Desperation and Survival

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Akkey: Akkey skirted around enemies, her right hand wielding her sword and her left controlling water. She had left the others behind her, grateful that they were nearing the lake once more. She stabbed one through the stomach and he fell, coughing out blood. Another came up to her, swinging an ax, but with a flick of her wrist she froze the weapon then knocked the woman unconscious. She kept going, unnaturally calm and concentrated, only slightly out of breath and sweating.
She hopped through a portal as muscled man tried to swipe at her with his sword, leaving him behind. She popped up right behind a Valhallan soldier and swung. Blood dripped down her sword as the head rolled to the side and stopped, lifeless eyes staring back at her.
Satine: Satine slowly stalks onto the battelfield, her eyes narrowing as she scopes out Loki’s targets. There! That one… Akkey… hmmm… “Well, she’s not Grey… but she’ll do. Loki will be satisfied either way.” She pulls a wickedly sharp, curved dagger from her boot, twirling it in anticipation.
Sweeping back her black hood, she shakes her black curls free and begins making her way towards her target, pausing only to swing the scythe-staff in her left hand, eviscerating anyone in her path, regardless of their affiliation. 500 yards… 400 yards… 300 yards… she ducked down, spinning her staff in a circle and taking out the legs of a Valhallan soldier. 200 yards… 100 yards… A Helheim soldier’s head went spinning with a casual flick. 50… 25… 15… There. Without hesitation, Satine sent the dagger flying in a deadly arc, straight for Akkey.
Akkey: The soldier she was engaged in a fight with had widened his eyes, gawking at something behind her. With lightning quick reflexes, a portal opened right beneath her and she sank to her knees. Barely a moment later a dagger stabbed the soldier, right into his eye. He fell in front of her, dead.
Not another moment to lose, she used the falling momentum and the force of the wate to launch herself over the air, back flipping and landing nimbly behind her attacker. She didn’t wait, she sped forward, sword up towards her heart.
Satine: Satine spins and knocks the sword sideways with her staff. “Portals…” she spits angrily in reaction to her failure, then drives her foot upward, aiming for Akkey’s stomach. “You want a fight? You’ve got one!”
Akkey: The sword fell to the ground, and she barely had time to defend. Foot met with stomach, and she doubled over, coughing. Akkey almost fell to her knees but she hugged the leg, immobilizing the woman, “It won’t be a fight when you’re already dead!” Her other hand froze a water tendril, then swung, aiming directly for her neck.
Satine: Satine growls as she sees the ice, immediately dropping to the ground as deadweight in order to drag Akkey down with her. “You seem to think that a little ice and a portal are enough to stop me!” she rolls them over, putting herself on top in order to put more power into the punch she was directing towards Akkey’s face.
Akkey: She gasped as they fell, her small size no match for the weight. The fist came straight for her face and it made contact. Akkey saw stars, but shook her head spitting out blood. With a grunt she pulled her legs up, using it as a fulcrum to buck her hips and flip her over her head. She rolled away as soon as she was free and stood, wiping away the blood from her face. “Who are you?”
Satine: Satine rolls onto her feet, back towards Akkey, grabbing her staff in one fluid motion. “I’m the woman who’s going to kill you.” She smiles sadistically, spinning her body around and hoisting the staff above her head. As she faces Akkey, she jumps upward, letting out a feral cry as she tries to cleave Akkey in two.
Akkey: Her sword was too far away. Akkey grit her teeth, and whipped up a stream of water, freezing it, hoping fervently it was thick enough. She swung it up, and the blade hit it with a dull thud, embedding itself into it. The half breed grunted, trying to keep the weapon away.
Satine: Satine cries out as she strikes the ice, feeling the bruise blossoming under her sleeve. “Damned magic…” She lets go of the staff, knowing that it would be foolish to attempt to pry it loose. She propels herself away from the makeshift shield, pulling out two blades, each as long as her forearm, from under her bracers. “Come on! It’ll take more than a little ice to stop me!”
Akkey: Akkey grinned tiredly, melting the water and snapping the staff in two. She raised both arms, a thin sheet of water rising behind her and forming into numerous sharpened icicles, each deadly and glinting. She angled them all towards her attacker, and threw her arms forward. They sped towards her, straight and true.
Satine: Satine drops to the ground and rolls to the side, one icicle pinning her cloak, another, shearing off a lock of hair. That was far too close. She yanks the icicle out, chucking it at Akkey, but not expecting anything of it, as she quickly follows it up with one of her daggers. She continues to roll away, trying to reach her staff.
Akkey: She dodged it with ease. Her arms surrounded with water, she put every force she had into her feet and leaped forward, gunning straight for the woman as she rolled. Her eyes flashed, slightly manic, “I’ll kill you!”
Satine: Ah, damn. She had been afraid of that. She stretched out her arm. Come on… come on… just a few more millimeters… “Ha! Yes!” Her fingers wrapped around the grooved column of steel, and she swung it outwards, the pointed tip aimed straight at the stomach of her charging opponent.
Akkey: She made a mistake.
Akkey was going too fast, too strong, too hard to stop her momentum. She didn’t have time to create a shield or put up any defenses. The sounds, the smells… her surroundings disappeared.
Her eyes widened as the blade ran straight through her, protruding out her back, exactly in the spot where Stonegit had stomped on her. 
The manic grin from a few seconds ago had disappeared. All that was left was the horror and the pain. The woman pulled the blade out, slicing the wound even wider. Akkey coughed and fell, the blood pooling beneath her, alone on the ground as the battlefield raged on around her. 
