Maid with Necromancy

Glimpses Fifty-Eight

Felix spat out a tooth; his labored breathing now came out in a whistle. “Dark waves, Len.” He muttered, grabbing his burnt side, as the eliminated theorist faded from the games. “Didn’t think he had it in him, Beautiful.”

Elix buzzed in his hand with a stream of impressions of the battle. Clipping the dragon's wings. Shattering layers of shields. That last bloody sucker punch, despite the sword through Lenny’s—correction—Len’s liver that took the tooth.

Lifting up his beloved, the mirror-like sheen of the blade showed his new look. While departing the instance would probably heal the missing canine, one could restore the visage as a living trophy. Felix’s creche mates might laugh at picking up such a scar in the corner of nowhere, but those kinds of marks were the best ones.

When White left, this should have been a cool ocean breeze and a stroll on the beach, but there kept on being glass hidden in the sand.  That woman helped forge these hidden blades by existing. Definitely made her a whetstone, if not an anvil, or a hammer, definitely something to report to the sand spires.  

Casting out [Heart Threads], he found his other ladies and picked up the pace as he wove through the rubble and burning of what had been their residence for the final leg of the Ascendant Games. Games both childish and deadly. There was much to report on. Contracts with mimics were troubling. And the host spirit even made him go on a date with one of the women here and enter an eating competition with hidden poisons.

Lux had that flaming woman embedded into a wall by impaling her through her semi-translucent skull. The light in her metal matrix interrupted the spiritual flames, causing the spectral body to switch in place even as her fires  spread, drawing in heat, but pinned, she couldn’t escape or use them to blast free.

Carri had the damned bunny squeezed into the ground with kinetic projections as the sword anchored into stone to keep from being knocked out. Len could learn a thing or two about shield usage from that attractive piece of metal.

Both of those swords would have to stay to keep Tyler’s strongest bonds tied up. Felix knelt next to the struggling beast-kin. “I didn’t think Zotaria roamed out this far. Do you really want to draw the Isles' interests again?”

“I… lept… here… on… my… own!”  Loap answered through gritted teeth.

“You almost believe that. Don’t worry. You’ll be out of here soon.” Felix assured her, patting the rabbit’s head.

The final thread led to the destroyed entry hall, now open to the night sky. It was like an impact crater had blasted it apart. The only things that survived were the contestants' portraits, which remained magically protected and had ended up scattered across the land, while an active battle was wearing what had been the floor down to the ground at its center. Tyler’s maul twisted and bent, intercepting the sword that kept him busy, the area around him clear of any kind of cover as the impacts blasted away any loose debris that had remained.

“You might as well give up. Your partner, Len, is gone. It’s just you, me, and my girls now. You’re not good enough to win this. You merely got lucky to have gotten this far because you were paired up with that one woman.” Felix informed him, coolly as he stepped into the cleared area and made his way down.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Heavy breathing and grunting. Mi wasn't even giving the young lord a chance to respond. What had Len called him, Teela, Turlo? Should probably learn to remember people's names once the competition got to a handful, but that felt boring.

Felix summoned his other polyamorously bonded love back to his hand. The warmth of touching two of them at once flooded him. That should  give the man time to respond. “As I was saying, give…”

The warning from Mi was too slow. The threads of fate couldn’t penetrate underground, while he’d already tied them to Tyler’s swings for this future fight, the rampaging rise of energy under his feet was too wide. This wasn’t a crater, but a dish filled to the brim with burning energy collected from almost every flammable scrap since the chaotic battle began.  

There was no escaping the all-encompassing flame that this Lord, Tyler?, had set for a trap, even as he stood in it unburned.

“That one woman taught me never to fight fair.”  Were the final words Felix heard as the dungeon instance pushed him out.

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