Saber Lily

-Eclaire, Xion, and Rhea - In Combat- Rhea winged up and up. As everyone engaged, she quickly dived and took up position. If Nergal were to avoid Henry or get up from the attack, Geirskogul was already in hand, charged with Light. Her twin swords hang at her hips, the Unaging Valkyrie ready to unleash the wrath of the Ithurians, and the Wrath of the Valkyries, upon Nergal should he managed to escape Henry. A throw of the spear and a dual blade charge at him would be her manner of attack. Yevgeni's talk, his speeches. Eclaire's blood boiled in rage as she stood up, recovering from Nergal's attack. She was about to strike, when her mother once more grabbed her, arms wrapping around her body and holding her tightly. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Eclaire. In that weak moment, I hurt you." She sobbed. "I can't remember your mother...I can't remember...but I know she was disappointed. And...and I never...never thought you were a mistake, Eclaire. You were my daughter. My sweet....kind...caring daughter...please...don't let the hate take you. Don't fall like I did. Don't become Consumption. You were the miracle i so needed." She whispered. "So please...don't...don't let the hate consume you...my dearest Eclaire." She stood there, shaking. Tears streamed down her face, a torrent unending. And Yevgeni's sudden shift did not alter her...no...but her hate was eroded...it melted away...only to be replaced by such sorrow. "...I can't feel her anymore, Mom. I....I can't feel that pulse within my heart...I gave it up..." "Shh...whatever you kept...life has an ending, Clary...life will end. What's important is you never forget how close they were...you etch their love upon your heart...so no matter what, even if you forget them, that love always lingers...so that one day, when you need it most, their face....their smile...it will bring you from the dark depths that you may have fallen." She loosened her hold. "Don't strike with your hate...it's...it's not you, Clary. You're not...you're the kindest soul...I'll ever know." Eclaire slowly pulled away from her mother once more. She stumbled forward, brushing past Jynn and heading for Yevgeni. And she stood and raised her sword. "To use the Source to force peace...is unforgivable. You would not create anything but hollowness. You would create existence. We would merely exist. To force everyone to peace is to remove their will, the will that causes many of us here to still persist. The will to remember what we have lost, to cling to what we have." She pointed it at his heart. "There is no room in your heart for such peace, Yevgeni. I may be every bit the bastard you are...but at the very least...I accepted I was no ruler. I accept I never will be fit to sit on the throne of my mothers! I was not fit to stand by Shiva's side! And that's why I will stand by her name to final breath, why I renamed this sword after her! Because she saw past my unholy birth, she saw past the turmoil I could create and offered me a future! She offered me hope, Yevgeni! She gave me a new life, a new chance! To use the Source for anything more than restoring humanity is ignoble, is arrogant, is wrong!" she shouted. She had dimly heard Jynn speak to the man as she stumbled over, but the tail end rang within her ears. "As the Prince said...we are all different. And to force us to think the same in the name of peace is a fate worse than death. At very least, if I die, I will die Eclaire Oathkeeper, Retainer of Queen Shiva, and the one who loved her knowing there was no chance. I will die knowing the last word Shiva said to me." Her wings once more phased in, blocking Jynn from view. "And I will protect Jynn from you and your attack dog...as I have an oath to keep with final breath. Give up the source, Yevgeni. Jynn may not be ready to kill you...but I am."

