"You insolent bitch, how dare you stand against us! I'll see you ended daughter-mine!"
Mistianne slowly rose to her feet, as ice was shaken from her armored form. The wild eyes of the death knight, boring such a hole within the one she called daughter and traitor in the same breath. A slow crack of neck, as those axes were twirled a bit for measure, while a step or two were taken towards Ahnika, who in turn did not falter one damned bit, as she too began to step towards the woman she called mother, with nary a weapon in hand.
"I told you Moth-Mistianne, walk away while you can and leave us to do what we need to do, before I crush what little soul you have in that whored out husk of a form, Raven saw fit to leave you with!"
"Whored out husk, is it' My, haven't you gotten a bit of a back bone all the sudden, hmm' I guess it wasn't enough to simply leave you here, away from everything else was it' No, I guess not—- but don't you worry baby girl. Momma is here now, and I'm gonna make it all better when I beat you into submission, and then take the head of that human of yours in the forge! Raven knows what you did child, and he is none the pleased. In fact he wanted you dead! But that's alright, because when you watch me torture your friend there till he begs me to end it, you will wish you were dead all over again. And you know what? Maybe this time around, I can rid you of that damned humanity of yours!"
As she had been speaking, Mistianne shook off the last bits of the iced prison that Ahnika had encased her within....The axes in the death knight's hand twirled yet again, as steps were taken towards Ahnika, who in turn went straight for the woman she called her mother, and now—- her enemy.
"My humanity is what kept me from ever being like you and the others, and I'll be damned if you or anyone else takes that or anything else away from me again!?"
"Bold words, daughter! Let's see if you can back them up!"
Crying out in a sheer rage, Mistianne rushed dead on at Ahnika, who had little time to even act, as the death knight reared back those axes, and let loose with a solid cross cut, hoping to end the confrontation in one swift measure.
Ahnika however, had other ideas in regards to her mother's intentions....
Sliding to her knees, she avoided Mistianne's attack, quickly countering with one of her own, as runes of frost violently flared to life around the forge mistress!
Suddenly a pillar of ice erupted from the ground, slamming into the gut of the angered death knight, who in turn was taken completely by surprise, as the wind was soundly knocked from her form, causing her to also drop her axes in the process.
Ahnika did not stop there, as her arms quickly outstretched and then pushed forward with such intent the runes she summoned exploded in all directions, as the pillar thrust forward with the somewhat impaled death knight upon it, towards the ceiling, where stone and ice met with Mistianne in between for measure.
The force of said impact causing the death knight to cry out in such anguish, as such darkened blood splatter from that mouth of hers, as she tried to get some bit of air in those lungs of hers with such gurgled gasps of sheer desperation.
Gasps Ahnika would not allow her 'mother', what so ever.
Once more the the runes were summoned, as they answered the call of their mistress, flaring to life with such crackles of a hunger yet to be sated, as Ahnika measure Mistianne up once more, the breathing of the force mistress heavy as she spoke, "I told you, I'll be damned before any of you take what?s mine from me! ANY of YOU!"
Her hands forming in a pair of tight fists, as they slammed into the base of that pillar that still had Mistianne pinned to the ceiling, as a shock wave was sent upwards through the pillar itself, directly towards the pinned death knight, who offered no resistance what so ever, as the impact shook the room to it's very foundations, knocking so much to the ground, from its sheer ferocity, as shards of ice exploded all over the room, itself.
Ahnika did not falter one bit, they did not cower, or even seek to shield herself, as shards cut her small frame all over. Defiant was the forge mistress, as she watched the spectacle, despite bleeding all over.
And she was not done either...
Mistianne fell to the stone floor rather unceremoniously, in a rather crumpled and quite bloodied heap. The impact of the wave, causing such damage to their armor of hers, not to mention what lay underneath.
Yet as she fell, a good portion of what was left of that iced pillar did not.
In fact, it hovered above the fallen death knight.
