Closed Revenge

[Sira]

Timestamp: 1st of Summer, 513 AV
Evening
Continuation from Anger and Submission

Sira stood in her room, naked and motionless, staring at her own reflection in the over-sized mirror that Aidara insisted they needed. She traced a finger along a few of the various scars marking her body. Sira had been in many battles, both personal, and real. She had fought monsters and fires, people and her own personal problems. And she was ready to face another.

Slowly Sira began to dress, pulling on her bryda and vinati, clasping her belt at her waist, and strapping her sword into place. Sira was not like her bondmate. She did not dress up, or bother with makeup. Most of the time she did not even bothering doing much more to her hair than brushing out the knots. Sira did not even know the first thing about making herself look beautiful. She was wild, and that in itself was the key to her beauty. It was why men chased her, and it was why she wore the collar around her neck that she snapped into place as the final touch to her outfit.

Sira was not allowed to walk throughout the city without the collar. Technically, Aidara was supposed to be the one to put it on her, but since it could lock into place without the key, that wasn't really necessary. Addy was the only one who could take it off, however, save for the Valintar himself. But Sira didn't have to worry about that. She wanted the collar this day. She did not want to be tempted with the power of her wind eagle form.

This was the day she would have her revenge. This was the day she would kill Aaron.

[Sira]

He'd been there two nights ago, cuddling with Natalie on the couch, always shooting Sira knowing glances. Sira couldn't stand it, she had to leave. That angered Aaron and when he came to her the next night, Sira refused to bow to his whims. She challenged him to a duel, promised that she would wear the collar so that it would be a fair fight. In his arrogance Aaron accepted. He did not know Sira had been training. While he was busy having his way with Sira and dangling the threat of her daughter over her, Sira had been preparing in secret. She was ready.

Aaron was going to die.

The endal made her way down to the Fighting Pits where the young man would be waiting for her. She could already hear the din of the crowd cheering as two combatants sparred with one another in the ring. Sira's match was not going to be a simple spar. She had every right to kill him, whenever she wanted to. Sira was an endal, and she had that right. But she did not just want to kill him, she wanted to humiliate him, and make him pay for all that he had put her through. Natalie wouldn't understand, not at first, but Sira would explain it to her and then she would see too. Aaron had to die.

He was there, waiting for her, only half paying attention to the fight that was already going on. He smiled when Sira came into view, nodding her way and tapping the hilts of his talon swords with the palms of his hands. As always, Aaron was smug in his confidence that he could beat her. He was wrong, Sira was going to kill him or die trying. He was no master, just better than her the last time they fought. Sira was no master either, but her skills had improved considerably since their last encounter.

Aaron was going to die.

[Sira]

Their match couldn't start too soon, and before long Sira felt the comfortable weight of her blade in her hand. It was no ordinary talonsword. The pommel was the shape of a wolf, with two glittering emerald eyes, but it was not the pommel that made the sword special. It was the blade, finely crafted compared to a normal sword, and it never dulled, no matter how often or hard she used it. It wasn't technically sharper than a normal sword, but the fact that it could withstand punishment greater than a normal weapon made it superior. Sira had confidence in her weapon, and her skill, and knew she could beat her dual wielding opponent.

Aaron started off the fight, coming at Sira with a flurry of blows. He was fast, just as fast as he had been before, but Sira had improved since then. Blocking the blows was not what one would call easy, but she managed it without too much difficulty.

He came at her with an overhand strike with his right blade, which Sira turned and deflected away. She knew the other sword would swing in from the left, and was already dodging away from it when it swiped through the air where she had been moments before. Aaron was an old book, she'd read him before, and the long they fought the more she would recall of their former fight. His moves hadn't changed.

Aaron charged in again, but rather than back away defensively Sira responded with an attack of her own, ducking and rolling on the ground right into his legs, causing him to stumble over her. Sira was quick to get back on her feet, her skill as an acrobat lending to the move, and attacked Aaron from behind. He had not fallen entirely though and knew an attack was coming, so Aaron went with his forward momentum and kept moving away until he regained his footing and could turn and face Sira once more. The entire spectacle was rather amusing to watch and the audience laughed, everyone but Natalie who Sira had yet to actually see. Aaron's face was red with anger when he turned around.