Eclaire, Xion, and Rhea - EVERYONE US KUNG-FU-FIGHTIN', THEM FISTS ARE FAST AS LIGHTNIN'- Rhea backwinged as Henry executed his devastating kidney attack. She paused until he was done, then once more charged Nergal, throwing herself at him in a sidespin, a whirling spinning top of blades and twintails. Xion had moved closer to the humans. Despite her misgivings, right now everyone mattered. And as such, Xion chose to leave the fighting in her daughter's capable hands, and play the part of the late wife she couldn't remember - the protector. Eclaire...she was frozen. As she was let go, the chimaera faltered in air, backwinging through the fractals of light that marked where her Spears had faded. She gathered herself as Yevgeni led Aqua away, and Eclaire took pause. Would Shiva accept her own words? Would she accept the vitriol she, Eclaire, three at Alexander's memory? Maybe. Maybe not. But Shiva wasn't here. Eclaire felt the tears flow. "You bastard;", she roared at Yevgeni. "What would Shiva think? I'd love to know! I'd love to been yelled at for insulting her father! I'd give up every bit of my power to see her yell at me! But she's gone, Yevgeni! She's gone and I'll never get to hold her! Laugh with her! You took away the only person I had left in this whole damn world, all for a dead man's folly!" She rocketed at him once more. Yes, she had regained her mother...but... "You took away the first person to not see me as a mistake! She never once saw me as such am abomination, an unholy offspring!, She saw me as me!" Her blade began to glow. "And you took her from me!" Eclaire slashed, sending a wave of dark light at Yevgeni. "And...you took away a mother who just wanted what was best for her son! Look what you did, you monster!" She screamed

"..." Eclaire studied the ships. Biting her lip, she adjusted her glasses and quietly weighed all the information. They we're loading the smaller ship now, while the nicer one was left alone... "Principality sounds more like an admiral's yacht then a hardened pirate ship. But at the same time, Greyhawk could have stolen a new ship for himself. As bad as it sounds, I think we really should split up." She glanced around, then rolled her eyes at Tibarn. "No kiss from me." She sighed.

-Eclaire, Xion, Rhea - Fighting the Queenslayer and the Regent- Eclaire was thrown back. Flipping and skidding back, she was prepared to surge forward, but Xion suddenly grabbed her, hugging her close. Arms around her stomach, Xion buried her face in her daughter's hair. "No...Clary....Sweet Clary, don't....don't fall into that sorrow...that rage." She begged. "I feel your heart....I feel your hurt, and your sorrow. I felt the same for the longest time, my dearest daughter. But you can't let that control you. Whatever you gave up, it couldn't be the sweet, kind heart that beats below this armor...the heart that found love...that found a home." She sobbed. "I gave up my pendant, Eclaire. The only thing left of Zion, because she'd never forgive me if I let anything happen to you. So please....Eclaire...my dearest Eclaire...." She loosened her arms. "Don't strike with hatred. It's not you. It's not you." Rhea leaped into the fray. As Yevgeni handed the Source of all Life to Nergal, Rhea charged the Queenslayer with an opening salvo of Light magic and Geirskogul, which flew towards his heart...and close behind, was Rhea, her twin blades of Ars Nova and Ars Antiqua gleaming in the eternal sunset. "QUEENSLAYER. I WILL KILL YOU." She roared. "THAT SUN OF A BITCH WILL HAVE THE JUSTICE HE LEFT FOR ME!" Eclaire was frozen...her ears flat, tail limp, the Retainer of the Queen was broken....no...she wasn't broken...she had but stumbled yet again in her long, long journey... And so, she stood, breaking free from her mother. That gilded black armor faded away, leaving her in the same clothes that she met Shiva in once more. The silver sword clenched tightly, she looked up. Her tear-streaked face glinted in the sunset, as she raised that silver sword to point at Yevgeni. "Jynn might have run. He might have left. But he came back. He returned because he knew his duty. Because the greatest triumph is not in forever succeeding, but always standing up!" She roared. "I don't care for the source! I just care that Shiva's want for peace in realized! Your vision is beholden to Alexander! How could the dream of a callous man ever bring lasting happiness? I felt the warmth below Shiva's ice! I saw the kindness! If even her own father did not believe in her, then I refuse to let such a man's wishes come true!" Her beautiful white wings glowed, transfiguring into aether, their light blueish-white existence coming to life by fractals. "And I took this sword from her hands, Yevgeni! I took it as a promise! As an *oath*." She exploded from the ground, past Jynn. "Go fight the Queenslayer, Jynn! Your rage is better served slaying her killer!" Eclaire came at Yevgeni, spinning in midair to slash at his chest. Her wings flashed away to reduce air drag, as in her free hand burst forth Overture, and she attempted to double slash him with her momentum before her wings returned. Glowing, they unleashed numerous bolts of light at the Elf, Eclaire gaining distance as Overture was thrown aside, letting it shatter to light as she gathered a dark mass in her hand, before firing it at Yevgeni. And at it's heals was her yet again, a relentless fighter out for blood. "I will avenge the woman I loved, Yevgeni, and put to the sword the traitor who ordered her death! This is my vow - this is my oath!" She yelled, stabbing at his chest once more. Behind her materialized In Paradisum, which split into it's seven, ready to be thrown or act as a deterrent should he attempt to get behind her.

