Thirty minutes passed; Hunters strolled through the camp, wondering where some of their men had disappeared to, for they had specific chores that hadn’t yet been seen to. Calling out their names, receiving no answer, the Hunters became alert. Signaling one another, spreading out, Hunters parted in opposite directions and veering around one of the trucks, the men found nothing until one spotted a smudge of blood on a tarp covering the bed of the truck.
Lowering his rifle, pulling back the tarp, Malcolm and others lay lifeless with all of their throats slashed, or heads cut clean from their shoulders. In a series of shuffling steps, he backed away, alerting the others in the camp.
“Intruders!” he shouted, “We have intruders!”
The Captain, shouting in a gruff Scottish accent, approached, carrying a large rifle draped across his back and a large axe tight in hand. As he gestured around the camp, he ordered the men to spread out around the area,
“Stand guard, protect the beast! He’s our meal ticket and I’ll not allow my competition to take him from me! I won’t deal with another batch of useless shites!” he spat, referring to the men and women from the town with no name.
Scattering in high alert, gathering in groups, crowding in a large cluster around the great dragon, the Hunters waited in anticipation of an attack from the unknown assailants.
Carefully peeking my head around the bed of the truck, I had my glasses that helped me study the Captain’s appearance; he was tall, with a burly build, and scraggly braided black hair that had several strands hanging in his face. His thick, and unkempt beard, followed the shape of his large, square jaw.
Looking around, scanning the men that gathered around him, I sensed both Lycynian and mortal energies, mentioning the observation to the others that couldn’t differentiate between them, except for Anthony and Nathan who caught the musk of their kind. Watching as Thomas and Anthony whispered, I glanced back up at the mountain above us, and could barely see Marxus’ head but then I caught something moving close to the thick rock. Sensing Zanzabarr’s uneasiness, I gripped his collar, listening as he released low growls of aggression, and at times I had wrap my hands around his snout, keeping him from howling loudly.
“I know you’re there!” Armiforde shouted, gripping his axe, “I smell you, so reveal yourself now and we might spare you!” he looked around, hearing faint laughter.
“Now?” Sarah whispered.
“Now.” Thomas nodded, then led everyone from hiding.
Slowly, one-by-one, the eight of us emerged from around the trucks and tents, standing in a straight line, with weapons in hand, with Thomas and Anthony taking their place in front, as if in charge.
Scanning the men and women, the Hunters all broke out in a long, hardy laugh, mocking them, pointing and shaking their heads.
“My-my, what do we…” Armiforde cleared his throat, “what do we have ’ere, five pretty boys and two very pretty girls.” he observed smugly, eyeing them up and down, as if showing interest, then glancing at the black wolf that stood next to the petite raven-haired woman, his eyes grew wide, “Oi, look at that, a wolf!” he pointed his axe toward the canine that let out a deep aggressive growl, “I haven’t seen them in ages, so I think I’ll wearing your teeth around my neck and your sleek, black fur around my shoulders.” he boasted.
“That dragon doesn’t belong to you!” Thomas announced as he pointed his sword toward Axeon’s direction, “Release him!”
Looking around, Armiforde mocked, raising a hand to his ear.
“I’m sorry, doesn’t belong to me?” he glanced toward the dragon, “Well, I don’t think he belongs to you, since I see no mark of ownership branded anywhere on him, so tell me, can you prove to me that he is yours?” he mocked, raising a thick, curious eyebrow then sniffed the air, “Mortal.” he spat with a distaste for mortals.
Despite attempting to focus forward, everyone’s eyes, except mine, veered around the Hunters, observing Axeon’s realistic existence in complete awe, but then shook it off, paying close attention.
“A tattoo, or brand, isn’t required but then again, I wouldn’t expect you…” Marxus’ voice shouted in authority, appearing behind the small party, regaining enough strength, “or any of your comrades to understand that!” he stood between Thomas and Anthony, “Now release my dragon, I won’t say it again!” he panted.
Armiforde and his men, glared at Marxus, then busted into another round of laughter, mocking his authority, position, and appearance for he looked worn, and weak.
“F*cking Lycynians.” Erik muttered, catching their musk and wet dog scent that filled the air, sweeping through the valley.
Nathan and Anthony leered at him, spitting at his feet.
“Speak for yourself.” Nathan barked bluntly.
“Bite me.” Erik mocked.
“Enough!” Thomas hissed over his shoulder.
Armiforde stood, looking at his companions with a smug grin, then turned facing them once more, after his laughter ceased in a heavy huff.
“Look old man, I don’t have time for this little HE’S YOURS BULLSH*T all right? I caught him, he’s mine!” he growled, puffing his chest, “It’s as simple as that, hmm? What’s that uh, phrase?” he looked around once more, “Finders-Keepers?”
“I won’t ask you again, release my dragon or you will pay the consequences!” Marxus ordered powerfully, though weakened.
“Consquences? Let me tell you something, old man! I’ve had a rough few days, and you’re just making it worse, the town a ways back…” Armiforde waved his left hand toward the far distance, “has been destroyed and it was a shame too, because I had some good business with those townsmen, and guess what? The entire town was burned to the ground and it was not done by ordinary fire, because this beauty here I would bet…” he turned, gesturing at the captured dragon, “was the cause of the destruction, so I think he’s fair payment for all of the trouble I’ve had to deal with. Now, we’re out here doin’ what we do, when we came across this gem hunting on lands that’re mine and since it has no name or brand, I claim him! So perhaps we can come to some kind of deal?” he held out his hand, “Once I find a buyer on the market that specializes in rare oddities, we can split the profit, hmm, for I’m sure it would be quite substantial for all of us! And if not, I suggest you go your way with your lives intact, leaving me going the other way with my men and my prize, but since we’re makin’ a deal, I’ll take your pretty girls and the red-haired boy, or maybe just the whole of ya!” he caught the scent in the air, “Ah, Demons…interesting, I hear Demon blood catches a fair price if sold to the right bidder…” he looked at one of his men standing closely, “I think the Delacroix clan would love this.” he glared back at the invaders, “Must be our lucky day after all, eh boys? And I know men that would love their company, if you know what I mean, hmm?” he raised one of his thick eyebrows.
“One sick f*ck after another.” I moaned, with a frown.
Armiforde leered at her, growing a faint grin.
“She’s feisty, I haven’t had a woman in a quite a while so I’m going to enjoy having my fun with ye…” he gloated, licking his lips.