Shards, and spikes....Blocks and chunks of ice...
All held in check by Ahnika, as bloodied hands were outstretched towards the woman she once called 'mother' in a pure love.
And with a swipe of hand, it all came crashing down upon Mistianne in the most horrific of manners.
"I told you— no one..." Ahnika said rather in a rather exhausted manner, as she sank to her knees in a somewhat pool of her own blood. Her body a right mess, as more and more bruises began to appear on that form of hers, in addition to the old ones, and the fresh cuts and scrapes from the ice. Her breathing was ragged indeed, as she hoped she her outburst had been enough to end this in one fell swoop.
After what had felt like forever, yet in truth was mere minutes, Ahnika decided to rise once more, using some debris to assist her, crying out in pain, as she did so.
Her body ached all over, and more so felt like a dead weight, as it took that much effort just to rise to those feet of hers, even with assistance.
And the pain seemed to grow more so, with each passing moment.
Crying out, as she doubled over, Ahnika sank to the ground once more, clutching her chest, as darkness began to creep in from the peripherals of her vision, as her eyes widened in shock to what she began to see.
The sight of her own blood leaving her form.
Rising from her, with runes of blood crackling aside them.
Crying out in sheer agony, she twisted and twisted feeling her insides being shifted and pressed against, by an unseen force.
Across the room, debris began to shuffle, as ice and stone gave way to a battered hand, and then an arm. More, and more debris was shifted, as a disgustedly battered and bloodied Mistianne pulled herself slowly from the rubble.
"I told you—- let's see if you can back—- it up. Your spent child—- used it all, when you knew better. Hope it was worth it, because now you're mine, b*tch!"
Ahnika continued to write in such agony, as Mistianne began to right herself, as best as she could, which consisted of popping joints back into place, and pulling off that chest piece that sank into her form earlier. The piece tossed aside, as steps were taken towards the forge mistress, as a moment was deftly taken to recover those axes of hers.
"What's that' I'm sorry, I don't speak whiny whore! You'll have to forgive me, but don't worry! I'm gonna keep you around long enough for you to see me, kill that mortal of yours, and turn him into my personal &*^%!"
Ahnika offered a whimpered response, barely audible...
A brow was somewhat raised, as Mistianne took to a knee to better here that whimper, relishing in the suffering of the forge mistress.
"Say it louder, love—-heh."
Suddenly, a frost rune flare ever so briefly and before Mistianne could react, a spike of ice erupted from the ground below Ahnika, through the forge mistress' upper left chest, and literally impaling Mistianne's jaw from below with the blunt force of a 2X4 as the death knight pulled back, howling in pain, with blood spraying in all directions, as she fought the impaled spike with all she had, dropping the axes in the process.
The runes of blood dissipated as did those of frost. The spike vanished from Mistianne's jaw, leaving a gaping hole that bled furiously, like the wound of Ahnika's. Mistianne quickly recovered those axes, as a gutteral growl escaped the death knight.
Ahnika rose to her feet, with arms outstretched. Suddenly a pair hammers appeared seemingly from no where, as she eyed Mistianne carefully, "Collateral damage, b*itch— now we end this, you and I."
Mistianne was spent, and she knew it....
She had fallen prey, to the very thing she had assumed Ahnika had. The twisting of blood was took an immeasurable toll on a death knight, and it was a terrible gamble to lose.
Crying out once more, Mistianne charged Ahnika with those axes swinging wildly, as the younger countered with those hammers of hers, left and right. The impact shaking each woman to the core, yet neither would yield at all, as they swung back and forth in such a furious and wild manner!
Moments passed, as the pair remained in that steadfast cycle of swing and counter, pushing each other to such limits, as their insides screamed as loudly as their outsides, and more so!
Again, and again they went, as Ahnika refused to let Mistianne gain any ground what so ever, and the death knight refusing the same of her daughter as blow upon blow rained down upon each of them!