I mean...cats do go for the throat...

Time to edit. Extensively.

-Eclaire, Rhea, and Xion: At the Altar of the Source of All Life- Rhea and Xion stumbled back a bit from the Light, Rhea still adjusting to life outside of Thane, and Xion from the light. But Eclaire...no, she stepped forward, drawing Shiva from her back, holding it pointed towards Yevgeni. She was shaking...from anguish...from rage...from sorrow. Her body crackled with lightning, her clothes shifting into the Valkyric armor that now ran black with Succubus blood. "You ordered her death? You ordered the deaths of her, of Jynn?" Her foot dug into the ground, and she roared. "YEEEEVGENIIII!" She shot forward, aiming to Pierce the Elf's heart with her silver sword.

-Xion, Queen of Lust- The dragon dead, the wounded healed, and her daughter standing atop The carcass alongside the others...then everything was brilliant white. She stood there as her double seemed to melt into existence. Well done,” Xion 2 said. “You are almost there. Beyond this door lies that which you seek: the Source of All Life. Without it we would not be, yet with it we cannot truly live. If you truly desire what lies ahead you must be willing to pay the toll.” Xion 2 extends a hand. “You must surrender to me what is most dear to you, and you mustn’t lie: we both know what that is.” The Queen stood there for a long while. Unmoving, her bandaged hand gripped in a corrupted fist...then her normal hand went up, and a necklace that somehow had remained unnoticable despite the Succubus Queen's manner of dress, was tugged from. She carefully slipped it off, and she held it out to her double, the beautifully crafted pendant shining with the light of dawn. Xion was crying. “An oath to keep with final breath.” Her double took it with the utmost respect, cradling it. “The Mark of the Eternal Bond. Forged by both Light and Dark for a union frowned upon by even the Angelic Creator, but who saw fit to see how it played. Tangibility to a promise strained by death and despair, yet held most dear. You give the last material thing that She did make with you, your last link to the Queen of Light. Your daughter is most precious, but your heart sings loudest for her. I accept this, but I shall silence your song.” Xion looked away, tense...and sorrowful. “Zion would never forgive me if I didn't protect Eclaire. She would rather I forget her, forget her love and never hear that silent song once more.” “You will forget Zion and her Light, o’ Queen mine.” And so did her double fade into light, leaving Xion to fall to her knees and weep as the memories of her precious Zion were torn away, leaving her heart empty...her love gone...leaving only a sense that losing Eclaire would complete the dark uprising within her heart. “ZION!” She screamed, so the echo would stay for the briefest time, as the memory of that last, soft smile slipped away into the abyss. Xion hugged herself. “...who did...who did I birth Eclaire with…?” ((Xion has given up her betrothal necklace and all memories of Zion, her lost wife. She is depressed and only knows she must protect Eclaire.)) -Rhaedyn Thane, He of many Titles but claims only One - Lord of Iron- Before him stood his double, hand in the head of his axe, other hand extended. His gravelly voice said the same thing, and the last King slammed his arm into the double's in a powerful forearm grab. ”I, Rhaedyn Thane, give my life. My that which is my most precious is thine Kingship; I who slew Midgardsormr, Father Drakon. I, who have done all in the name of Justice, had only himself to lose. One day the Ithurians will return and rebuild. Any