One Down

"One Down" is a Season 4 thread written on April 4, 2015. 
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Satine Sadow: The warm feeling of satisfaction spread through Satine’s chest. This war was off to a good start. She could already feel the base of her skull buzzing as she felt the high of ending a life. She always forgot how it felt. It was nothing like killing her mother all of those years ago, of course, but it was still beautiful. Second only to riding Storm Chaser in a lightning storm, really.
The battlefield was a cacophony of blades and dying men. Oh, it was comforting to hear those sounds in magnification! She playfully swung her staff around, listening to the sickening thud of if digging into some soldier’s shoulder, or the *shick* of a clean decapitation. This was what she was made for, and Loki knew it.
Of course, even though she was enjoying the mayhem, she still had a job to do. Hel’s pillars had to fall… Stonegit… Grey… the King… Well, one was down— She was sure of that. Her staff was still glistening with Akkey’s blood, although now it was mixed with other’s. Now… where was her original target?
Grey Bergman: Grey swung her sword shouting out battle cries, ducking, dodging any blow her enemies threw at her. Any bloodshed she caused was only enough to injure a soldier. She would never take a life…unless it was a last resort. She looked at Vox. He seemed to be doing well as did Stonegit and King Haddock. Although she was so wrapped up in her own battles that she failed to notice what they got themselves into. She was so distracted by the battle that she failed to notice that…someone was looking for her.
Satine Sadow: Ah! there she was! Throwing the dagger wouldn’t be the best idea—besides, she didn’t like to repeat kills… she was always reinventing herself. Ah. Like she said to Loki—the garrote. She slowly pulled the length of wire out from her bandolier, testing it’s tautness in her hands as she bent over slightly. She was counting on the battle being too much… then Grey wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
Grey Bergman: “Where’s Shadow when I need her?” the Lady said to herself as she fought off yet another soldier. It was the first battle, and she was already ready to call it a day. She wasn’t lazy. She was just being swarmed. She kept telling herself to hang in there. It was almost over! Someone was bound to call a retreat or something.
“Had enough, brat?!” a soldier she was currently fighting said to her.
“For your information, buster, my name is Grey,” she said, “and I can keep going ALL day. And because you’re being such a jerk, here’s a little present from me to you.” She took advantage of the distraction and brought her foot up and kicked him in the place where the sun didn’t shine.
Once he screamed and bent over, she used her sword to cut off his ear and watched him go down to the ground.
Satine Sadow: Satine made a face of disgust. The weak Lady wasn’t even killing! That was pathetic—Wars were meant for killing. Shaking her head, she continued to close the distance. Grey’s neck was so close, and it wasn’t even protected! Oh, this was too easy… With one last pounce, Satine wrapped the garrote around the Lady’s neck, pulling back hard. “Die!”
Grey Bergman: Grey didn’t have enough time to react. She hadn’t even heard the woman…from what she could tell from the sudden command to die…sneaking up behind her. However, she did feel a small wire…wrapped around her neck being pulled…hard. She couldn’t gasp…couldn’t intake any air. Her hands immediately dropped her sword and went
to her neck trying to pry the wire off her, but it was useless. 
“C-Can’t….breathe…” she gasped. “Need…air….he-help…Wa-Warren…Shad—Shadow…King—-” the wire was pulled harder causing her to gasp even more. 
Satine Sadow: “You really think they can hear you? Over all of this music? Oh no, dear Lady Grey… you’re going to die alone…” Satine cackled loudly, still pulling the wire. “I’m going to enjoy this…”
Grey Bergman: Grey closed her eyes tightly as she listened to the woman’s cackle. Tears came to her eyes…whether it was because she was afraid of dying alone or because it was getting harder and harder to breathe…perhaps both. She was right though…this woman….she was going to die alone if she didn’t react. Warren and Shadow were too farway, and King Haddock was dealing with a few other soldiers with Stonegit.  There’s no way any of them would notice. She tried to kick the woman from behind, but it was impossible to even lift her leg up. She tried to scream. She tried to think of something else, but no ideas came. This was it…she was going to die….alone…
Gareth Ragnar Haddock the Second: “Get away from her!” a shout ran out. Haddock bowled over the two half-breeds he was fighting, shoving them aside with shoulders and arms, and charged straight toward Grey and her attacker. He left Stonegit behind in his sudden attack. He grabbed right at Satine’s hand, twisting it painfully to the side so that she had to drop the garrote in one hand, and then shoved her backwards away from Grey.
Grey Bergman: “Get away from her!”
That was the last thing she heard before everything went dark. She wasn’t sure what was going on but it sounded like someone had rescued her. It didn’t matter though as unconsciousness overwhelmed the Lady. 
As King Haddock pushed the stranger away, Grey Bergman fell to the ground unconscious. 