“In your dreams!” I spat, gripping my sword and Zanzabarr’s collar tightly.
Armiforde chuckled, then broke his gaze.
“So you’re telling me, and my companions here, to simply go the other way with our tails between our legs, forgetting that we encountered you, and that you captured my dragon?! Is that what you’re saying?” Marxus gestured around the camp, “While leaving you here to butcher, or worse, to the women and men in my party? Just like that, huh?” he glanced at all of the curious, and worried faces that looked at him, “Well I do not think that’s going to happen, so maybe this will convince you of my intention on the matter!” he manifested blue fire in his left hand, and throwing it toward the men, it landed far from his intended target, as if not putting much effort into his throw, or he deliberately missed, offering a warning.
Armiforde and the rest of the Hunters, took steps back, as if they were startled. After gaining their composure, the men bravely stepped forward, watching as the man threw several more blue balls of fire that still missed their mark. Holding out his arms, the Captain mocked loudly,
“Is that it?! Ooo, I’m shakin’ in my boots!”
Marxus leered, growing tired more and more. Falling to his knees, resting on his sword that plunged into the grass, he felt hands grabbing onto him for support. Glancing around, he nodded, begging us to charge forward and rescue Axeon, for time was of the essence.
“Go…” he rasped, “GO!” he pushed their hands away.
“Here we go boys!” Armiforde pulled his rifle off his back, as he gripped his large axe tight in hand, “Kill ’em all, but leave the old man to me, he’s mine!” he looked around, “And keep a look out for the Demon’s magic!”
“Yzavela…” Marxus looked at her before she lunged forward, “give them Hell.” he nodded.
“Absolutely!” I nodded, then ran forward with the others with my sword in hand, and Zanzabarr who stayed close.
Jonathan, with his daggers, and Erik with his sword, moved with such precision and accuracy, and in between the use of their weapons, they conjured their magic in several bright blasts, throwing the Hunters back, or worse.
Thomas and Anthony, with their dual swords, moved as if the brothers were Musketeers, as did Nathan, who fought fiercely and was a completely different person on the field.
Sarah, with her precise archery skills, stood on the back of the trucks, shooting arrow-after-arrow, never missing her target. Aiming at one rather large, thick boned Hunter, she found it difficult to bring him down because of two reasons, one it was his adrenaline that kept him going and two, his thicker skin didn’t make it easy for her arrows to penetrate. Whatever the reason, Sarah became frightened as she watched him stomp in her direction, and as she reached for another arrow, she found her quiver empty, hanging lightly against her back. Jumping off the truck, looking around with nothing else to use for her defense, she did the only thing she could think of, she ran, hiding beneath one of the trucks that veered around one of the tents.
“Sarah!” Jonathan called out to her, watching as the young woman crawled out of sight, “Sarah!” he grunted, and just as he turned, throwing a dagger, watching the blade fly through the air, it plunged deeply into the man’s thick neck.
Marxus struggled, but managed long enough to gather what was left of his own strength, fighting alongside Thomas, but in between, he attempted blue arcane blasts of fire but he kept missing his targets, falling short a few feet or they landed in a different direction. Everywhere, there were scorch marks on the grass.
I paid no attention to the warriors around me, because I just focused on myself. With my new sword and self-defense skills, I fought well enough for my first REAL skirmish I suppose. I didn’t hold back my demonic rage, releasing blasts of bright red Aura-like flames, setting several of the men on fire, or for several moments at a time, I lured flames from scattered fires around the camp, then threw it outward, creating lines of fire across the Hunter’s path, confusing the men before it spread, burning up their legs and torsos, melting their skin leaving life-threatening burns. In between that, I threw most of the barrels at other Hunters that charged towards me with my Telekinesis, and watching as the wood knocked them down, causing them to lose their weapons, I ran forward and struck them down.
Zanzabarr began expressing his hellhound aggression, as the large wolf pounced men to the ground, biting and ripping out throats, or tore them apart with his extremely strong jaws. He also ripped spines from his enemy with little, to no effort.
The sounds of weapons clashing blade-to-blade, was vicious as both groups of warriors swung their weapons fiercely, and with blood splattering everywhere, with wounds inflicted on both parties, there were severed limbs and decapitated heads. Some mortals, though not many, lost their courage as they turned and dropped their weapons, escaping the skirmish, only to have a dagger plunged into their backs, blast with magic, or chased down by the aggressive wolf that took them down just like a true predator. Their screams could be heard as they had been torn apart.
“GOOD BOY.” I thought, just as I struck another man down.
Armiforde swung his axe at Marxus but missed because he, in a swift back-step, dodged the bladed weapon and just as the two men stood, facing one another, Marxus managed to push the man backwards with an invisible force, before falling to his knees. Raising his gaze, watching as Armiforde caught his balance, the Hunter looked around, dropping his axe, holding out his arms, releasing loud mortal howls that were answered from the men that still fought around the camp before they too, dropped their weapons.
“Shift!” Armiforde shouted, “Let’s end this in our true form!”
Everyone, scattered across the field, watched as the large, and powerful men, began their transition from mortals, to their eight-to-nine foot muscular Lycynian counterparts.
“Sh*t…” Sarah crawled out from beneath the truck, running toward the others that quickly gathered around in a circle.
“F*ck me.” I lowered my sword, then whistled to Zanzabarr.
Anthony frowned, tossing his sword to the ground, making a quick decision without having to think about it.
“Tony, what’re you doing?!” Thomas wondered, watching as his brother’s stature changed, followed by a unsettling sound of breaking bones, growing taller, becoming one of the many Lycynian-looking jackals with short, bristly dark brown hair, or fur, in some place; his torn clothes lay nearby.
“Thomas!” Marxus urged after managing to get to his feet.
Thomas said nothing, never seeing the transition before and in that moment, he understood, or tried to understand, what it was like for his younger brother every full moon, or at any time. Feeling Marxus’ hands pull him away, the two men had rushed over to the others that pulled them closely.
“This f*cking complicates things!” Erik groaned, watching as the Lycynians ran around before engaging in a skirmish with their own.
The Lycynians were all the same color, dark brown beasts released deep, guttural growls and howls, suffering scratches and bites, with no way to tell which beast was Anthony.
At least twelve Lycynians approached the invaders of their camp, with their slathering jaws and taloned hands dripping in blood from the others they had scratched moments ago. As they snarled, squinting their yellow eyes, they all lunged but just as they jumped high into the air, their advances had been deflected by an invisible force; the paranormal beings roughly fell to the ground, before springing back to their feet, making attempts one after another.
