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He was severly out of practice…he had to remember that these women moved and struck like snakes and were just a fearsome and eager for opportunity but extremely patient to strike if need be. Pain and blood was not an issue to him though, he knew that it wouldn’t bother him. One thing he did like from his past. Though the question on magic was solved for him as she employed her own…bitches had protection from the anti-energy spell that Marrkellyn had set up. He was wise to her movements though…there were patterns to everything he just had to discover them…and hope his eldest sister didn’t jump in before he did. Throwing up a forearm, he let the whip connect an bite into his skin, curling around his arm and grabbing the end then, more or less keeping her from pulling it back to herself.

She was not being impressed here. Though she was taking note of the little things…he was reluctant to hit the girl. Poor little sympathetic Sevilin…even when his own child was trying to kill him and held no sliver of love. An annoyed blink though at the young voice that joined the fray with horse and blade. Oh look he came slinging words too…how cutely disgusting. Throwing off her cloak, natural as ever in leather that barely hid everything important she motioned with her harm, bringing wrist mounted blade forward from their folded back position as well as gauntlets fashioned with sharp serrated claws over her hands. “Hypocrite! You call me out for brining another…and you did the same. Ha! Not so brave as you are trying to play to be, Sevvy.” Quick and deadly in her movement though she teleported, instantly in the horses way and making it startle and throw the boy to the ground. “Whores? My my you’re calling the wrong person the whore my dear. Isn’t that right Sevilin?”

His son’s voice spiked panic and forced his plan into further motions before he wanted them to be. Thusly and bondings he did have he slammed shut…it wasn’t common for him to do such things but maybe Zahara would believe it was because he was doing too much runing and needed to concentrate. Grabbing hold of the whip with his other hand he yanked hard to bring the girl to him, knocking his elbow into her chest to knock the wind out of her before pushing her away and taking full control of that whip. It cracked out, wrapping around his son’s ankle and a quick yank drew him from Marrkellyn’s boot and he hauled the boy up by his tunic and tossed him aside as well behind him, clear indication that Sevilin did not want him to stay. “Get out of he-!” Cut short as Marrkellyn’s blade caught him across the temple as she was on him in an instant, faltering his steps so they fell to the ground with her on top of him.”

She gave an amused laugh. “Who is he Sevilin? Some little reject like you?” Stradling him as he was dazed for a few seconds…of course as she said she wasn’t going to end this soon. “Mmm, remember the many times we spent like this together? I do...if anything you were a quick study.” A look up to her apprentice again. “Jazmynna….you’re idling...are you going to come over here or not?” Personally it was fun to watch Sevilin’s indecisive blows against the girl.

Sevilin's dazed vision narrowed to one thing, blood red eyes set on his son whom was at the short end of that girls stick. Marrkellyn had made the one mistake that she shouldn't of...go after that boy. In an instant he had seized her by her throat, cutting off her air supply and held her tightly for a few moments before rolling and pinning her down, popping up and kicking her in the stomach to give himself some precious seconds.

A moment later the young girl assulting his son found herself sailed through the air as he had backhanded her hard enough to send her thus and he reached down and hauled his son off the ground, eyes frantic. "What are you doing here?!" Movement caught his attention and he tucked his son behind him, standing there between the boy and the other side of his family...well this meant his plans had just all changed. He wasn't going to let them hurt Zykariel anymore than they had. An all too sickeningly sweet laugh made his ears twitch.

Recovering herself up, she waltzed over to Jazmynna, hauling the girl up by her arm where she had landed on the ground. "That was surprising, wasn't it dear?" Eyes that matched her brothers in color came back to stare at the two. "Look at you...are you doing to protect him like you did Neroh and Grithik? Not raise your hand to protect, or are you going to do the job yourself? You have a flare for it." Tucking one of her braids over her shoulder. "A son...how'd you get one of those hm? Have you taken to raping and baby snatching? Or did you pluck him up from what you deemed a hole of misery?"

"He's none of your concern...your bad blood is with me."