King or Queen can lead us to greatness. So I give thine life for the good of many.” He did not pause. He did not waver. His voice clear and strong, his heart did best with purpose. His double almost imperceptibly nodded to him, and faded...and so did his armor. Geirskogul fell to the wayside, as he lifted up, body engulfed in ice and fire. ”Fufill my final wish, oh Keeper mine. Bring the Queenslayer to justice. Return the worlds to whole. Bring peace, and justice. Ars Nova and Ars Antiqua forever shall bear my touch, Rhea of the Heavensguard.” Rhaedyn Thane disappeared in a burst of fire and ice, leaving in his place a young girl with blonde hair in twintail, to fall to the floor. She laid still, before slowly sitting up. Looking to the fallen Spear of Rule, the girl began to weep, not just for herself, but for the Last King who gave himself for his people, and those who needed him. “You selfless fool...you self-righteous bastard!” -Eclaire de Wynter, Retainer of the Queen- Her doubled appeared before her. Eclaire's armor could only fade, leaving her in the very traveling clothes she had met Shiva in. The worn red shoulder cape hung limp, as she looked at herself. Same worn cloak. Same worn clothes. That smile. That damn smile she thought lost. But unlike others, the double reached out. “You know what you must give up.” She said softly. “She is gone. You have yet to let go. You move but not leave, you walk yet not away. You loved her. All those years, all those master's who either sent you away, or died, or you were forced to flee from. Your mind created a white lie, a white lie that everyone would abandon you. Then you met her. You met a woman who only saw the good. Who saw your strength and asked for it. Who saw a broken girl and knew she could give you the strength to put yourself back together. You fell so deeply in love, like your mothers did.” The double moved right up to her, resting a hand on her cheek. “Surrender.” Eclaire was frozen. Hey eyes wide, she could feel the tears welling. She didn't stop them. “I...I always loved the rain.” She whispered. “I wish...I could have danced with her...under the dark clouds…” Her double rested her forehead against her. “She doesn't want you to dwell. She wants you to protect her son, her kingdom. She wants you to be happy...no?” Eclaire let out a choked sound. She nodded. “Take them. Take those precious three seconds...those three seconds...that were the only kiss I ever gave her. The only kiss I ever asked for. Just don't take her.” The double gently gripped the back of her neck, then her arm went around her. There were no words. Then she was gone, and Eclaire felt empty. As if a part of her that she clung so hard to finally slipped away. Three seconds was nothing to everyone. A single step, a fee blinks, a deep breath. But to Eclaire...those seconds were everything. The true beginning of a new life, the fall into foolish love...the March to war, and the anguish that still yet lingered. Now she lost those three seconds...lost the feeling of Shiva…and felt the despair and anguish those three seconds had kept at bay flood her body. She felt her blood boil, the Valkyric blood pulsing in tandem with her sorrow, and her Succubus blood boiling in rage. “Goodbye...Shiva.” ((Eclaire has given up the 3 seconds of Shiva's lifeforce that she took all that time ago. The three seconds that was their only kiss...and the only thing that kept the anguish from consuming her further.))

I doubt Sora accepted Xehanort's heart. I honestly think he used Sora as misdirection and extracted Xion while Riku was on his way. So many questions. No answers.