[Sira]

Sira did not laugh with the audience, she knew the fight was far from over. At best she could hope that Aaron's anger would make him careless, but she knew things could just as easily turn for the worst. Sira was not afraid, however. She'd been in far worse situations. There was a calm about her, knowing that she was going to finally get her revenge, and even in the middle of a fight Sira was at peace.

Aaron let out a roar and charged again, his feet working like a dancers as he twirled at the last moment turning like a whirlwind and cutting at Sira. She dodged the attack easily enough, it wasn't well thought out, but Aaron came out of it like a pro and was on her again in an instant. First came his left, which Sira blocked, then came his right and Sira blocked it again.

Aaron's left arm tensed for the attack and Sira moved to block it, but it was a feint, and in came his right. Sira's eyes widened, and she scrambled to get out of the way but his blade caught her arm on the down slice, cutting through skin. Sira cried out in pain and attacked relentlessly, driving Aaron back a few steps, but he soon regained the upper hand and had her on the defensive once more.

In came his attacks, faster than Sira could block, and one final blow came down, their blades colliding. Sira struggled to hold on as he twisted his wrist, flipping his blade and sending Sira's spiraling out of her hands. The kelvics eyes widened and she tried to dive for her sword, but Aaron got in the way.

[Sira]

Petch, she thought to herself, unable to get to her weapon.

"I told you, Sira. You are nothing. You can't beat me, it's all over. Now go get yourself cleaned up, I don't want your blood staining my clothes when I come see you to night."

Sira growled and held her wounded arm, her eyes constantly darting from her sword on the ground and his pair in his hands. What was she going to do? If it weren't for her petching collar she could just shift and tear him apart.. but no, she had to make it a fair fight. Sira's eyes went to the blade again and she bit her lip, struggling with the decision. Finally, she let out a sigh.

"Fine... I'll get cleaned up.. AFTER I'M FINISHED WITH YOU!"

Sira dove at Aaron, tackling him at the waist. The fighter's hands flew up in the air, caught off guard by the unexpected tactic, and when his back hit the ground the wind was knocked out of him, causing him to lose his grip on one of his weapons. Sira did not wait for him to catch his breath, straddling the man and raising her fist, smashing it down into his face.

It hurt, and she did not doubt she broke a knuckle with the punch, but she kept punching, over and over. Aaron did not struggle long. Despite what stories one might hear in a bar, most people can't take a punch to the face very well. Sira's knuckles were covered in blood, both her own and Aaron's, but she just kept punching. The crowd had fallen silent. Everybody was stunned at the kelvic's reaction. Everybody except Natalie, who cried out in protest and ran into the ring.

[Sira]

"Mom, stop! Get off him, let him go! You won, leave him alone!"

Sira ignored her daughter. She ignored her and just kept hitting Aaron. She ignored her until Natalie pulled her off, screaming and crying, the younger kelvic pushed her mom away.

"What is wrong with you, mom!? Why do you hate him so much!?"

"Natalie.. I.."

"No! I don't want to hear it. No excuses! I'm getting a healer."

As Natalie ran off in search of a healer, and Sira turned to watch her go, a gasp went through the audience. Behind her Aaron was climbing to his feet. He could barely see, he could barely even thing, but somehow he managed to grab his sword and stumbled toward the kelvic. Sira heard him at the last second, ducking and spinning around just in time to avoid an attack that would have taken her head.

The kelvic dove for her own sword, rolling to her feet with weapon in hand. Before Aaron could react Sira swing her blade in a horizontal arc that slice his throat. Aaron's weapon fell to the ground a moment before he sunk to his knees. Natalie returned with the healer just in time to see him fall. Her eyes locked with Sira's and in them Sira saw something she'd never seen before in her daughter. Hate. Pure and utter hate.

Sira took an uneasy step back, nearly stumbling over Aaron's other fallen weapon. She had meant to kill Aaron, that was the plan all along. But what she hadn't been prepared for was that look in her daughter's eyes. It was too much to bear, so the endal turned and ran.

End

[Harrier]

Skills	Amount
Planning	2
Talon Sword	4
Unarmed Combat	2

Lore

Plotting to kill Aaron

Rallying for a fight

Sword Fighting: Tuck and Roll

Sword Fighting: Slicing open Aaron's throat

Unarmed Combat: Beating Aaron's face in

Natalie's hate

Bonus:

Additional Comments: Oh the angst! Great story :3 Definitely not the end though!

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