Both Erik and Jonathan infused the barrier they created with several threads of arcane magic, keeping the shield that kept them all from the beasts outside, in place.
“That won’t last.” Erik mumbled, feeling the pressure of the beasts continuing to pound their bulks against the outside of the barrier.
“He’s right.” Jonathan complained, feeling a similar pressure as he pushed against the forceful advances, then his blue eyes watched as the Lycynians stretched out around the circular shape of the dome.
Breathing heavily, the rest of us listened as the Lycynians, in violent attempts, continued pounding against the barrier that both Demons had put in place, and keeping it still, but with every attack, the barrier weakened for it wasn’t something the Demons’ could keep in place forever, and would need to dismantle it soon, in order to create another.
“What are we going to do now?” Thomas inquired, “And why aren’t you out there?!” he turned, leering at Nathan.
“For what, risking my life in a fight you know we can’t win?!” the young man argued, “Piss off!”
“But you’re a warrior, aren’t you?” I mocked.
“Hey, I only fight when I have to, and change when I want to!” he leered at her, “And right now, I don’t want to, not like that man-pimp who’s probably already dead out there somewhere!”
Hearing those words, I gasped softly, then stepped aside just as Thomas lunged for Nathan, pushing him against the inner walls of the barrier that shimmered from their hard impact; a Lycynian outside, stood close, leering at them, slathering its jaws.
“You’re lucky I don’t ask them to open the barrier, that way I can just throw you out there and rid us of your presence!” the Italian barked deeply, showing his temper that he had always kept under control.
“Thomas, that’s enough!” Marxus affirmed, hearing the loud, unsettling thumping-like buzz from the attacks of the beasts outside, “We need to get Axeon out of that net, we can’t win this on our own, so he’s our only hope.” he fretted then taking a deep breath, turning to Yzavela, he continued, “You are the only one that can do this.”
“What?!” I shouted, panting, “Are you f*cking kidding me?!”
“Marxus, no…” Thomas pulled away from Nathan, “she’s just a child, she’s not strong enough to pull out that spear. Not on her own, even with her Telekinesis.” he advised honestly.
“But she is, she just doesn’t know it yet.” Marxus ignored the Italian’s words of concern, “Yzavela please, we need him or we will all die here. And yes, even Anthony out there will die, and I know you don’t want that.”
Remaining silent, I turned my head, watching as several of the Lycynians still fought among themselves while others still tried breaking through the barrier.
“All right, I’ll do it!” I nodded bravely.
“Keeps, no!” Erik turned to her, “You can’t, you’re just a mere half-breed, you don’t have powers that can keep you alive out there.”
“Thanks again for reminding me, again.” I backed away, “But I am bringing someone with me!” I looked at Marxus who had no choice but to agree, “Jonathan, would you mind?” my eyes looked in his direction. Receiving a nod, I finished as we approached the barrier closer to the back, “Distract them so we can slip through the back.” I advised, looking at Erik.
“This is bloody ridiculous!” Erik argued.
“Erik!” Marxus affirmed, “Do it, NOW!”
“Fine.” the young man huffed, then turned, facing the barrier. Together he, Marxus, Thomas and Sarah, shouted loudly, as they drew the Lycynian’s attentions toward the front while Jonathan and Yzavela slipped through a tear along the rear of the barrier, “I can’t hold them back much longer.” Erik rasped heavily, feeling the pressure of the magic almost shatter, “I’m going to have to bring it down and renew it!” he looked over at Marxus.
“Do it!” he nodded agreeably.
Erik, reaching out his glowing hands, pulled the magic close in an inward motion before throwing out his hands; the dome above and around himself and the others in his company, had pushed the Lycynians, as if being thrown and just as the large, bulky beasts landed on the ground, the young Demon quickly renewed the barrier above and around with renewed magic.
“I can’t keep doing this.” Erik complained, looking toward the Immortal that knelt on one knee, panting from fatigue.
“I know, Erik…I know.” he muttered.
Jonathan and I, with Zanzabarr, scampered across the field, and our hopeful assumption that we weren’t seen, proved to be false because turning around, hearing the loud, unsettling thumping of heavy feet, six Lycynians charged for us.
“What do we do?!” I feared.
“I got this, get the dragon out of that net!” Jonathan urged.
“What?!” I looked at him, “What about you?” I worried.
“I’ll be fine, go!” he urged her toward the dragon then as he ran off, veering in the opposite direction in swift, athletic strides, the Lycynians quickly turned their bulks, chasing after him.
Frowning, I watched as the beasts paid no attention to me and Zanzabarr, who growled ferociously before following me as I ran toward Axeon, placing my hands on his soft scales.
“Axeon?” I whispered, but he didn’t answer as he lay with his head down. Looking around me once more, making sure I had no threats from the pack of Lycynians, I turned back around, and examined the wound but because of the loud shouts, and howls, and buzzing sounds of magic being used, I didn’t have the chance to sense someone behind me, until Zanzabarr let out a loud yelp, “Zanz?!” I muttered, and just as I was about to turn, I felt a hand grab me by the back of my jacket before turning around, throwing me across the field. Slamming my back against a nearby truck, I fell to the ground laying still in discomfort. Coughing deeply, with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath, the same hands roughly sat me up, pinning me against the rear tire. Blinking my eyes, there stood the Captain of the Hunters, Armiforde in the nude, after he had quickly morphed back into his mortal form; his double bladed axe was held in hand down at his side, while large scratches were visible across his hefty torso, face, arms and legs.
“You little b*tch, you’re not taking him!” he growled deeply.
Turning my head from side-to-side, hearing a loud ringing, I glanced past his hefty bulk, toward Zanzabarr that took slow, stalking steps toward him from behind and just as the large wolf lept into the air, releasing a deep growl, I cried out as Armiforde turned, forcibly punching him away with a tightly clenched fist; the canine flew through the air, landing roughly on the ground, whimpering loudly.
“Zanz!” I called out, seeing his large form laying motionless, and trying to crawl toward him, Armiforde pushed me back against the truck once more, holding the double bladed axe against my throat.
“Ah-ah, now you die little girl!” he threatened, “And it’s a real shame too, you’re such a pretty little thing, I could have made a lot of money selling you and your little friend that hid like a coward, eh? Good breeding stock.” he grinned smugly, then stood, taking a stance with his axe above his head, and groin hanging between his legs.
