscular arms. The skirt was rather short and the leather boots had intricate metal designs that matched those on her shirt. She twirled.
“You’re right it isn’t every day wear.” She grumbled trying to pull the skirt down more.
“Don’t do that.” He snapped standing up. He went to the sword rack, she followed behind. He picked up a thin blade and handed it to her. She reached past it and picked up another sword.
She stepped away from him and swung it easily. Dilandau sighed and stepped behind her. He placed one hand on her stomach and the other on the sword above hers.
“You grip more to the end.” He instructed showing her. He then showed her a few moves that would help.
“You said I didn’t get any lessons.” She smirked as he showed her a block.
“I also said I’d come in if you took longer then five minutes.” He let her go and took the sheath for her blade.
He grabbed the belt buckle that the Sheath hung on and whipped the end around her body. He caught it and pulled her close to fasten it for her. She sheathed the blade easily. He then grabbed her and pulled her close to his body. She looked up at him, an identical fire burned in both eyes. He felt a tapping on the inside of his thigh. He smirked at her and she smiled back tapping harder.
“What are you doing?” He asked smiling. ‘Finally she realized that she might as well co-operate.’
“Look for yourself.” She smiled mischievously.
He pulled away slight and looked down. There was his own knife pressed against his thigh, ready to slice him up so easily. He looked at her with shock in his eyes. “You bitch!” He roared pushing her away roughly.
She looked at him and laughed in a hollow way.
The laugh rang in his ears. ‘She sounds like…me.” He looked at her. He slapped her hard across the face. She fell and slid a little ways over the floor. She stood up and smiled at him. She then threw the knife at his face, which he caught before he received a scar.
She then started to the door, Dilandau followed this time. She waited at the door for him to open it. He touched the pad causing it to turn blue and the door slid open. He grabbed her wrist and led her down the hallways and corridors.
Together they entered a vast room.
The Dragon Slayers had been training hard when he entered. They rushed forward and greeted him. Ray looked around, noticing all of their eyes were on her.
“What the hell are you looking at pussy?” She asked. They smiled and looked away. “Damn right.” She growled and pulled out of Dilandau’s grip.
Dalet looked up at her.
She suddenly backhanded him. They all looked shocked. She smiled. “I don’t think that I gave you permission to look at me now did I? Nu uh.” She then walked down the line and wandered around the room.
Dalet rubbed his face where she had hit him, while Dilandau smiled at her back.
“Rayana here, thinks that she deserves new clothes. I told her she would fight one of you for them. And as she just challenged Dalet, he can do the honours.” Dilandau smiled and moved to his smaller throne.
Ray still wandered around the room while the other Slayers stepped off the floor leaving Dalet there alone. He drew his sword and stood ready. “Dalet was it?” She asked absently looking at him. “Yeah I remember you. You and the other bitch knocked me out. Oh well, pay back right?” She smiled sweetly, drew her blade and stood ready. It felt so natural in her hand, so light and easy to use.
‘I never taught her that…’ Dilandau thought as she stood ready, Dalet was standing differently then her, but she had placed her balance evenly.
Dalet ran at her, ready to strike her down easily. She dodged his blade, placed her free hand on his shoulder, using him as a vault as she threw herself through the air, pulled a graceful 540 and landed on her feet, and spun to face Dalet with a smirk on her face.
The Dragon Slayers, as well as their General were surprised. None of them had expected such a move from her.
Dalet looked shocked. “How did you do that?” he asked frozen on the spot.
“Eleven years of gymnastics and four years of cheerleading will do the trick.” She smiled.
“Dalet! Don’t just stand there!!!” Dilandau yelled.
Dalet charged at her again. She deflected his sword and tripped him. He fell and rolled onto his back and blocked as she swung her sword down.
“Hey Dilly-boy? How do I end this?” She yelled over her shoulder.
‘Dilly-boy?’ He thought as he watched as Dalet struggled to keep his sword up at his defence. “You have to knock his sword away and place your blade at any point that would kill him.”
“Oh kind of like what I did to you earlier. Actually it’s twice now that I’ve beat you huh.” She smiled as she slid her sword down his causing a screech of metal on metal. Her edge hit the hilt of his sword and she knocked his hand away. She stepped on his blade flattening in to the ground and placed her blade at Dalet’s neck.
The Dragon Slayers watched as she ended the fight and stood over their comrade. Dilandau stood up and approached her.
“You think that would kill him?” She asked stupidly. Dilandau passed her hitting her in the back of the head. “HEY! What the hell was that for!?” She let Dalet up and pointed her sword at Dilandau. “Bitch!” She yelled at Dilandau’s back.
The General spun and was about to place his blade at her throat when she blocked and punched him in the stomach. Dilandau stepped back and stared at her, outraged. He ran at her. She dodged and spun, hitting him in the spine with the hilt of her blade. Dilandau fell to his knees but swung his sword up over his head. He held the blade and the handle as she hit it with a strength that surprised him. He threw her back, spun to face her on his knees. She was running at him, he swung at her feet, causing her to jump and somersault over him. He followed her movements. She landed and he tackled her. Once he had her down he flipped her onto her back.
“Well this looks familiar.” He whispered in her ear.
She growled and before he could place his blade at her throat she kneed him in the ass throwing him over her. Before he could get up she managed a backwards somersault and landed on top of him pining him perfectly and placed her blade at his throat. Suddenly Gatti, Chesta, Viole, Miguel, Guimel, and Dalet all had their blades pointed at her neck and head. She looked up at them.
“Get up, slowly.” Chesta hissed.
Ray moved her sword causing them all to move their blades closer to her the lay the sword down next to Dilandau’s head and raised her hands as she stood up. She moved away from Dilandau. He rose and picked up her sword.
‘She’s fearless.’ He thought as he looked at her emotionless face. He walked over to her and hit her across the face. ‘She beat me. How dare she!’ He hit her again, causing her to fall on her side. He looked down at her, as she stirred and rose up in front of him.
“You didn’t try you best.” She said looking at him,
“Neither did you.” She smiled and shrugged at the accusation. She moved her shoulder and massaged it as he watched her. “What did you do? No one managed to hit you.”
“I haven’t pulled something like the move I used for Dalet in awhile, I never had to.” She smiled. “You guys are quite talented.”
“So are you, for someone who has never used a sword.” He looked at her suspiciously.
“No I never have, but just was so natural. Of course I’ve been learning how to fight for awhile.” She smiled. Dilandau handed her her sword. She took it and sheathed it.
“Let’s go see what we can do about that shoulder. And I think you’ll make a fine Dragon Slayer.” He led the way out.
“Oh I am not going to be a Dragon Slayer.” She replied staying where she was.
Dilandau turned and looked at her. “And why the hell not?”
“Until you defeat me then I can’t. Because from what I see, these boys aren’t as strong as you, and if you can’t beat me then I can’t me your lower.” She replied.
Dilandau’s eyes watched as she watched past him and towards the door. “Keep training. I’ll be back later.” He growled to his Slayers before approaching the door, which Ray leaned next to waiting for him.
Once the door slid shut the Dragon Slayers talked about what had just happened, and what might happen next.