"-I am for!"
She lashes again, metal coming down from above. I move the construct up to block and step forward, the lash being blocked about half-way along its length and curling around-.
Best not to get tangled up, Renegade.
I jerk my head to the side, but a barb still catches my cheek. Bypassing my resilience and environmental shield, which is irritating but I am in Hell. I see a tiny droplet of my blood on one of the barbs as she pulls her weapon back and-.
I raise my left arm, fusion cannon construct forming and firing, scintillating beam striking her in the face just before she sticks my blood in her mouth, because I'm not that slow off the mark. A demon drinking my blood would not be good, especially as I have no idea how strong she is. I had assumed that she was relatively weak given how her mortal vessel was killed, but if it was all part of a scheme…
No doubt she's got a knack for blood magic. She'd have to, living with a vampire.
Let's see if she any good with that axe.
I take two heavy steps forwards as she blinks to clear her vision -she's tough at least if that didn't burn her- and give my daiklave a one-handed swing across her body. She steps back and to her left, twisting her axe so that the spikes on the stop and the toe point trap it against the brick wall.
One-handed combat
axes are surprisingly dextrous, yes. Lots of potential protrusions to hit and block with...
"Are you a master of the blade as well?"
"Honestly?" I shake my head as I try to pull my sword free. "No. Far from."
With a sword that big, you don't really need skill, just
momentum. And good luck getting it if she's aware of that.
She grins as my sword remains trapped, so I clench my right fist lunge forward, abandoning the daiklave in an attempt to force her back. She gets her lash arm up in a rushed block but I power through, construct gauntlet breaking the barbs and my fist slamming into her helmet. Her helmet takes it, but she staggers back and loses her grip on the axe.
Armour doing its' job, though I suspect her ears are ringing a little.
I back up, recover my daiklave and check the thurible. Still in one piece, good.
"Hm."
Might be awkward of that gets broken, given the effort Constantine went to assemble it.
I watch as she tosses the lash aside and grabs a spear and a round shield from the wall.
"Should I assume then that your aim was for your children to die young, come here and begin their training?"
"I was hoping that they would grow strong enough to form a toe-hold on Earth. Dying was an acceptable second choice."
So a 'gain either way' plan, huh? Crafty. Angling for a
promotion, is she?
The spear-tip darts out in a probing thrust. I try knocking it aside with a construct, but the spear just absorbs the orange light and I'm forced to awkwardly move the daiklave to bat it aside. Even at my level of strength it's a lot easier to thrust with a spear than move a sword like this back and forth, and she's clearly competent enough to realise that. One the other hand I am stronger, so if I actually hit her spear I could knock it out of her hands. Knock it loose, at least. Figure of eight ward and slowly advance.
Yeah. Fighting with a surfboard-sized hunk of metal
is tricky, but often all you need is that one good swing...
At least if she pierces my armour she can't lick the spear tip without being sliced in half.
"Why don't they remember?"
Especially the oldest, who might have overheard grown-up talk any time.
"I had to have room for making improvements."
I advance more aggressively before I-.
Gee, how
loving of you, lady.
I jerk my head to the side as the spear tip darts at me, just about getting my neck out of the way. She smiles at my loss of control.
See if you smile about this. Implacable Advance.
This should be interesting, seeing how she reacts to Godspeech.
I stop warding, lifting my daiklave to a high position and maintaining my advance. My right hand is gauntleted again as I bring it forward to slap the spear aside if she thrusts at my chest. If she thrusts -even if she pierces me- I can press forwards and cut her in half before she can recover her weapon. Her weapon is almost certainly enchanted, but most weapon enchantments I've studied require that the user be holding them to receive a direct boost. The worst it can do is poison me and since it's not radon I can fight it off.
Still, getting hit isn't
desirable. Best to press the attack.
She smiles, and decides to take the trade.
She steps forwards and thrusts as she does to, aiming at the centre of my chest. My right hand moves to slap the spear up but she twists it so that the edge of the blade cuts through my construct and into my armour gauntlet.
Cocky, given that she has no idea what kind of tricks you have in the sword.
Quail Before My Advance!
But to her surprise my gauntlet takes it, hand twisting around to the flat of the blade and tapping it aside.
I step forward again, swinging my daiklave down at full force! She tries to step aside but I'm now far enough forwards that my right hand can grab the haft of the spear just below the head. To her surprise it doesn't move when she does and she has only a fraction of a second to adjust her plans.
Yes, get her off balance, both physically and mentally. Once she's on the back foot, it gets much harder to be aggressive.
Her shield comes up.
Shatter!
My daiklave hits it, battering her to the ground and splitting the shield in two, her spear still in my right hand!
If she's lucky, she didn't break her arm. But now she has two hands to swing blades at you...
I toss it behind me as she jumps back to her feet.
"What about their father?"
I foresee her not giving a damn about him. We'd been assuming it was more of a love match between two monsters, but...
She grabs a made and tower shield from the edge of the arena, then jumps up onto it.
"A useful source of bloodlust and something to bind them to the Earth." She sneers. "You didn't think I loved him, did you?"
Ah, of course not. So it was entirely a
business association.
"There are lots of vampires. I assume you chose him as your children's sire for a reason."
"He was the first I met who fit the requirements. He was fun, and savage, but succubae do not form romantic attachments."
How
mercenary of you. So did you feel anything for the children
at all, or were they just
tools all this time?
"Chantinelle would rather-."
"Don't compare me to that… Madwoman."
Ah, yes. Safe to assume she's still
persona non grata around there.
I walk over to the steps up to the arena and she takes a defensive position in the centre. No sense jumping up and leaving myself vulnerable.
"So, that's it? You get slightly better henchmen and women?"
And there's no rush, since it looks like no-one's paying attention to the fight.
"Bound to me by blood and magic."
"By blood-? Because they fed on you. You… Perverted what looked like an act of kindness into a ritual binding." I reach the edge of the arena and she bangs her mace against the front of her shield. "I'm genuinely impressed."
Oh, that's
nasty. I expect the Renegade will be takings steps to
remove said bindings once he gets back to the surface.
"It's not complicated magic. Though you are right: I did use it well. Now. Fight-"
I twist my left wrist and stab my daiklave into the ground, point first.
Ah, Renegade not going to engage her martially, now that he's taken her measure?
"-me? What are you doing? I won't indulge you if you want to fight bare-handed."
I bring my right hand up to the cut on my cheek and wipe off a small amount of blood. Then I raise my left hand and dab the top of the thurible with that blood before pressing my orange ring against it.
Oh-ho. Remember, Constantine
did say it could be used to channel his Godhood and possibly the Yellow or Orange Lights with it...
"You backed up and lost your weapons, conceding to me three times. This contains you bones, and the blood of children you bound to you. And I have an orange power ring. I bind you." Know Your Place.
"What?"
Sympathetic magic, bitch. It works both ways, and you rolled low on your initiative.
Orange light envelops the thurible, shining brilliantly out of the little holes in the side! The warrior succubus stares for a moment, then drops her mace and shield and clutches her forehead!
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGggggggghhhhh..?"
Yep, the Renegade's controlling influence being rammed right into her brain. That would
sting.
Her hands drop, revealing the orange sigil burned into her forehead.
"Summon your children here, now."
"Yes, master."
Well, that simplifies matters somewhat.