Sitting on the table in a simple black sweater dress. Her long hair cut to chin length. Eyes sparkling with that same mysterious black and her lips drenched in bright red lipstick. Lanias was seated in a high back chair with her legs crossed. “Hello, loves it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
Eliza felt her knees go weak as she hit the floor, her hands holding the door frame in a last-minute attempt to catch herself.
OYE
I’m back
Oye stared at the woman sitting at the table in front of her like nothing had happened. Gritting her teeth, it didn’t take much time for her to put two-and-two together.
“You faked it.” She snapped
“In my defense I was very close to death’s door,” Lanias crooned, “but apparently Hell didn’t want me yet.”
“You,” Oye reached out with her right arm allowing metal to explode out from her hand forming into a Scythe. “Damn you,” she shouted.
Lanias clapped her hands and parted them, a black root appeared in between her hands. Quickly standing, she positioned the root bar just in time to block Oye’s downwardstrike. The force caused her to slide back. “That’s not the greeting I was expecting.”
Oye only retreated one step. Her scythe moved and changed into two short blades. Her gaze murderous, she raised her left hand and pointed her sword at Lanias.
“Ready yourself,” she warned, her eyes flashing.
Sighing, Lanias snapped the black root away forming it into a black whip. She grinned. “I knew you weren’t going to make this easy.”
“Easy?” Oye, clapped the swords together creating a double sword staff. She crouched. “I got your easy right here.”’
She ran at Lanias as she twirled the deadly swallow staff. She lowered herself nearly to the floor before she sprang upward with a slicing motion. Lanias vanished, appearing behind her as the edge of the table was sliced up and flew back. Slamming against the wall with a loud bang.
Lanias whistled. “That was a close call.”
She leaned back, avoiding another attempt at her head being cut off. Straightening, she used her magic and brought her whip to life. Perfect timing as Oye brought her staff down, she lifted her whip up and it quickly wrapped around the center bar. Lanias supplemented her strength with a muttered spell and with a hard yank she jerked the sword from Oye and lashed out with her foot.
Oye then let go of her weapon, bringing her arms up to block her stomach from the kick.
Bringing her foot down, Lanias’ whip dropped Oye’s weapon to the floor where it melted into the ground. She cocked her hip, eyeing the heavy-breathing Oye. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got?”
Her scythe appearing at her side once more, Oye straightened grabbing it. She narrowed her eyes on Lanias. Her eyes became a metallic color. “And here I was trying to be nice.”
ELIZA
Eliza couldn’t quite grasp her current reality; she was still on her knees at the doorway. Lanias and Oye were fighting at a level she’d never even thought they could. Oye had always seemed a little more blood thirsty than normal, but the woman who stood with her weapon in hand was vastly different. Blood thirsty rage rolled off from her in waves.
Not to mention the now alive Lanias, who stood calm like she hadn’t nearly had her head removed. The pieces of the table were still where they had fallen against the wall. The office had become a complete mess; she hoped Tiller didn’t expect them to pay for the damages.
Hearing a low groan, she sharply turned her head right.
Sabina’s arms were now wrapped around her stomach as she panted.
“Guys,” Eliza called as her eyes widened in alarm. “Hey!” She shouted, turning in time to see Lanias avoid another stab from Oye. Forcing herself to stand she focused so that her magic flooded forward like a bright light. She was still getting used to using it.
“Augh,” Lanias shouted in tandem with Oye. Together the fighting duo covered their eyes with their arms like a dance.
“Enough, something’s wrong with Sabina.” Eliza said ignoring the way her heart leapt at the look they sent her. It took them a minute but once it dawned on them what she’d said. The two were immediately by Sabina’s side. Sabina reached out and grabbed Oye’s coat.
“What wrong?” Lanias asked, clearly worried. The blood lust that had been spilling off her had evaporated, “Is it the baby?”
Sabina nodded lifting her gaze to her, her brow was dotted with sweat, “He-He’s coming.”
Everyone froze, for a second no one even dared to breathe.