Satine Sadow: Satine let out a sharp cry, shaking her hand out as she takes a few stagger-steps back. her grip on the staff tightens. “Finally! The Lady and the King in one fell swoop! Oh, what fortune is this?” She hunches over and twirls her staff into a ready position, looking like a feral animal ready to attack. “The Pillars of Hel are falling one by one, King! They’re dying alone and afraid, and YOU are next!” With a bloodcurdling cry, she lunges at him, twirling her staff in an attempt to slice clean through his torso.
Gareth Ragnar Haddock the Second: Haddock easily turns to the side, letting the staff pass beside him. His sword spins around and he attacks her in return, switching from defense to offense.
“Try all you will, you’ll touch not a hair on my head!” he snapped. “Not mine or any else’s!”
Satine Sadow: She cackles as the sword meets the middle of her staff, clanging loudly. “I don’t have to try! One of your pillars is already dead! I ran her clean through with this very staff!” She continues to laugh as she drives the heel of her boot at the King’s knee, her glinting green eye and dead black eye staring dead on at him.
Gareth Ragnar Haddock the Second: Haddock stumbled, but recovered before the woman can make another blow. He stepped away, sword raised, and hissed furiously, “Who did you kill?”
Satine Sadow: She continues to cackle, wrapping the staff around her to gain momentum as she strikes at him. “No one special… just a little witch who likes portals… she decided to run straight into the blade… not even her precious ice could save her…”
Gareth Ragnar Haddock the Second: His eyes widened in fury and horror. “NOOOO!!!!” he screamed, suddenly using the strength of his entire arm to hurl himself at her. The master swordsman still attacked with his full skill, but the finesse was gone, leaving only dark and angry blows that cracked horrifically upon impact with her staff. “That was my DAUGHTER, you demon filth!!!”
Blade struck again, again, again against the staff, each blow harder than the last. He wanted to hack her to pieces. To plunge his blade into her face repeatedly until every last facial feature was a bloodied mess. He wanted her death. Nothing but her death. Nothing. but. death. 
Satine Sadow: “NOW we have a fight!” Satine continues to laugh as he attacks, parrying almost playfully, waiting for him to tire. He was skilled, that was certain. Loki hadn’t lied lying. “It’s boring when they don’t know how to fight—like your daughter! Hah! I practically SLEPT through that fight! And then Lady Grey… there’s no fun in a sneak attack—but by Loki… She doesn’t kill! It was almost merciful using a garrote!” she knew that anger was the ultimate distraction. Now all she had to do was wait for him to slip up. 
Gareth Ragnar Haddock the Second: “Ask for your own mercy, fiend!” Haddock said, nearly piercing her neck. She danced out of the way just in time. Sweat was matting his hair against his forehead, but he seemed not to notice, wild eyes staring intently at her, teeth bared in an animalistic snarl. It was amazing how much anger he could pour out in his shouts even as he exerted himself so heavily. “Though it - shan’t - be granted. An agent of Loki? Murderer? Your death is next.” 
Satine Sadow: “My death is a long way off, Your Highness! And even if it isn’t—I don’t fear it!”  She swings the staff down towards his calf, aiming for the meatiest portion of the muscle. She retrieves the dagger in her scabbard, readying it so that she still had a means of parrying. “Not like your daughter! Her eyes were so wide I could practically see Helheim! And the Lady Grey—she cried out for you, begged even!” 
Gareth Ragnar Haddock the Second: “Provoke me not with your words. You want to fight, do so silently!” Haddock stepped back quickly, shifting off his bad leg to his stronger one. “Nothing you say will goad me!” That clearly was a lie, for he continued to fight with an all-out, terrifying rage. 
Satine Sadow: Satine cackles. “oh, dear King… your lies only seal your fate… there’s no one to help you, and soon you’ll be with your daughter!” She lunges, using the staff to block his blade and pushing the dagger towards hos belly. 
Stonegit Brotchurn Elmiss: Her wrist was caught however and a shoulder slammed into hers. Stonegit knocked her away, panting heavily. He glanced back at Haddock. “Sorry,” he breathed. “There were some incoming men…and I knew you could hold your own.” he turned back to face Satine and twirling his ax. “So….what do you want me to do with this?” 
Satine Sadow: Satine hissed in surprise. The lapdog was supposed to be far away. Damn it! Regaining her balance, she made a split-second decision. Fighting two people was not an issue, but fighting a novice and a master together was potentially fatal. They would have to be separated again at some point… she would just have to wait. She had seen the Lady Grey run away… perhaps it was time to finish that job.. 
With a wicked laugh, she pulled up her hood and threw a small smoking sphere, disappearing in the thickening air. “Don’t worry, Your Highness, your time is coming! You will be the last to fall, I swear it!”
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