Another sharp laugh. "You're trying to negotiate with me? No. No Sevilin...that's not how this works. Everything that's spread from you and lives as you do is nothing but poison to my family's name. Jazmynna here is the only thing good that ever came from you. Good stock gone rancid, that's all you are. And it's time to rid the trash from the House."

Ramoth didn't know the situation and so didn't understand why Destyny could have used her help. Of course she hadn't meant to end up at Twilight but when she disappeared, her subconscious picked the first safe place that popped into her head aside from home. She and Zykariel had a system worked out. She never returned home without the boy in some form or manner because of his parents. Popping back up on the battlefield just as the girl had been forcibly removed from her master, she raced over and stood guard over him, snorting at the other elves. What the hell are you all doing?!

Obviously he was going to stand up for what was his. Jazmynna was no stranger to pain and bared her teeth at Sevilin after being roughly hauled to her feet. "Not really. Whores never change, they just keep breeding. It won't matter soon enough anyway." No, she didn't see either of the males walking away from the situation and she was going to have quite a bit of fun draining the life slowly from her brother while her father watched helplessly.

He knew better than to call his father by name or title but in the end it hadn't seemed to matter. One close look at him and it became obvious. His back was ravaged, but he met his father's eyes through his own glazed with pain and blood. "I should ask you the same question!" Snapping at him before trying to peek around him at the women. There was no way in hell Zykariel was staying out of this fight but he had to be careful how he intended to do it. Apparently mentioning his mother, little brother and sisters was a very bad idea. "It's just him and I. My mother died giving birth."

Tossing her head, she glared at the younger boy and shook her head. If he knew what was good for him, he'd shut up. She let Marrkellyn have her fun with taunting and waited for the moment when she'd be able to strike. "You're not worthy of the name or the braid. Sniveling cowardly worms." She backhanded Sevilin with her own spiked gauntlet, raking the spines across his cheek and jammed the hilt of her dagger into his stomach, knocking the other against the back of his knees to force him to buckle to his own. It took her a moment to grasp his braid but she pulled hard, snapping his head to the side with enough force to break his neck if she hadn't been extremely careful. "No touching him? Very well."

He wasn't about to let any of that happen and he leaped at her but slammed into some kind of wall she'd thrown up with a lift of her hand. Suddenly he was being bit by something he couldn't see and he slapped and clawed at his skin frantically, trying to get the insects off. His skin felt like it was on fire...

All the kicking and snorting and annoyances got Broog's attention, who came to the stables to calm Ramoth down with sugar and petting. he didn't speak to the horse, he didn't know how. but something had agitated her, so first things, check the stables for imps or other critters. nothing there. then over to his warg, taking a look at the beast and checking for anything that might indicate a conflict between the massive beast on the other horses around it, that would annoy Malik's horse. nothing. now he was confused. was she just being pissy?

Walking back over to Ramoth, and batting her muzzle with his hand.

"bad horse. yous be gud and quiet."

before she bit his hand. not that he felt anything, but it got his attention. Okay. something had her in a foul mood. maybe Keely could speak to the horse, so he looked up, wraping his hand, and bellowed out.

"Keely, yous comes to da stables!"

There were no words to describe how angry Keely was at the moment. She had been quite busy with James and now people were telling her that Broog wanted her in the stables. Hell hath no fury like a woman scored, it was true but she was trying to keep her anger in check as she fixed her mussed apperance on the way out and crossed her arms. "What could possibly be so important that you are screaming for me and interrupting me when I have a guest?" Blue eyes were very much focused and upset on him, despite any ruckus inthe stables.


He felt the claws of her guantlet rip into his side painfully despite how their weapons were pinned. "Ceesha was a strange choice. She hadn't the best magics. I'm not nearly as careless as you in my picking." Hooking his boot around her ankle and yanking her feet out from under her, slamming his polearm against her back and about to give another blow before magic slammed into him and he went skidding across the rough terrain, only getting back up to have to strife and dodge other bolts but he had a certain crazy look of some sort of victory. Careful to keep his eyes from going to his son.