“Release your power…” a female voice spoke telepathically, “Release your power now, or you will die!”
Looking around, it wasn’t Marxus, Erik or Jonathan who was having a difficult time fighting against the six Lycynians that pounced around on the trucks that the young man crawled into.
Hearing the instructive tone in the woman’s voice, I closed my eyes for only just a second, and before the man above me could swing his axe downward, I opened my eyes, releasing a powerful scream as I threw my hands outward, expressing a fiery energy that pushed the man backwards, with extreme force, the flames burned his skin along the entire front of his body, while his axe was thrown nearby. Stumbling to my feet, I scampered toward Zanzabarr, who whined and panted.
As Armiforde attempted patting out the flames, he burned his hands in the process then laid there, moaning deeply, clawing his nails deeply into the grass. As he pushed himself upward, kneeling on his elbows, releasing a low growl, he leered at the petite young woman with his yellow Lycynian eyes as she approached him. Reaching for his axe, her small hands got to it first, grabbing the hilt. Eerily raising his gaze, watching as she struggled with its weight, she awkwardly balanced her stance in order to support the size of the weapon.
Taking my boot, I kicked him across his head, knocking him backwards, watching as he spat blood from his mouth that had extracted his fangs as he began his transition once more but before he could do so, I held the axe under his chin.
“I hate f*cking Lycynians, you’re kind has given me nothing but trouble.” I pressed the axe harder against his skin, “Well, all except one, he’s a gentleman unlike the likes of you filth!”
Squinting his eyes, they then widened, watching as she stood above him, engulfing in a bright, red fiery Aura that outlined her petite form.
“Wh-what are you?!” he growled, but she didn’t answer, “But it doesn’t matter now, does it? Just kill me already, give me a warrior’s death.” he held his head up, “Do it, you stupid girl!”
Tightly gripping the hilt of the axe, I desperately wanted to end the man’s life but instead, I pulled the axe away, raising my right hand, gathering fire that crawled in between my fingers, before building into a solid mass but hearing deep snarls from behind me, I glanced over my shoulder, growing a satisfied grin. Extinguishing the fire with a firm clench of my fist, I stepped aside, allowing Zanzabarr to pass.
“Kill me you f*cking b*tch!” Armiforde shouted ragefully.
“I’d love to, but you’re not mine to kill, isn’t that right?!” my hands brushed through the wolf’s black, sleek fur, as he stood beside me with his head held low, “You wanted his teeth to be around your neck, be careful what you wish for.” I tossed the axe away, hearing it land in a heavy thud, “He’s all yours.” I gave two clicks, and turning away, I left the wolf to take his revenge against the one who not only injured him, but also threatened his pack mother. Listening as the man screamed as the wolf ripped off his limbs, I turned watching as he made his way up to Armiforde’s throat, slathering his jaws seconds before lunging in, ripping it apart, splattering blood onto his fur and snout, “Good boy.” I was momentarily proud then as my eyes gazed across the field, Jonathan still struggled to keep his barrier in place around the truck; the six Lycynians were persistent, and wouldn’t stop. Looking around, seeing large steel stakes piled in one of the trucks, probably used to keep the tents pitched, I ran toward the beasts, shouting out loudly.
“Yza, what are you doing?!” Jonathan gazed through the old window stained with dirt and water spots, “No, don’t!”
“Hey, over here!” I shouted again, waving my arms,“Do you trust me, Jonathan?!” I reached out telepathically.
“Of course!” he answered.
“Good!” I backed away, watching as the Lycynians turned in my direction, “Sh*t…” I didn’t have a solid plan, I was going along. Just as they turned their attentions away from the old truck, running toward me, using my Telekinesis, I threw one after another, the steel stakes, plunging them deeply, pinning the beasts to the ground but they were fast, too fast for me to keep up with each of them. Stumbling backwards after killing three, there were still three more and as they kept into the air, lunging toward me, they were suddenly thrown from the air, pinned to the ground in front of me. Raising my gaze, there stood Jonathan with glowing hands, “See?” I panted, “Thank you.” I nodded.
“Don’t mention it.” Jonathan observed Armiforde’s burnt, and torn apart corpse, “How did you do that?!” he pointed.
“Doesn’t matter, come on…we have to get Axeon out of that net now because the others can’t hold out much longer!” my eyes veered toward the barrier that was beginning to weaken.
Nearby, one of the Lycynians spotted two figures that were not hidden behind the protection of the barrier. Releasing a deep growl, he turned, leaping toward them across the vast valley between himself and the figures but just as he grew a few feet closer, one of the others pounced on him, sinking its fangs deeply into his leg. Covered in claw marks, fighting the others, the Lycynian fought fiercely, slashing out throats, and breaking their jaws by pulling them apart. Leaning in, biting down on the neck of the Lycynian that attacked him, his ears perked, hearing the loud shrieks and yelps once he broke his leg free, standing there, growling, two arrows swept by, plunging deeply into the Lycynian’s eye sockets. As he turned, releasing a deep guttural growl, there stood one of the figures, a young woman yielding a bow before retreating behind the barrier. Raising his head, releasing a loud howl, his ears twitched, hearing voices coming over the hill.
“Bloody hell, now what?!” Erik complained, pushing back the Lycynians once more, releasing the barrier as if popping one large bubble.
“There!” Sarah pointed, watching as figures crawled over the hill like an army of ants.
“Oh, come on!” Thomas groaned, leaning forward.
“Where did they come from?” Nathan wondered.
Marxus panted, glimpsing through the third barrier Erik had put in place. Turning to the young man that fell to his knees, unable to create another, Marxus’ Hazel eyes glanced across the field, wondering what was taking Yzavela and Jonathan so long to set Axeon free, for now would be a good time to do so.
Axeon raised his head, glancing at the two figures close by, then winced feeling another surge of electricity through the links of the steel net. The pressure of it weighed him down, as it was tightly anchored with metal pegs and wires that were connected to the generator powering the net. It made it very difficult for him to move about, which is what the Hunters wanted.
Looking into his beautiful yellow dragon eyes, I spoke to him softly, stroking his snout through the links of the massive net, while Jonathan was trying to figure out how the grand and intricate generator worked. Listening as he moaned softly, I knew the dragon acknowledged our presence, then turned to Jonathan, inquiring what was taking so long, but he revealed that he didn’t know, or wasn’t sure, how the netting or even the generator worked. There were too many gadgets, buttons and meters. Scanning the ground around the truck, he found the solution to the confusion.
