Sisters

The wrathguard roared, it's neck craning back as it let out its fury, all four of its limbs raising jagged and vicious looking swords up. The sound echoed through the stone corridors of the detention block, the circular chamber near the center of the underground compound turning into an echoing crescendo of sound. It brought all four of its limbs down, a blade rapidly falling from four different directions at once, intent on slaughtering its prey.

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Each blade was expertly parried as Kyliska weaved between the attacks, her two handed sword flowing so quickly that it was almost an invisible blur. The demon backpedaled in shock, swinging two of the swords again. Kyliska deftly ducked beneath the attack, bringing her own weapon up in a double gripped uppercut swing that almost clove the demon in two. It's shattered corpse fell the floor and something slammed into Kyliska's back. She started to turn and relaxed as she heard Biara's shouting out spells.

The Magistrix was back to back with her sister, her hands extended in front of her and magic missiles repeatedly flying from her palm. Before her, a many-eyed monstrosity hovered in the air using some fel magic, it's eyestalks staring at the Sin'dorei and trying to bring a spell to bear on her. Instead, it was blinded as one by one its many eyes were blown to bits by Biara's blazing magic, with the final missile striking it dead center and hurling it to the floor in ruin. For a moment silence reigned within the small chamber as the two sisters leaned on one another. The two corridors leading from the chamber echoed with more roars as dozens of demons appeared from both directions, surrounding the sisters.

Kyliska grinned and spoke almost with passion in her voice, "Let's play!"

Biara rolled her eyes as she saw more than a dozen demons rushing from the corridor that she was facing. She quickly chanted a spell, empowering her frost magic; she was soon about to need it. Another shouted word created a ring of frost across the corridor's opening that would hopefully slow the creatures as they rushed in.

On the other side of the chamber, Kyliska watched with anticipation as another dozen demons charged from the confines of the corridor. Upon seeing the two elves, they howled in delight, knowing that their prey was hopelessly outnumbered. They brandished their cursed weapons and snarled, prepared to rip the two little Sin'dorei limb from limb and feast on their very souls.

The very last thing anyone in the battle expected was what happened next. With a blood curtling cry, Kyliska charged the demons, her battleshout in Thalassian echoing wildly from the walls, the delight in her voice unmistakable and so very clearly free of fear. The first three demons in the group paused, hesitating at the ferocity of Kyliska's charge and surprised by her sheer audicity.

The hesitation cost them their lives.

Blade whirling like a work of art, Kyliska cut the first demon in half, her Light blessed steel cleaving demon flesh as if it were a gust of air to be parted. The second demon had time only to shriek as it's limbs were torn off by the same flashing weapon, while the third had the honor of recieving a deathblow from the pommel of the sword as Kyliska brought it down and cracked the thing's skull open.

Behind her, the demons facing Biara charged into her ring of frost, as if to overpower the magic of the Magistrix and close with her. Unfortunately for them, Biara had long ago learned to master the art of frost magic, and half a dozen of them froze solid, falling to the side as their bretheren tried to force their way past. Those frozen were met with unbelievably powerful icy lances of frost magic, shattering them to pieces where they stood. The demons behind them, sprayed with shards of ice and bits of their companions, shied back from the carnage, attempting to seek cover in the otherwise open corridor.

There was no shelter from the storm Biara unleashed, and no mercy.

Demons howled as frostbolts pounded them, pummelling them to the ground. They tried to move towards the Magistrix and found their very footsteps mired in ice and snow that inexplicably had piled up around them. They tried to cast spells back at her, only to find their magic rent from them by a torrent of arcane force. She was like a living beacon of magical power, and the creatures stood no chance before her.

Kyliska ducked down to the floor, almost doing a split as two of the demons lunged at her from two different directions at once. Their blades passed over her head, not even ruffling a hair as she viciously cut the legs from one of the demons attacking her. It fell over with a shriek, slamming into a companion who also tripped. Kyliska rolled as another blade came down and clanged off the stones where she had been, using the movement to impale the demon that had been knocked off balance by its companion and whirling around onto the tips of her boots like a deadly ballerina.

Two more demons that had been approached were forced to hurl themselves backwards as Kyliska's deadly blade swirled around her, clearing a space. She grinned wickedly and pointed at one, speaking a word of Holy power. The demon exploded as it was exorcised, Kyliska's Light rending it to bits. Another shouted word brought the remaining few demons to their knees as Kyliska's Light flared around her, her Holy Wrath stunning them. With an almost surgical precision, she charged them and sliced each, spraying demonic gore across the chamber floors.

The final demon, seeing Biara finishing up it's companions across the chamber and watching as Kyliska bore down on it with a devilish grin on her face, turned to run for its life. It made it four feet before a glowing hammer of holy Light slammed into its back and bore it to the ground, it's body a ruin. Kyliska stood behind it, panting with delight. She turned towards her sister, who had just finished up her own foe and was letting her power fade.

The two Sin'dorei met each other's gaze, twin sides of the same coin. Kyliska's heart pounded in her chest, her delight from the fight almost an ecstacy. She could tell by the look in Biara's eyes that the massive amounts of raw magic power her sister had channeled had left her in a similar state, both of them wanting more, NEEDING more as they shook from the after effects.

Kyliska winked at Biara as her sister sighed, finally calming herself. Biara grinned and said, "I don't believe that this is what Andi had in mind when he asked you not to fight in the arena anymore Kyli."

Kyliska waved her hand dismissively and said, "He didn't specifically tell me NOT to slaughter dozens of demons. Besides, what do you think Lune would think to know you're covered in demon gore? I bet she wouldn't TOUCH you until you bathed for an hour or two!"

Biara blinked, not used to having others know about her love for the priestess, "Y-yes...I suppose you're right. I didn't think we'd be doing this though when you said 'Hey let's go see if Hellscream's Reach needs aid!' "

Kyliska laughed and nodded, "I know! You thought we were going to be carrying medical supplies or doing some scouting for them. You really are easy to fool sometimes Sis. A quick smile and pleading whine and you'll come running to help out!"

Biara sighed and rolled her eyes, looking down at her stained dress with a frown. "Be that as it may, I suggest we not...mention this to Andi OR Lune. And perhaps we should go get cleaned up now that we've slaughtered enough demons to empty the twisting nether for a few years. Lune was going to have tea with the Archmage, and I'd rather her not find me disgusting to look at when she returns hmmm?"

Kyliska laughed, sheathing her sword and taking her sister's hand. "Oh you worry too much Sis. After you told me about your relationship, I've been watching Lune more closely. The way she looks at you, she'd never think ill of you I suspect. But yes, after a fight like this I wouldn't mind a hot bath and perhaps a massage!"

Biara sighed again and then smiled. Kyliska's intuition was usually right, and her suggestion sounded good right about now. While she didn't approve of her pregnant sister fighting, she knew that to completely deny Kyliska the bloodlust she desired would be like taking magic away from the Magistrix; the elf would wither and die. Besides, she liked to see her sister happy, even if some demons had to die to do it.

Unable to deny her own enjoyment of the last few minutes, Biara wisely said nothing more, opening a portal back to Silvermoon and the hot baths that awaited them both. With luck, Lune would find her Magistrix looking elegant and beautiful when she returned, and NOT covered in demonic gore.