Hi there, your resident Xion fanboy with a theory as convoluted as the entire story of Dream Drop Distance here. So by now many of us have seen the new TGS trailer showing off Big Hero 6 and Baymax, aka Donald but he actually does his job, as well as a little montage of all the Seekers...and then the new one. Many have said it's Aqua but her hair is far longer on the sides and covers more of either side of her head. This leads me to go with the heartbreaking conclusion that Xion's been Norted. "But Sabre, if this is Xion, and not some new Seeker that's introduced...how, when everyone forgot about her?" "Buuuuut Sabre she's gone." Because killing someone in Kingdom Hearts has worked so well Jokes aside, I for a moment wondered how Xion would have gotten norted, I really did. But then I hit an epiphany. Xehanort said Sora was his chosen vessel, but when should anyone be truthful to us? Xehanort telling his plans as such is folly; he knows how stubborn those of the Light can be, and knowing how hard Terra struggled once the plan was known, I don't think he'd be so...open. Plus, there's no way he wouldn't have figured out that Sora can overcome any darkness within him given time, especially with Riku there, meaning...why risk it? Why risk attempting to turn Sora when it would be simpler to find someone else who could be filled with another part of Xehanort? Then it hit me. They were lying. At no point were they trying to turn Sora. They were going to fill an empty puppet, one that had helped a former Org13 member turn against them. But everyone forgot about Xion. How could Xehanort have known Xion was there? Well, that's simple, and explained, again, in Dream Drop Distance. Memories of Xion were forgotten...but not data. Ansem the Wise remembered her existence. He expressly mentions an empty puppet could be saved by the love in Sora's heart. If Ansem the Wise was able to catalog and record Xion's existence but forget all about her, then it only begs the question. How extensive was Vexen's research? Having that trove of information at hand, from every project Vexen ever did...it requires them going back to Castle Oblivion yes, but there is no reason not to. And, going through Vexen's data means they will have known what to do. With the access to time travel...what is stopping them from going to the point in time Roxas and Xion fought, telling Xemnas WXYZ, and keeping tabs on Roxas after the fight. They'd know that eventually Roxas would return to Sora...alongside that empty puppet with a sham of a Keyblade. This leads to the how: How did they manage it? Well, the entire time that Riku was fighting Young Xehanort, Stopza was shown to not exactly work on them for any real period of time. What in fact stopped the 13 Seekers of Darkness from extracting that which was Xion from Sora, and hiding her away briefly for the oncoming exchange? Xehanort has been shown to have plans within plans, work quickly and as efficiently as possible - barring bits of irrational behavior. What of Mickey? Unsure, the only real hole in my theory as I'm unsure of what he was doing besides waiting for Riku to return...but as Stopza fades, it shows Master Xehanort has already fully manifested in the timeline. With Mickey distracted... Well. Xehanort is shown to need but a minute to use the spell to fill. One he would have had when YMX went against Riku. The entire plan was never to use Sora. The entire time, Xehanort had planned to use Xion. Xemnas even said she'd make a fitting vessel in the 358/2 Days cutscenes. But that's just a theory. No I'm not Matpack.

My heart is in tatters. They show no face, but I know that hair. THIS ISNT HOW I WANTED XION TO LIVE.

Eclaire, Xion, Thane As Eclaire backwinged away from the thrashing dragon, Thane was already moving. Tossing Caladbolg back to Xion, she watched as Jynn launched his attack. With the dragon stunned, Eclaire dived once more. Around her crackled lightning. "I see my foe before me. He is not good, nor evil - nor am I good, or evil. Like him, I see fear, I see hope. Before me I see not a foe, but an equal. Not an equal, but a better. I am the steel that creates my blade, the leather that wraps the hilt, and the song that sings through the wind." He glowed. "Noblesse Oblige - Anti-Foe Ancient Magic: Kugane Tragedy!" The silver blade in her hand glowed as she pierced the dragon's back. "Shiva, herald the frost!" Ice pierced into Xeno'jiva, crystalizing and putting out, forming jagged crystals within him around the point of contact. Kugane Tragedy...for it is the nature of the blade that dictates it's power...and the heart of the wielder. Thane, meanwhile, had leapt with a mighty roar, bringing down his axe on the joint that connected Xeno's right with with the body. Xion stayed away. Panting, she did not risk entering combat so early from dragonblight...not that she was truly needed for this one

