poisoned blades 6
Elemental Showdown
Salem glared forward, having been born with excellent night vision. He recognized the red and silver robes of the honorable mentions of the Deverill coven. He grabbed his brother and yanked him behind a tree.
“What are you doing?” Midnight hissed.
“Two Deverill witches are up ahead. Since we’ll be slaughtering a few, why don’t we get a head start?” Salem smirked.
“Really, now?” Midnight returned their family’s sinister smirk to his brother before glancing forward. “You have the ability to turn invisible and to see well at night. That means one of them is also blessed with that ability.”
“Yes, but they can’t see if they’re not looking,” Salem said thoughtfully.
“What I wouldn’t give to have a useful gift…” Midnight murmured.
“I’d love to have your gift,” Salem grinned.
“I have to be cut before I’m even useful…”
Salem slapped his brother on his back, “You’re a powerful caster and a damn find swordsman. Don’t doubt your abilities so readily.”
Dewstone turned slightly, but not too much. She heard something move and the blue and gold robes of two Gerard men glinted in her powerful night vision’s sight. “We’re being followed…” Dewstone whispered to her sister.
“Gerard, most likely. The Deveraux and Francois are more direct,” Rainstone muttered.
“I can see their robes. It’s the Gerard honorables…” Dewstone whispered.
“Good, we can take care of them…” Rainstone started after her sister, forcing herself to not think about looking over her shoulder.
“The Ambler coven and Badeau coven are still at war themselves…maybe we should eliminate them as well?” Dewstone smirked, hoping the pursuing warlocks would hear her.
“And the Francois and Deveraux covens are too afraid to confront anybody directly. They ride the coattails of the only two worth covens in all of France,” Rainstone rolled her eyes. That in itself was quite rue. They leeched from the power that the two most famous covens brandished.
“Tell me about it. Maybe we should call a temporary alliance with the Gerard warlocks to get rid of the worthless men and women who call themselves casters?” Dewstone chuckled a little. Murdering the worthless always made her giddy.
“I think I like her,” Salem blushed, feeling a little inept having admitted his personal thought.
“I promise to never speak of that again,” Midnight whispered, shaking his head in amusement.
“What? You don’t like the evil ones?” Salem asked quietly, hoping his speaking wasn’t giving away his location.
“I prefer the vindictive ones,” Midnight returned before calling a bolt of lightning to his fingers.
Rainstone turned away from her path and she forced her energy into the form of a sword. She spun around and met Midnight’s material sword, “Bonjour Gerard Honorable,” she smirked, liking his spunk.
“Ah, well if it isn’t the deadly kiter herself,” Midnight retorted, smiling at her quick thinking.
Dewstone found herself gasping into an invisible hand and being pulled against a man—the only man in the world that could turn invisible. “Don’t scream until I’m about to kill you,” he whispered into her ear.
Dewstone elbowed Salem in his stomach and rolled forward, kicking off of his falling body. The young Gerard lost grip of his sword as he was shoved by considerable force against a tree. He grunted on impact and bit back the pain, quickly reaching for his sword and looking up in time to be smacked in the face with Dewstone’s mace.
Midnight smiled when her magic sword bit into his flesh and some of his blood seeped to the top of his wound. “Bloody Blades…” he whispered before his wound lashed at the witch like a whip.
Rainstone flared her aura up and blocked his magic blood manipulation with her magic aura manipulation. “I have a few unique tricks, too…” she muttered as she extended her aura as a trap intended to trip Midnight by the ankle.
Midnight’s luscious blonde hair flung about his face as her aura attack succeeded bringing him down to his belly where he desperately tried to yank his boot free from the grip to no avail. He released another blood-based attack at the witch and watched the gripping attack finally release him.
Rainstone flung a bolt of water at Midnight who froze it in midair. Midnight shot a ball of lightning at the witch who deflected it into the air, not being phased at all by the move.
Rainstone threw a ball of ice at Salem who countered it with fire. Salem shot a bolt of darkness at the woman who countered it with a bolt of light.
“You’re pretty smart,” Salem admitted, trying not to drool over the blood-thirsty girl who stood before him. He staggered to his feet, less pained by the aftershock of the girl’s physical assault.
“So are you…for a warlock,” Dewstone smirked.
“What do you say to a truce?” Midnight asked Rainstone who was huffing as well.
“Until what?” Rainstone inquired.
“We’ve been sent to find the heirs…” Midnight muttered.
“You too?” Dewstone asked, lowering her mace.
“The witches are missing too?” Salem asked.
“They’ve been gone for most of the day,” Rainstone informed the men.
“Why do I have the feeling that they’re together?” Midnight sighed.
“We can have a truce until we find them and get them back to their respective castles, but I swear to the goddess that if your cousins killed one of our cousins I’m killing you all,” Rainstone shook Midnight’s hand.
“That is what I’m talking about,” Midnight grinned, shaking the witch’s hand.

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