Fiendal: “NO!” Fiendal screamed as he saw Akkey fall to this strange woman. He ran over to Akkey and knelt by her side, tears streaming down his face “Akkey? Akkey, can you here me?” he said, closing his eyes to loose more tears.
He looked at the woman walking away, he could feel the smug look she had on her face. He whispers a small oath “im going to find you.” he pauses to take a breath from his crying “and im going to fucking kill you.” He looks down at Akkey again, “im sorry, if i’d come sooner, I could have saved you”
Akkey: I’m not going down here. 
Trembling fingers reached for his arm, staining the sleeve of his shirt with red. She pulled herself up, hacking out blood at the effort. She gave him a small smile, “Don’t be. You already did, remember.” She clutched at her stomach, trying to put pressure on it.
Fiendal: He got up and picked up Akkey in one swift movement “don’t strain yourself” he said to her “let me take you where you want to go” the tears were running hot and the blood on his arm was warm. He looked at her, she was blurry from the tears in his eyes, but he was calming down “tell me where to go” he said, i’ll take you” he said, slowing his breathing, smiling at her.
Akkey: “You don-” she gasped as the ground fell beneath her. There was a rush of blood and she felt light headed, placing a wet hand over her eyes, “You don’t have to…” The wound gave one immensely painful throb and she stiffened in her arms. Red kept streaming down to ground at an alarming rate. She was quickly losing consciousness.
Behind them, there were quiet clicks as something approached.
Fiendal: “We have to clean the wounds” he said, slightly panicky “where? though WHERE?” He broke and started running. Then he got to a lake, surrounded by an air he didn’t like. He placed Akkey gently on the ground “okay” he paused to slow his breath again “lets get those wounds cleaned” he said “just rest” he said, and went over to the lake and bent by it.
Akkey: The clicks got louder, closer, faster. The mud squelched underneath jointed feet as it approached the unsuspecting boy who was still fumbling over the girl. It had no vocal chords, no clothes, only hard limbs that knocked against each other. It pounced, with frightful speed, sinking its sharp teeth into the boy’s shoulder. It dug its heels into the ground and dragged him away from the lake.
Fiendal: Fiendal yelped as something dug into his neck, “you mother-” he started as he stabbed his hook straight into this things mouth. “FUCKER” he screamed as the teeth got taken out of his neck.
He fell to his knees and looked at his attacker, it was a- doll? A tall faceless white human-looking thing. But that only increased his anger “i dont care what you are, im going to destroy you.” he paused “AND WHATEVER CREATED YOU” he charged at the thing. holding his sword.
Akkey: The mannequin did not respond, did not flinch. It kept clicking, limbs twitching eagerly. It ran straight for the boy, blood stained claws open, some muscle still stuck to it from its previous kill.
Fiendal: Just before it reached him, he swing his sword, breaking one of the things hands. “Now were equal at least” he grinned a crazed grin, and with one sweep backwards he lopped of the things head and stomped on it, laughing like a maniac. He pushed its body away, “that was easy” he laughed, walking to the water again
Akkey: Akkey struggled to stay awake on the ground, still bleeding profusely, her fingers trailing by the water. I need to stop the blood… that was my mistake the last time. She looked up with bleary eyes, noticing the wreckage that Fiendal left behind him. She screamed, voice hoarse, “Look out!”
Fiendal turned just in time to see the mannequin, its head and hand intact again. Its claws stiff and out, it punctured his left shoulder, pinning him beneath it. An Eir stood where the doll had previously fallen, shaking her hand. She had put it back together, “Mistress Frigga would be angry that you did that.”
Fiendal: Fiendal squirmed underneath the mannequin, it was strong, or he was worn out. He looked at the Eir standing there and yelled “WHO? NO, DONT ANSWER THAT QUESTION BECAUSE I DONT GIVE A FUCK!” he threw the doll off of him and stood up weakly, bleeding from the holes on his shoulder. He pointed at the Eir “LET HER BE ANGRY, IF SHE MADE THESE THINGS IM GOING TO KILL HER.” He spat blood on the ground “BUT FIRST IM TAKING YOU!” He screamed, now at the peak of his raging state. “FOR NOT HELPING ME SAVE HER!” he pointed at Akkey.
Akkey: Eir shrugged and walked away. She had no time for chit chat, there were other mannequins getting destroyed. Her job was to put back together any shattered and broken bodies under Frigga’s power.
The doll kept Fiendal under it. Using its other hand, it stabbed his other shoulder; he was truly pinned to the ground now. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t get out. It bared its teeth, blood and saliva dripping down on his face. It waited a few seconds, then lurched forward, intent on biting the boy’s neck off.
There was a disgusting crack, and Fiendal was certain he was dead. But no pain came. Instead, a familiar voice, “Are you alright?”
Akkey pulled him up, still pale and breathing heavily but no longer crouched on the ground and bleeding. In her abdomen, where the wound used to be, was the clear glare of ice stretched over her stomach and her shirt. She had used it to stop the bleeding. She saw him glancing at it, “This will work for now.”
Fiendal: Fiendal pulled Akkey in for a hug. “Thank the gods you’re okay” he said hugging her tightly, starting to cry again “I thought id have to die, to see you again” he said. He let go and called for his dragon, and the three of them went back to the wounded and children, avoiding the fight. “im leaving Akkey here” he said and let go of her hand for the first time since she got up up. “im going back to the fight” He said, and flew off with Groundhide.
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