No weapons. Creon was a beast of a man. She knew he was skilled with weapons. One of the Queen's Ravens....and he held a hand of power. Hand of Darkness. She knew this.

The Queen thought it would be funny to pit light against darkness. Little known thing about Rummy. She was terrified of the dark.

Memories of the Queen locking her in that small dungeon to leave her there for days was enough to torment the Fae even now.

A narrow of eyes and she offered a curt nod to Creon. Eyes closed even as she called her magic forth. She was too late for the darkness ensnared her, blanketed her and blinded her in its inky cloak and the Fae screamed, dropping to her knees with the horror of it as she covered her head. Cowering in fear.

Never would such be expected. Not from the Fae. Sometimes her glamour was more of a facade then they realized. She heard a hiss in the darkness he had created and she rolled swiftly. Not swift enough though as the sharp edge of his sword cut across her thigh. Cutting near to bone.

Her teeth bared into a hiss of breath as she scuttled away. Hands reaching out by palms as that hand of Fire was called. Blazing forth the blissful heat of her power....and with it. Light.

No longer Blind her strength came forth. That fire nudging through the darkness until she found it's owner. The fire focused itself into a dragon of flame that cut deep into the side of the other Fae and feasted on his shoulder, leaving him screaming in pain.

She struggled to her feet, teeth clenched as the wound at her thigh pooled blood that she nearly slipped upon. It was killed or be killed. The depths of her mind flashed an image of the arm band she had forged for one she trusted and maybe....possibly. No. She couldn't think of that now.

Survival.

She had to live. For herself. For him...

She ran towards Creon, drawing daggers, hilts fashioned as thorns and fire roses.

One was thrown and the grunt from the Darkness was enough to know she had hit her target. She moved and twisted in ways that seemed almost a dance. Fire blazed around her like a halo of heat that she did not burn from....but even that made her a beacon in the light.

A cry out as one missed moment of awareness had her impaled on the glistening spear of darkness. The pain of it had her falling upon the cold metal as she grunted out a sharp sound of surprise. So this is how it would end.

Head bowed forward as those firebrand braids spilled forward....shades of fresh spilled blood and rubies pooling to the floor to dip into that puddle of blood pouring around her.

Tri-colored eyes lifted as he approached her. She did not plead for a quick release. Or plead for her life. This was how it was to be.

A flash in her mind. The vision of a maze and a glimmer of gold. Piercing ruby. Solo depth that could dig a hole into her very spirit.

"No."

A whisper. Hand dropped the daggers and she held her other hand out. The hand that did not carry the hand of Fire.

"Bleed."

A whisper before it became a scream. "Bleed!"

She was shouting then out in defiance and in answer the crimson spat out from the shoulder wounds in gushes. It seemed to rain blood. All she could repeat was that word until he collapsed to the ground. She knew it was his end. The bone shaking sigh to mark the end of life.

Defiant she managed to her feet. A grunt as she bit back a scream as she pulled the spear out of her flesh. So close to heart.

"This is done."

A whisper as she threw down the spear. Challenge in her eyes for any that dared get in her way. The Unseelie Court did nothing....for the Fae of Fire and Blood had proven herself to all that night.

She walked rather then ran out the door. It was best to move with dignity and pride. Never let them see you weak.

There were apologies to be made....and then....she could say her final good byes....If that was what the Goddess did wish.