“Jonathan, what’s that?” I gestured at a sawed-off shotgun, he held in hand.
“It’s the only thing I could find that might work, hmm?” then his eyes turned toward the hill behind him and Yzavela.
“You’ve go to be joking!” I complained sarcastically, looking at my feet, then at Jonathan.
“We’re f*cked if we don’t get this dragon out, step back!” he urged her to take steps back. Aiming the barrel, pressing the nose tightly against the chains and pegs, he released his index finger off the trigger, creating a loud blast that did the job all too well, causing Jonathan to stumble backwards because of the hard kick-back given off from the round, but feeling petite hands bracing him, he gave her a quick smile then aimed the gun once more, firing just enough shots for Axeon to nudge the net off his nose.
The netting fell, rattling loudly to the ground, and as Axeon attempted to move, stretching out his wings, he bellowed in pain because of the spear that was still embedded through his shoulder. Turning his head, trying to grab it himself, it was at an awkward angle that he couldn’t reach. Laying down once more, resting his head on the ground sighing heavily, his left eye watched as the young man and woman stood at his side.
“I cannot remove this spear, young one. It is too embedded.” the dragon complained verbally.
“Wh-what the hell?” Jonathan stood amazed, “He spoke!” he pointed at the dragon, “That dragon just poke!” his blue eyes widened.
“Yes Jonathan, he does that, and you can admire him later.” I turned to him, “Let’s get that spear out.” I nodded, standing on one side the spear, while Jonathan stood on the other. We were afraid of tearing a larger hole in his shoulder but on the count of three, not making it to three, both Jonathan and I strongly yanked the spear from the wound, sliding from his scales, causing him to release a strong dragon’s flame that shot from his mouth like one huge blow torch. Laying there, flinching as his taloned feet curled, he felt the stabbing pains from the spears’ removal.
“Thank you.” he raised his head, looking at the young figures that dropped the horrific spear. Examining his shoulder, observing the massive wound left behind, he released a low dragon’s breath, healing the surface. Once it sealed, he turned his body in one swift elegant movement, breaking free from the rest of the net. His tail flickered in anger before smashing it down upon the truck and generator, then roaring loudly, in three large, graceful leaps, using his wings to aid him in his movements, he approached the group of Hunters and what was left of the Lycynians, that were firing off their guns that bounced off their scales or jumping upon his back, trying to sink their teeth and claws into his scales, but their efforts had failed as the dragon shook off their attacks and advances. He slammed the paranormal beasts to the ground, crushing them with his tail, leaving deep imprints in the grass.
“There!” men shouted loudly, then began shooting their guns, but the dragon kept coming toward them releasing blasts of fire, “Retreat…retreat!” they called out.
As scattered bullets bounced off Erik’s barrier, he watched as the dragon’s freedom called for the men’s retreat. Releasing the barrier, any of the other Lycynians ran off over the hill after the men, attacking them, or shifting back to their mortal forms. Pushing himself to his feet, he turned, helping Marxus stand.
“Thank you.” Marxus appreciated, then shuffled toward the dragon, “Axeon, are you all right dear friend?” he placed his hands on the dragon’s snout.
“No more than you, Immortal.” the dragon answered, then as he pulled his head back, he released a powerful exhale of fire that burned four men that decided to come back, burning all of them down to their bones, turning them into ash that blew in the wind sweeping through the valley.
One Lycynian, released painful howls as he retreated behind one of the tents, suffering not only injuries from this skirmish against the other Lycynians, but he had gunshot wounds to his left shoulder and arm, with another in his right leg above the deep bite mark. Shifting back to his mortal form, Anthony lay on the ground panting as he began crawling forward, for he knew he would need at least three, maybe four, first-aid kits and plenty of alcohol. With his claws still extracted, the Italian began digging deeply into the bullet wounds, prying a large silver slug from each. Examining them quickly, huffing heavily, he tossed them aside, then raised his gaze, hearing a chorus of voices calling out his name.
As flames burned, and smoke rose in the air, everyone slowly gathered into the center of the camp, watching as Marxus, in slow shuffling steps, stood before the great dragon, touching his snout.
“Where’s Jonathan and Yza?” Erik looked around, seeing no signs of his friends.
“They were over there!” Sarah pointed toward one of the old trucks that had been crashed in with some powerful force. As her blue eyes scanned, she called out, “Jonathan? Yza?”
“Anthony?!” Thomas called out, searching for his brother.
“We’re here!” Jonathan’s voice rasped, coughing through the smoke, walking alongside Yzavela and Zanzabarr who limped.
Erik smiled in relief, rushing toward them, hugging them in relief, then pulling away, the three of them watched Thomas paced nervously, searching for Anthony.
“Anthony!” he called out once more, but he received no reply.
Marxus paid no attention to the others at the moment, for he needed to reconnect with Axeon immediately or he would’ve dwindled whatever kept him in his physical form. Just as he placed his hands upon the dragon’s snout yet again, everyone felt a powerful surge of energy that caused a stronger breeze to sweep through the valley, then afterwards there was a long, lingering sense of peace that vibrated within the area, only a vibration that the Demons and half-breed could sense. As the Immortal and dragon glowed in a faint white outline, both had been rejuvenated, looking rested and healthy. Once their bond ceased, Axeon’s shoulder wound had completely healed, leaving behind a faint scar marked with blood drying on his scales.
“Anthony!” Thomas called out a third time.
“Over here!” his voice rasped from around one of the tents.
Thomas rushed forward, and as soon as he veered around, he stopped, gazing upon his brother laying on the ground with a series of deep wounds. Grabbing a tarp, quickly covering him, he knelt down, helping him prop his back against one of the nearby barrels. Gently cupping his face with a smile of relief, he backed away, watching as the others gathered around.
“You know, this is becoming a habit.” Thomas panted.
“Si…” Anthony grumbled, then glanced at the others nearby.
Sarah turned away, not wanting to look upon his naked body, while Erik and Jonathan turned away too, feeling uneasy.
“Why is he always bloody naked.” Erik complained.
“Comes with the shift.” Jonathan shrugged, “But I’ve seen too much to last me a lifetime.” he shivered.
“And don’t you think Thomas is a little, I don’t know…” Erik glanced over his shoulder, watching as Thomas hovered, “too close, you know what I mean?”