And somehow, Ahnika had slipped...
Ahnika went down, the thing known as Mistianne closed in for the kill. "NO!" It was cried by two voices so similar, that it could have been same one. In this place it was more though, it was a missing sound, an echo....that thing that Kruger had noticed missing from the beginning. An echo had power here; Mistianne looked over in dismay, a momentary look but enough for the crouching Ahnika to move and strike."
Mistianne seemed ready to take the blow and continue on with her assault. Kruger saw a blur cross the forge and stop to hold back Mistianne's stroke. The other had her arm; he looked to Ahnika and spoke a few simple words.
"I'm sorry daughter, forgive me for not believing."
Ahnika's eyes widened....The words— those words she had longed to hear, for so long....The words— those words...
'Forgive..'
Inside she cried out, to the heavens themselves! Memories of old were let loose in a torrential wave that swept throughout the forge mistress, as she called out in turn.
"Father, forgive me! Forgive me, and help me set this right! Guide me! Guide me!"
A renewed vigor welled within Ahnika, as her body felt so— refreshed....Almost whole, even.
Mistianne however, was locked in both realms; she shoved the other away and continued her fight.
And then— Ahnika cried out, and pressed the attack once more, throwing all else out the window, so to speak!
Ahnika's blows were doing massive damage to the Death Knight, but it refused to give in. Kruger believed that given its prey, it would not submit, or die easily. These things were all the result of Ahnika's work; they would never forget what she had done to them."
The other seemed to realize this as well. He looked around trying to formulate a plan, Kruger was doing the same. As one their gaze hit the waterfall. The physical Kruger had advanced quite far in his operations. The chest piece was glowing nearly white as he brought it from the forge. The other two looked at one another. There was a only a moment to react to what was coming. The song had continued the ebb and flow taken its course. They both knew that unmaking was coming through that portal the moment it opened. Kruger watched the other rise and move in the direction of the well which Ahnika had spoken of.
He stopped as though contacting an invisible wall. When the hammer finally dropped there was a ringing unlike any Kruger had heard in the physical realm. There it always seemed a bell; here it was a cry of so many emotions a host of voices calling out for a single need. In here Kruger saw the barrier vibrate with that call. Kruger saw the blow shatter those shackles that held the other back from the well. The other had enough time to look over his shoulder before being forced through the opening.?
There was that shock wave again, but this time it seemed not to touch physical Kruger. Spirit Kruger felt it though, as did Mistianne. Kruger had only a moment to see her eyes go wide, on her armor a single rune glowed white, and then changed. The wave from that blow seemed to be spreading outwards like a tidal wave gaining force with each passing moment.
Mistianne looked like she had been kicked in the gut when the shock wave struck her, as her eyes widened to such a degree, as she doubled over, her axes clattering to the ground, as their matter cried out in pain, and shock.
Ahnika felt it too, and part of her wanted to scream out in pain, as well—- but something else was pushing her. Someone was with her, on this side of the veil and the other. She knew that now, and she felt it true. And she would not be denied that moment to set right that which she wronged..
She would changed her destiny...
"Father....Thank you, and I'll make it right, this time around— fates willing, I will set this right somehow....Guide me father, and free mother to finally be at peace with you."
And those hammers came down upon the head of Mistianne, in the most crushing of ways.
It was over.
Ahnika sank to the floor, those hammers of hers— Kruger's hammers, clattering next to her, as the forge mistress openly wept...
Tears came freely, as Ahnika let it all out. Lifetimes of memories came flooding back in an instant, as she continued to cry.
Softly, she felt something. Akin to a kiss on the wind, it was. And words were heard softly, "Thank you, daughter-mine"
Ahnika's eyes opened, in time to see a light blue outline before her, a woman it was, and in another moment, it was no more.
Nodding, Ahnika ceased crying and just tried to catch her breath, as she her her name called.
"Fath—-Kruger! Are you— you did it. You did it..."