Eclaire, Xion, Thane: Everyone is Mon-ster-Figh-tiiing Eclaire grunted. Her blade had sunk into the beast's leg, but not very deep. She tore Shiva from it's scales and backed up for another attack, but then it fell. She retreated at once with her mother, while Thane, the wariest of them all, held his spear, aiming it at the beast's head. Then it spoke, rising up. The blast of dark energy would have struck Thane, had he not been far away, cautious...but Eclaire and Xion were not far enough. But Eclaire was spared, for, as the dragonblight came, Xion spun and used her own magic to throw Eclaire away from the blight, sparing her. The Queen of Lust fell to her knees with a cry, barely able to stay up. Grasping Caladbolg, she weakly tossed it to Eclaire. "Go, daughter." She began half-crawling. "I will recover." She smiled weakly. Eclaire picked up the greatsword, nodding. Once more taking flight, she landed on a falling stalactite, bouncing off and between them. With Henry engaging, she winged up as he made an opening. Sheathing the silver sword, she grasped Caladbolg tightly, diving down. This time she aimed for the base of the dragon's skull - and took a step into the abyss, letting the darkness wash over her, further augmenting her blade. "Fall from Grace!" She roared. Crackling with dark lightning, she shot down at his skull, thrusting at the base with everything she had.

Eclaire stepped out of the room, rolling her shoulders. Seeing the guard relaxed and not paying attention, she quickly hurried down the hall, to the door that Thalmora had directed her to. And so she knocked. Putting on a nervous air, she looked around, ears down flat, tail slightly bushy. Put them off guard...and hope the others worked quickly...that, or she found out how to get a signal to them. One step at a time.

"Mmm. Yes! I'm hungry...I want...." she thought for a moment. "Chicken friend rice and whatever cola you have!" She beamed happily. Hey, if she was paying, at least she could get some food and be combat ready! She was really just hungry.

Eclaire, Xion, and Rhaedyn: Facing Soul Lord Xeno'jeeves Xion went tumbling towards a wall, but managed to recover. Stabbing her sword into it, she flipped and landed on top, now facing the beast. She scowled. "Low." She growled. Her arm erupted with dark energy, Consumption flaring. Kicking off, she dove down at the beast as the pulse faded, aiming to slash at it's eyes. "Ignore it Clary! It is but a test! Even apart, those we love do not fade until our memories of them do! Use them!" She cried. Thane had been batted away. Flipping once, he slammed into the ground and slid back, coming to a stop as two deep troughs of earth were created. He drew forth Frostlight, the mighty sword at his hip, and once more formed Geirskogul, Spear of Iron. "Midgardsormor is no friend of thine. He is a dragon, slain to the West. His fire did not consume, nor did his rage break mine armor." Rising up, the Iron Lord slammed Geirskogul into the ground. "Land of the King." He roared, and gouts of fire began to erupt around him, heading for Xeno'jiva. "Your nest belongs to the ringing sound of Iron." Rhaedyn Thane began his charge, as fire began to erupt beneath the dragon, making it fairly hot for him. Eclaire had not moved. Only tears did, falling. Life...it was existence. But Shiva would not want her to once more fall into the despair of calling herself a mistake. "If a Queen, as cold and unforgiving as the ice, yet as warm and welcoming...if a woman...who could have turned me away at first look...turned me away for intruding her home...could find love for me." She let go of Overture, letting the Valkyric blade fade into Light. She then reached onto her back and grasped that silver sword, as her body was engulfed. "I am a mistake no longer. I am the lingering will of Shiva, and I have an oath to keep with final breath." She rose as her armor finished materializing on her. To many Valkyrie, they it would have been white as the freshest snow...but her armor was black, the golden trim standing out...the lining to a dark life that now shone. "Do you know what I named this blade for, dragon?" From her back burst forth her wings, aetherial and bright. "If you do not, let me acquaint you with it." She exploded from the ground, aiming once more for the beast's legs. As she crackled with lightning, she turned and swung in air, bringing the sword around her body 360 degrees, as both Light and Dark augmented the blade to be twice as long. The girl aimed to sever the beast's leg, her body moving with purpose. She had an oath to keep. One she would not break. No, sooner would Xeno'jiva's scales shatter before Eclaire Oathkeeper failed her Queen...her friend....her love...one more time.