Before Jonathan could reply, frowning in confusion, he took a step back as Yzavela rushed forward, punching Erik as hard as her hands possibly could, and with a good swing too.
As Erik stumbled backwards, tasting blood in his mouth, he leered at Yzavela who stood, breathing heavily engulfed in her Aura.
“You son-of-a-b*tch!” I shouted, pushing him back, “You sick son-of-a-b*tch, you sound like Nathan!” I pushed him aside, “You don’t understand the closeness of family, much less that of other cultures!” I reached for a crate of medical supplies I had found, rushing toward Anthony and Thomas, kneeling alongside the Italian brothers, leaving Erik standing there in a moment of disbelief, wiping the blood from his lip.
“Let her look at you…” Thomas urged, examining two of the wounds grazed on his shoulder and chest.
Pushing his brother’s hands away, feeling temperamental, he made sure the tarp covered his naked body, for even though he wasn’t ashamed he didn’t want to flaunt himself in front of Yzavela.
“Are you all right? I know that’s a stupid question but…” my voice rasped softly, shifting through the crate.
“I’ll be fine, just a scratch.” Anthony attempted humor but as he shifted, he grunted, feeling sharp, stabbing pains running up and down his leg from the bite that bled profusely, while his tanned skin sweated from the shift and loss of blood from his injuries.
“I’m not a Doctor but I can at least help clean the wounds ’til they heal.” I shrugged gently, “If that’s okay with you, under your brother’s supervision.” I could see him standing nearby in the corner of my eye.
“Aye, si-si…” he nodded quickly, closing his eyes.
The crate was packed with supplies that in my experience, would provide enough care for the time being. I paid no attention to the distraction of the half naked man in front of me as I put on a pair of gloves, then quickly removed a bottle of alcohol and several cotton pads and bandages.
“This is going to hurt, so on the count of three?” I asked him.
“Three?” Anthony joked with a frown, “Sure.” he grinned.
“One…two…three…” I poured the alcohol onto the bite then jumped back as Anthony slammed a fist into a nearby barrel.
I quickly leaned forward, dabbing the wound then poured a few more splashes before keeping pressure with the pads. It was all I could do for him, I wasn’t a Doctor that’s true, but I tried. Watching as he took deep, slow breaths, I threw all of the soiled cotton pads aside, then placed a clean, sterile one on the wound, then quickly began wrapping the bandage up and around his thigh, avoiding getting too close to his hidden groin. Huffing heavily, kneeling next to him, I carefully, and quickly offered the same medical attention to the three bullet wounds. Afterwards, once he was patched up well enough, I remained quiet, tossing things around in a moment of temperament, while Thomas still stood nearby, glancing over his shoulder every now and then.
Watching as the young woman slammed the crate closed, and removed her gloves, throwing them away with the pads, his left hand gently reached for her left arm.
“Little Yza…” he spoke to her softly, “what’s the matter?”
Looking at him, I suddenly felt tears stinging my eyes.
“What is it?” Anthony scanned her face, looking for answers in her sad, dark eyes.
“This is the second time you’ve been injured.” I wiped tears away, “And I don’t know, it scares because I-I can’t…” I took a quivering breath, “I can’t imagine losing you, all right, it’s because I care about you too much.” I shrugged, looking into his dark, tired eyes, “More than I realized, after today.”
Lowering his hand, that was all he needed to hear, to confirm his assumptions and feelings for her. Gently reaching out his right hand, cupping her face, stroking her cheek wiping away a few tears, he leaned in, kissing her quickly. Thinking she’d pull away, he was surprised that she didn’t. Instead, he felt her lean into it. Feeling her hands caressing his neck, running through his hair, the kiss was broken. Leaning his head close to hers, he listened as she caught her breath.
“I’m sorry.” he smiled, scanning her face closely.
“Don’t be.” I answered softly, “It was bound to happen sooner or later, but I hope the reality of it, is better than a fantasy.” I studied his reaction, “Before you ask…” I pulled my head away again, “yes, I do know about that.” I whispered, as my fingers trailed along his neck.
“And y-you’re not upset?” he took her hands in his.
“Why would I be?” I wondered, “I mean, surprised yes, but no I’m not upset. As a matter of fact, I respect you more just for keeping it yourself, and yes, I do apologize for imposing on your personal thoughts but…” I looked around, taking notice Thomas stepped out of sight, “were pretty loud and vivid.”
Anthony smiled, feeling relieved, then glancing around, as he too made sure no one was watching, as he pulled her close; he listened to her soft giggles then kissed her again.
Feeling his passionate, and sensual lip-on-lip kisses, I moaned softly, feeling his lips move down my neck. I quickly opened my eyes, knowing the sexual urges that came after a shift, then pulled away with a flirtatious smile, placing my hands on his shoulders, leaning back, for this was going to fast.
“Um, we should slow down.” I advised.
“Si-si, sorry.” he panted deeply, flashing his yellow eyes, “But you’re driving me crazy and uh…” he cleared his throat, as he felt a twinge between his legs, “I’m feelings things.” he made an emphasis, hoping she would catch on, and she did.
“Oh…” I smiled, looking away shyly.
“Um…” a voice interrupted.
Turning our heads, there stood Erik with a deep frown.
Looking at him, I wondered how much of this moment he had seen, and my assumptions were right, as he turned, veering around the corner of the tent, where Thomas appeared just a few seconds after, holding a pair of clothes that were found in one of the tents, hopefully his size, or close enough.
“I should go.” I grabbed the crate with one hand, and just as I stood, I felt Anthony’s hand reach out for mine, gently and flirtatiously interlocking our fingers before letting go. As I offered a smile, I turned, “Thomas.” I nodded awkwardly.
“Yzavela.” he watched as she passed with her head held low, before chasing after Erik, “So…what was that?” he teased, approaching his brother, handing him the clothes, then as he shuffled forward, he helped him to his feet.
“Nothing.” he shrugged, then flinched as he pulled up the set of baggy trousers, “Couldn’t you have found anything else?” he complained, “They smell like mortals, don’t they ever take baths?”
“I grabbed what they had.” Thomas nodded.
“Erik, Erik slow down!” I walked fast, trying to keep up with him, but he kept his pace, “Erik!” I snapped, dropping the crate, and reaching out, I pulled him backwards with a firm grip of Telekinesis, turning him around.
