She twirled the escrim sticks in her hands, ready for a strike. She knew Serepta to be quick. Her sister always had a move planned out. Becca knew better than to make the first move. She was smart enough to know never to make the second move. To make either move would claim the victory to her opponent. She heard the noise of battle behind her. But she dared not look. It would give Serepta the advantage. She kept her body ready, her eyes set, and her mind focused on the training she had endured.
“This isn't Chess, sister.”
Becca didn't reply. She was focused. She wouldn't let herself be fooled into games. Serepta moved, striking with her sword. Becca allowed it to cut her arm, waiting for the second move. It came quick and straight for her. She blocked the sword with her escrim sticks and this time moved. She kicked Serepta back, waiting. A familiar chill went up her spine. She smirked. Serepta's eyes filled with fear and she swiped every which way. In two strong hits, she was out. Becca turned towards the shadows.
“Thought you'd never show.”
“And miss a fight like this?”
She smiled and looked around. The sound of the doors opening caught her attention.
“Mamma!”
She turned at the voice.
“Lizzie?!”
Her eyes widened as a bloody tip of a sword appeared through Lizzie's stomach before the girl collapsed.
“Lizzie!”
Serepta held her sword with a smug line drawn on her face.
“Whoops.”
Both Becca and Terror let out a growl. But Becca pulled out her sword and approached.
“You killed her. This has become more personal then ever!”
The tip of her sword pierced through Serepta's shoulder.
“That's for everything you've done to me!”
The sword was twisted and Serepta let out a painful scream.
“That's for Kendra, Queen of Attalin!”
Becca jerked out her sword, Serepta's slightly beating heart on the crimson metal.
“And that's for Lizzie!”
She watched Serepta fall. A second later, she heard Anton scream as he slowly turned to ashes.
“Anton, you sold your soul to the devil. Have fun in Hell.”
Dylan rushed over the intersection. He saw the two cars crashed together, melded together from impact. A guy was kneeling on the ground, ranting about his new car and a few broken bones. Dylan ignored the police and EMTs that were around. He walked over to the other car and, using his claws, pulled the door off. He cut the deformed wheel off and slid the body out. He carried it off, never noticed. His claws, cat ears, and cat tail disappeared and his wings came back. He opened them and flew off. A little blue bird fluttered beside him, staring.
“What are you staring at?”
Dylan flew faster and soon landed. He looked around before he covered the body in darkness. He released it and then a fire sparked. The body slowly burned and turned to ashes. Using his wings, he created a wind to carry it off.
“See ya Rylan. Nice knowing you.”
“This isn't Chess, sister.”
Becca didn't reply. She was focused. She wouldn't let herself be fooled into games. Serepta moved, striking with her sword. Becca allowed it to cut her arm, waiting for the second move. It came quick and straight for her. She blocked the sword with her escrim sticks and this time moved. She kicked Serepta back, waiting. A familiar chill went up her spine. She smirked. Serepta's eyes filled with fear and she swiped every which way. In two strong hits, she was out. Becca turned towards the shadows.
“Thought you'd never show.”
“And miss a fight like this?”
She smiled and looked around. The sound of the doors opening caught her attention.
“Mamma!”
She turned at the voice.
“Lizzie?!”
Her eyes widened as a bloody tip of a sword appeared through Lizzie's stomach before the girl collapsed.
“Lizzie!”
Serepta held her sword with a smug line drawn on her face.
“Whoops.”
Both Becca and Terror let out a growl. But Becca pulled out her sword and approached.
“You killed her. This has become more personal then ever!”
The tip of her sword pierced through Serepta's shoulder.
“That's for everything you've done to me!”
The sword was twisted and Serepta let out a painful scream.
“That's for Kendra, Queen of Attalin!”
Becca jerked out her sword, Serepta's slightly beating heart on the crimson metal.
“And that's for Lizzie!”
She watched Serepta fall. A second later, she heard Anton scream as he slowly turned to ashes.
“Anton, you sold your soul to the devil. Have fun in Hell.”
Dylan rushed over the intersection. He saw the two cars crashed together, melded together from impact. A guy was kneeling on the ground, ranting about his new car and a few broken bones. Dylan ignored the police and EMTs that were around. He walked over to the other car and, using his claws, pulled the door off. He cut the deformed wheel off and slid the body out. He carried it off, never noticed. His claws, cat ears, and cat tail disappeared and his wings came back. He opened them and flew off. A little blue bird fluttered beside him, staring.
“What are you staring at?”
Dylan flew faster and soon landed. He looked around before he covered the body in darkness. He released it and then a fire sparked. The body slowly burned and turned to ashes. Using his wings, he created a wind to carry it off.
“See ya Rylan. Nice knowing you.”
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, orange eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being given into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a year later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after reading a note left with the heir loom by her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.