Marrkellyn was not a happy woman as he pulled that stunt, but Jazmynna was quick to pick up the slack and good for her or she'd get a beating. Though raising her own arm to add in on the magic barrage...nothing came up. A feel at her neck and she gave a hiss of anger. "Blast that pendant Jazmynna or you'll wish you were never born!" Setting her blades again as she went in for another kill...she didn't need magic for her brother, she never had before.

She was still pretty dazed after being slammed around a bit too much and blinked at Marrkellyn like she was stupid. The pendant was around her ne- Or not. That tone didn't brook much argument and she began slamming magical energies at the dangling gem. Things were getting frantic and that wasn't the way that this was supposed to work. She turned to see the boy moving outside the shield and was torn. Jazmynna didn't know what the boy was capable of and she sure as hell wasn't looking to get on Marrkellyn's bad side. Focusing her energy, she sent a wave of it towards the boy and then returned to her efforts of destroying that pendant.

That wave caused Destyny to rear and scream in pain. Zykariel was slammed in his injured back, tossing him straight over Destyny's head and onto the ground. He moaned and rolled, blinking blood and sweat out of his eyes. Gathering his bearings, he realized right where he was and crawled the last few feet outside the glimmers of the wall. Pushing his injured body to his knees, he caught sight of that gauntlet about to rake against his father's throat which would kill him. "NO!" It didn't take anymore than that. Zykariel's rage ignited and the battlefield began to shake.

At the same time a green ball of energy was growing in his hands, and in a strange and ironic twist, he was siphoning off the energy sparkling to keep the magic out. Later he was pretty sure his father would have some explanation for that phenomena; now, it was time to save his father's life. "BACK OFF b***h!" The energy left his hand and went in a screaming mass straight towards the fighting figures.

Finally. someone that would understand. So she relayed what she'd been told by destyny, annoyed as ever about it, and that broog better mind his manners and pay attention when she wants something and not go wandering off to that fleabitten brute that he had for a mount. speaking of which, that thing wasn't a horse and she was not liking sharing space with it.

She blinked,only catching half of what the horse said and her continued blinking said that much. "Sevilin is doing what now? No doubt something stupid right? Men!" Opening the stall door, she grabbed reins and tacked the horse, leading her out of the stall. "We'll at least go look."

He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact of such amplified power from the boy. The moment it hit them both he knew it too...felt like a thousand little blades slicing at skin and the like, the familiar hum the filled one's ears and the brightness that made one squint their eyes closed so tightly. He was relieved of such feelings but a few seconds later when him and his sister still in embrace were laying on the rocks, bodies physically smoking from heat and power, fabrics slightly smoldering and such. Though they were anything but idle with one another the two of them staring hatefully at one another...each waiting to see who would be first to move.

Marrkellyn growled in her frustration when he was the first to move. Her body was betraying her to pain and the like and frankly she was surprised. That boy had power that hadn't been seen in a long time...mostly because they was the breeding worked they tried not to get results like that...meant a shift in power and Mahlari wouldn't tolerate that. Eyes followed him and tried to stare him down even as sharp metal was at her throat, her own wristblade he had detached from it's mount. "You wouldn't dare...you know what will happen..."

"Yes...I do. You are the glue that binds what sham and shame of a House. They won't avenge you...they're revel in your abscence and tear each other apart. And then it will just be me left. MY House." Slashing the blade across her throat, not even caring about the blood that spurt across his face in the process. Without her magic she couldn't heal herself either and he'd made sure the cut made for her to bleed out.

Forcing himself to his feet, blade still in hand and cutting his own fingers from the way that he was holding it, he half limped as the feeling was quickly going and injury was getting the better of him...but he was going to get up that hill damn it and to his son. His resolve pushed him farther till he reached them as his son locked her up in a hold. That blade came to her throat as well...but he stayed his hand. Could he kill one of his own children? Vicious and twisted as she may be? Did that mean he could kill one of his own children he dearly loved here too?