“What?!” he argued, holding out his arms. Adjusting his shirt he continued, “What do you want me to say? You punched me already, what else? That you are wasting your time with a wolf, instead of your own kind?!”
“My kind?” I protested telepathically, so the others couldn’t hear, “Would that be Demons, or mortals, because I belong to neither, since you love to remind me of my half-breed blood!” I folded my arms, “But this isn’t about any of that, this is about you!” I pointed a finger at him, poking it against his chest, “And the fact that you’re jealous because it wasn’t you that I kissed!” I poked him once, “That’s what this is, and who I kiss is none of your god damn business!” I grabbed the crate, then walked around him.
Standing there, clenching his fists, the young man closed his eyes, knowing he was overreacting but at the same time, felt a bit rejected because she didn’t consider his feeling when she acted on her own. Glancing toward the tent where the Italian could be found, he huffed then walked away, approaching one of the barrels to sit on.
“Is everything okay between the two of you?” Jonathan asked Yzavela as she looked at Sarah’s scratches on her arm.
“Not really.” I answered, applying alcohol to a cotton swab.
“Ow…” Sarah shrieked.
“I haven’t put it on yet.” I groaned, looking at her.
“Oh.” she mumbled then winced, feeling the cotton dab along the scratch, before a brief stinging burned through her blood.
“He’s jealous because he caught me kissing Anthony.” I spat.
“Wh-what?” Jonathan’s eyes grew wide.
“Finally.” Sarah smiled, “How was it?” she lowered her arm.
“And he saw you?” Jonathan ignored her feminine inquiry.
“Obviously, because he wasn’t afraid to tell me that I should be with my own kind.” I tossed the bloody swabs and pads into a nearby fire, “Not that it’s any of his business anyway.”
“Well no, but maybe he feels a bit left out.” Jonathan offered a brief shrug.
“Left out? Of what?!” Sarah argued, looking at him.
“Exactly, thank you Sarah, left out of what?” I wondered.
“He has feelings for you too, and maybe he feels like you have stomped all over them just cause Anthony is the handsome one.” Jonathan finished, “And no, I’m not taking his side, or yours, but I think you should take a step back and think about it from his point-of-view, hmm?” he nodded then walked away, collecting his daggers that were scattered about the field.
“Pfft.” Sarah huffed, “Done?” she looked at Yzavela.
“Y-yeah.” I nodded, then turned, glancing in Erik’s direction. Biting my lip contemplating a few things, I couldn’t help but wonder if Jonathan was right, was I so caught up in my deep attraction and feelings for Anthony, that I was blind to see that Erik had feelings too? Sighing softly, I walked away, and approached Marxus and Axeon who lay still nearby, “How are you doing, both of you?” I inquired.
“We are…” Marxus looked at her, then up at Axeon, “bonded once more, thank you Little One.”
“I will forever be grateful to you, for if you and your Demon companion had not removed the spear in time, I would have perished.” Axeon bowed his head.
“You’re welcome, both of you.” I petted his snout, “I just can’t believe they did this, where did they even get weapons to do this?” I wondered, then approached the spear laying nearby.
“It matters not.” Axeon closed his eyes, feeling the tickling, and lingering ache from where the spear had dug through his shoulder and wing.
“Yzavela…” Marxus stood, approaching her, “you did rather well out there, I’m proud of you.” he gripped her shoulder.
“Thank you.” I appreciated his praise when no one else had, “I, uh…think I used more of my powers on this trek, than I ever had in my lifetime and that’s not very long, only twenty-five years.”
“There are times, when one’s life is danger, that their powers truly reveal themselves.” Marxus finished, “Now, run along to your friends.” he urged her forward, “And do be careful of big, bad wolves. Hmm?” he attempted a joke, then grinned.
Nodding, I agreed then shuffled toward Erik, who was ready to turn away but I called out, reaching for his arm.
“Erik, wait…can we talk, please?”
Glancing at her hand, following it up her arm, then looking into her eyes, he scanned her face, then nodded agreeably. As they sat on the barrels, he waited and watched as she kicked her feet around.
“I want to apologize.” I rasped.
“For what?” he wondered.
“Thinking about myself, and not taking you and your feelings into consideration. I spoke to Jonathan and he made me think about a few things.” I shrugged.
“Oh?” he had hope, “About what?”
“Us.” my voice cracked.
“Us?” his gray eyes widened.
“Our friendship, that is.” I clarified.
“Friendship…right.” Erik nodded.
“Erik, please. I do care about you, you know that, but please I ask that you don’t expect anything more out of it.” I reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, then pulled away, “It has nothing to do with you, or Anthony, or me, but it is what it is, and nothing, or no one, could change that.”
Erik nodded, knowing there was no sense in arguing with her. She made her feelings clear, she wasn’t being cruel or selfish, but as he thought about it, he felt like he was being arrogant, and insensitive about it, expecting more than what was given.
“You’re right, it is what it is, and I uh…” he ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m sorry if maybe I expected more from you.” he looked at her, “I just thought we shared something in the cave, like a moment you know, but maybe I was just seeing something that wasn’t there.”
“No, you weren’t. I felt something too, but not the same thing. And I too, am sorry if maybe I led you on, into thinking there was something more, I didn’t mean it really, I didn’t.”
“No, I know.” he grinned, “I’ve just never been friends with the opposite sex, because they’ve always wanted something more from me, so here you come along and flirt the wrong, but innocent way, and I guess my ego and yes, my arrogance got in the way. And for that Keeps, I’m sorry too.”
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t have many friends in the States or in the Great City.” I mumbled, “I mean sure, I had a few girls I’d hang out with here and there, and maybe one or two dates with guys I thought I liked, but can I call them friends and serious relationships? No, which is why coming here, and to the island, meeting you, and having your friendships, that’s something I value highly. And yes, that goes for Anthony too. Fortunately.”
“You know about his reputation though, right? I mean, he’s no bloody monk.” Erik mocked as he glanced across the field where the Italian in question, walked alongside his brother.
“No, he’s not but he’s not what you think either, and yes I do know about his past and what he did for a living, and believe me, I’m just as surprised as you, that someone like that could ever be interested in someone like me.” I sighed insecurely.
“You’re not all bad, there’s some good in there too.” Erik said softly, nudging her gently, “Besides, he’d blind if he weren’t interested, you’re beautiful Keeps, and I mean it.” he finished.
I smiled, gracefully accepting the flattery.
“Friends?” I held out my hand, “No harsh feelings or regrets?”