Eclaire tapped her chin. "I guuuuuuessss." She drawled out, clapping her hands together. "As long as she's cute!" While her eyes did close a bit, she kept listening with her ears, which twitched this way and that. Tail flicking, the HUD on her glasses glitched briefly as she moved just a bit too far into the doorframe. Classy. No signals could be used within the rooms. Blinking twice, the HUD went to sleep, meaning her glasses were now, well. Decoration. "Thanks for being accommodating!" Hopefully he doesn't get caught in any crossfire...mm...Pump the girl for info, ask for something she has to leave the room for, try and figure out if Greyhawk's here for sure. Simple.

Eclaire tapped her cheek, thinking. "Mmm. A cute girl. Preferably one who likes hugs. Feeling affectionate and my brother's a sack of bricks. Not very comfy to curl up with and relax ya'know? Or the second most popular girl, is said most popular is still taken?" She beamed.

Eclaire noticed the others going to the back. "Watch the front." She whispered to him...then looked apologetic. "And sorry." Her hand lashed out, slapping him fairly loudly - not that it would really hurt, since she wasn't exactly She-Hulk. Spinning around, she huffed and marched to the door, tail flicking. Crossing her arms, she waited for the man. "Who's available? My brother's a jerk and I need to unwind. I can pay." She did have a decent amount still, and if she was lucky, a popular girl who knew about Greyhawk might be around... She put on her innocent, yet exasperated, smile. "Been a day for me~"

Eclaire, Xion, and Thane: Hunting Time As everyone jumped into battle, Xion grabbed her daughter's arm. "Wait." She withdrew a steele from her side, and drove her heel to the ground. Small spires formed around her, and she began writing. "Script of Lust - Ricochet Glyph." She wrote quickly, and then jerked her arm forward. The spires fired away, and struck all around the beast, before massive glyphs appeared. "Aim for the legs Clary, slow it's movements!" She took to the skies, and instead of Long and Dark December, she summoned a new, jagged blade. "Come, Caladbolg. Let us drink deep of this chaos." She threw herself at the other wing, leaving Arthur to assault one while she went for the other. A dark aura covered her, the Succubus Queen slashing down at the beast's wing with deadly force. Eclaire summoned Kusanagi. Breathing slowly, she set her stance, her clothes changing to her looser, slightly more revealing, but above all speed enhancing clothes. Her body and the air around her crackled like lighting. "Thane. Your axe." "Of course." The man swung around in a 360, using his momentum to drive the flat edge of his massive axe towards Eclaire. She jumped up, her feet slamming into Dawnmourne...and she was thrown at railgun-like speeds, slashing at the beast's leg as she passed...before she hit the glyph. With her speed, Eclaire had honed her reaction time to compensate for such recklessness, and began to look like a pinball - from one glyph to the next, slashing again and again, before she hit the final glyph and spun. Reverse-wielding Kusanagi, she slashed the beast's underbelly before flipping and hitting the ground, sliding back as both Flash Step and her momentum inevitably ceased. Smoke rose from the line of dirt she had made, her chest heaving. Grimacing, she fell to a knee, momentarily stunned as her body raced to recover from her opening attack...but she had no worries, for Rhaedyn Thane leaped into action, throwing himself at the beast's head with flaming axe. "Dawnmourne hungers, dragon. Tell Midgarsormr the Lord of Iron sends his regards." And so did the Lord of Iron bring down his axe towards the dragon's head.

Probably should post anyways. Will do it before I start up World of Warships~

Eclaire, with Jake "Hrm. Well, could always ask nicely. I can ask when the one popular girl is free and see what to do then." She said, tapping her chin. "He said this one angel like girl was super popular - so I can at least ask about when she's free, or ask for recommendations. It's up to you, since uh. You're not really into this stuff." She shrugged, smiling somewhat embarrassed.

Stuff happens man. I've been busy too ;-;

I've been waiting on Endless, so unless I missed his post and then your update on Eclaire and Jake....I literally have nothing to post :c