((This story begins late in the evening of the 23rd.))
The night had been long. After leaving the Red Dragon, and escorting Reanna home, Dameon made his way across the Firebird Compound, devoid of his weaponry having given his short sword and dagger to Sera and Reanna, respectively. He found himself at the Firebird Hunters' Office, where Jonas awaited him.
This night would be the final preparation. The next night was to be the last stand against Jupiter. After the mayhem Jupiter had caused in trying to get the demonic energy back from Jonas that he'd infused into him so many years ago, neither of the brothers could allow his threat against the Clan any longer.
Stepping into the office, Dameon looked to see Jonas sitting behind the main lobby reception desk.
"You've ensured that Ness 'as 'is instructions?" Dameon asked, closing the door behind himself.
"Yes," Jonas smiled, nodding. "He's got the sword you picked out for him, and he's going to keep an eye on Reanna and Kira in case Jupiter tries to retaliate after this battle."
"Unfortunately," Dameon said with a grin, "that means they wouldn't 'ave us to 'elp them."
"I know." Jonas lowered his head, picking himself up from his chair and crossing around the desk. "We've kept this plan secret so far, but you let them know before you left the bar, right? They at least know what's going on before we're leaving?"
"I told them," Dameon replied. "It was as we figured. They all attempted to get themselves involved. Fortunately, since it was so close to zero hour, I was able to convince them that you and I 'ad it planned to work as just the two of us."
"So that's it then," Jonas said. "We'll go into the forest tomorrow. Spend tonight gathering anything we'll need. Tomorrow night, we'll get Jupiter's attention and get him into the woods. Far enough away from the city."
"Right," Dameon laughed. "Because if we do this in town, we'll bloody well level everything in the battle area."
"No doubt. Wouldn't make much sense to wipe out the people we're trying to protect in the process of trying to protect them." Jonas laughed a little, reaching over onto the desk and grabbing a large one-and-a-half-handed bastard sword, the blade being around five-and-a-half feet in length, and eight inches in width. The center of the steel hilt where blade met handle was encrusted on either side with a bright and sparkling ruby gem. The handle was wrapped in black leather, and the base of the hilt also bore a ruby gemstone. "I found it. It was right where you said it would be."
"Flametongue... I made sure to 'ide this when we got back into town," Dameon said, reaching out and grabbing the hilt of the sword that dwarfed his brother. "I remember when I first got this sword. Haven't used it in ages. No need to, really. My short weapons 'ave sufficed."
"But your short weapons," Jonas interjected, "aren't enchanted to channel your pyromancer energy. I was very relieved when you asked me to find this sword. But didn't the Clan freak out when you disarmed yourself?"
"Yes," Dameon smirked. "They were bloody floored. But Feilas knew. The minute I told 'im that my back 'ad been feeling too light recently, he knew. He remembered."
"So that's it then? Are we ready to do this?" Jonas took up his staff, holding it tightly.
"Yes. You gather all of the combustible potions you've got, and I will 'ave a cigarette."
And the brothers spent the night preparing physically and mentally, discussing their ensuing battel
The night had been long. After leaving the Red Dragon, and escorting Reanna home, Dameon made his way across the Firebird Compound, devoid of his weaponry having given his short sword and dagger to Sera and Reanna, respectively. He found himself at the Firebird Hunters' Office, where Jonas awaited him.
This night would be the final preparation. The next night was to be the last stand against Jupiter. After the mayhem Jupiter had caused in trying to get the demonic energy back from Jonas that he'd infused into him so many years ago, neither of the brothers could allow his threat against the Clan any longer.
Stepping into the office, Dameon looked to see Jonas sitting behind the main lobby reception desk.
"You've ensured that Ness 'as 'is instructions?" Dameon asked, closing the door behind himself.
"Yes," Jonas smiled, nodding. "He's got the sword you picked out for him, and he's going to keep an eye on Reanna and Kira in case Jupiter tries to retaliate after this battle."
"Unfortunately," Dameon said with a grin, "that means they wouldn't 'ave us to 'elp them."
"I know." Jonas lowered his head, picking himself up from his chair and crossing around the desk. "We've kept this plan secret so far, but you let them know before you left the bar, right? They at least know what's going on before we're leaving?"
"I told them," Dameon replied. "It was as we figured. They all attempted to get themselves involved. Fortunately, since it was so close to zero hour, I was able to convince them that you and I 'ad it planned to work as just the two of us."
"So that's it then," Jonas said. "We'll go into the forest tomorrow. Spend tonight gathering anything we'll need. Tomorrow night, we'll get Jupiter's attention and get him into the woods. Far enough away from the city."
"Right," Dameon laughed. "Because if we do this in town, we'll bloody well level everything in the battle area."
"No doubt. Wouldn't make much sense to wipe out the people we're trying to protect in the process of trying to protect them." Jonas laughed a little, reaching over onto the desk and grabbing a large one-and-a-half-handed bastard sword, the blade being around five-and-a-half feet in length, and eight inches in width. The center of the steel hilt where blade met handle was encrusted on either side with a bright and sparkling ruby gem. The handle was wrapped in black leather, and the base of the hilt also bore a ruby gemstone. "I found it. It was right where you said it would be."
"Flametongue... I made sure to 'ide this when we got back into town," Dameon said, reaching out and grabbing the hilt of the sword that dwarfed his brother. "I remember when I first got this sword. Haven't used it in ages. No need to, really. My short weapons 'ave sufficed."
"But your short weapons," Jonas interjected, "aren't enchanted to channel your pyromancer energy. I was very relieved when you asked me to find this sword. But didn't the Clan freak out when you disarmed yourself?"
"Yes," Dameon smirked. "They were bloody floored. But Feilas knew. The minute I told 'im that my back 'ad been feeling too light recently, he knew. He remembered."
"So that's it then? Are we ready to do this?" Jonas took up his staff, holding it tightly.
"Yes. You gather all of the combustible potions you've got, and I will 'ave a cigarette."
And the brothers spent the night preparing physically and mentally, discussing their ensuing battel