“Friends, with no harsh feelings or regrets.” he took her hand.
Sharing the handshake, then offering a quick hug, Erik added.
“By the way, good swing.” he referred to her punch.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I shook out my hand.
“No worries.” he grinned, then walked away.
I sighed then turned, rushing to Zanzabarr who thrashed around one of the men’s limbs that hadn’t burned.
“Zanz, put it down!” I commanded, “Drop it!” I pointed at the ground, watching as the wolf hesitated, “Drop it, NOW!”
The wolf quickly dropped it, smacking his tongue, then took a few steps toward her, whining from an injured shoulder and paw. Laying in front of her, he rolled over on his side as if in an act of submission, allowing her to tend to his needs.
“So…” Nathan announced loudly, “are we just going to forget that this sh*t storm just happened and the fact that there’s a bloody dragon right there, or is it just me?!” he looked at all of the curious faces looking at him.
“You’re right, Nathan. For once.” Marxus proclaimed, “This is Axeon, one of the many secrets that reside on the island.” he turned, gesturing at the magnificent dragon that stretched out wings with his head held high.
“He’s beautiful.” Sarah admired.
“Indeed he is.” Jonathan smiled in disbelief, knowing that his little sister Lucy, would love to hear this magical tale in one of his many adventure stories that he makes up as part of her nightly routine before bed.
“He is my oldest friend.” Marxus turned, admiring the beasts beauty, then focused his attention upon all of the curious, and dumbfounded men, and Sarah, in his company while Yzavela just stood by with a smile, as if the dragon’s existence didn’t phase her, “Now, it’s been a rough day for everyone so I think we should rest for a few hours before returning to the cottage. Make sure we regain the strength needed for the travel home.” he looked around, receiving no argument. Approaching one of the tents, examining it closely, they could have some use to them.
“Marxus?” Thomas’s voice spoke.
“Yes, Thomas…” Marxus turned to him.
“During the fight, I could have sworn that you made yourself, I don’t know…” Thomas glanced around, “transparent as if you weren’t there, but then afterwards, you disappeared only to reappear again.”
The Immortal turned to the Italian, giving him just a stare.
“Just a wizards trick, nothing to worry about.” he gave one of his casual Marxus smiles that meant he was finished with the inquiries.
“Aye, okay then.” Thomas knew better to continue, “So these tents are in too good conditions to just leave them here.” his dark eyes scanned the others around the camp.
“Since they’re brand new, maybe we can use them.” I added as I approached the two men from behind, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”
“You’re right.” Marxus nodded.
“But first, you need to get rid of that smell.” I quickly pinched my nose.
“Yes, well…there’s that.” Marxus groaned.
“We could take some of the supplies back with us too, but how are we going to carry all of this back across the border?” Thomas placed his hands on his hips in that Giovanni stance.
“Leave that to me.” Marxus grinned, “If you, Jonathan and Erik wouldn’t mind taking the tents down, I would greatly appreciate it.”
“Sure.” Thomas nodded, offering a brief grin.
As Marxus and I parted, walking in opposite directions, just then everyone heard Sarah and Jonathan arguing loudly, due to her momentary act of cowardliness, running and hiding. It wasn’t pleasant, as Sarah barked hurtful words, that were also replied to with some that spilled from Jonathan’s lips.
I paid no attention to them after they walked away from each other, approaching Anthony who emerged, sitting on the bed of one of the trucks, taking sips of whiskey he had found in a barrel.
“Hey.” I offered a grin.
“Hey.” he returned the grin, helping her up onto the ledge.
“I didn’t know you drank whiskey.”
“I don’t but…it’s better than nothing.” he raised the bottle.
“Hand it over.” I held out my hand, “Come on, hand it over.”
“I didn’t take you for a whiskey kind of woman.” he handed it to her, gently placing it in her hand.
“I’m not but I think after everything we’ve been through?” I took a quick gulp then coughed, hating the taste, “A little sip to take the edge off, never hurt anybody.” I coughed again, as it burned going down my throat, “Ugh, that’s disgusting.”
“Agreed.” Anthony poured the rest of the liquor away, before tossing the bottle into an empty barrel behind him, “So…” he wondered awkwardly.
Erik was helping Thomas and Jonathan take the tents down when he spotted Anthony and Yzavela sharing a brief, but intimate moment of laughter. Again.
“Look at that…” Nathan walked by, roughly slapping Erik on the shoulder, “turns out she’s got a thing for wolves, instead of magic fingers.” he mocked, “First Anthony, so who knows, I could be next.”
“F*ck off, Nathan!” Erik raged, pulling his hand away from the grip he had on the tent.
“I do every night, maybe you should give it a try since I hear you couldn’t please your ex-girlfriend.” Nathan backed away.
“Erik mate, don’t! He’s not worth it!” Jonathan argued bluntly.
Once the tents and many of the supplies had been piled up in two of the trucks that we would confiscate, all of the mortal bodies of the dead that hadn’t been burned by dragon’s fire, were piled up with the bedding and clothes, next to all of the remaining trucks and Jeeps that were of no use. Stepping back, we all watched as Axeon set the trash ablaze with one long stream of fire that consumed everything in a matter of minutes.
“How are we going to get all of this over the border?” Erik’s voice questioned over the loud roaring fire.
“Rest assured that you will have no problems.” Marxus’ reply was coy, and blunt, as always. Looking around for Jonathan, he wondered where the young man could have gone but as he turned, he sighed in relief watching as the Australian walked toward them, carrying the bags the others had all left behind in the cave, and from the view point that overlooked the valley, “Thank you, Jonathan.” he appreciated.
“No problem.” he smiled, tossing them into one of the trucks.
“All right everyone, let’s get out of there!” Marxus boomed in a loud, authoritative voice.
“How do we get out of here?” Thomas questioned.
“There is a path that leads through the valley and around the peak of the mountains above, follow the road of which the mortal Hunters used for their retreat.” Axeon announced in a verbal voice, startling the Italian that stood with wide eyes in surprise.
“Did he just…” he pointed.
“Yeah, he does that.” Jonathan leaned in.
Just as everyone awkwardly packed themselves into the two trucks, they all wondered how, or where, Marxus would ride.
“Don’t worry about me.” he announced, approaching Axeon. Climbing up on his back, sitting between the smallest spikes that ran near the nape of his neck, he waved then holding onto the spikes, Axeon pushed himself off the ground, soaring above, making sure others weren’t coming.
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