The loud sound of metal scratching together woke her from sleep. They had found a place between some rocks and just under an alcove so low they had to crawl out. She had been too tired from the giorno before and now something was happening. She mentally cursed herself before slipping out.
Terror was holding off some kind of psychic blow and the sword he had used lay broken in three pieces. Damn. I miss everything! She stretched before pulling out her own attack. Terror ducked down and rolled over to her before standing again.
“Two attackers. One has strong magic potential. The other has a bit of fear on her side.”
“Great. I'll take magic boy.”
“Duh.”
The two bumped fists before the successivo attack, not entirely sure why they did. Becca murmured a spell and her body shimmered. Her outfit changed to a navy blue chimono, kimono with white flowers. The sides were diviso, spalato from the hip, perfect for fighting. She looked at her opponent.
His hair was black, eyes purely gold. He had a black camicia that exposed his chest; it was tucked into black trousers and he wore black boots like her own. Her eyes narrowed.
“Knew te weren't dead.”
He gave a small smirk and lifted the cappuccio over his head.
“C'mon baby bird. Let's see those skills te claim to have.”
He skidded backwards under her attack, looking at the scratches forming on his arms. Don't let her get in another blow. o it'll be unleashed for sure. He looked up in time to dodge another attack. He stretched his arm out, enveloping her in his demonic grasp. He slammed her down and was thrown backwards da another blow. He got to his knees and watched her appear through the dust.
Her long silver hair was tied in a pony tail, her black uniform short and form-fitting. Her eyes were blue and held something like sorrowful resignation. The sword at her side had been put away and her skin was oddly white. He looked up at her then down at the ground. She now knelt in front of him.
“I'm sorry.”
“You've been here the whole time.”
She nodded gently and he didn't need to see it to know. His muscles tensed under her touch.
“It's not what te think, *An. “
“No. It's not.”
“I had no choice.”
“You died Lu.”
“Not exactly but...I can't tell te any more.”
“So you've been sent to terminate us.”
“No. Stall.”
He didn't reply, but she knew what was going through his head.
“You can't understand it. We have no choice. And...”
“Hush. I've missed te to.”
She fell into his arms and her tears fell once she felt his arms around her again. She pecked his lips like she'd always done. When they did pull away, he nodded firmly to her.
“Do what te came to do.”
Her eyes filled with regret once più before her fear-poisoned nails dug into his skin. When she saw the fuoco light in his eyes she pulled away as the real monster took form.
*An is pronounced like Ahn not as in an apple. :)
Terror was holding off some kind of psychic blow and the sword he had used lay broken in three pieces. Damn. I miss everything! She stretched before pulling out her own attack. Terror ducked down and rolled over to her before standing again.
“Two attackers. One has strong magic potential. The other has a bit of fear on her side.”
“Great. I'll take magic boy.”
“Duh.”
The two bumped fists before the successivo attack, not entirely sure why they did. Becca murmured a spell and her body shimmered. Her outfit changed to a navy blue chimono, kimono with white flowers. The sides were diviso, spalato from the hip, perfect for fighting. She looked at her opponent.
His hair was black, eyes purely gold. He had a black camicia that exposed his chest; it was tucked into black trousers and he wore black boots like her own. Her eyes narrowed.
“Knew te weren't dead.”
He gave a small smirk and lifted the cappuccio over his head.
“C'mon baby bird. Let's see those skills te claim to have.”
He skidded backwards under her attack, looking at the scratches forming on his arms. Don't let her get in another blow. o it'll be unleashed for sure. He looked up in time to dodge another attack. He stretched his arm out, enveloping her in his demonic grasp. He slammed her down and was thrown backwards da another blow. He got to his knees and watched her appear through the dust.
Her long silver hair was tied in a pony tail, her black uniform short and form-fitting. Her eyes were blue and held something like sorrowful resignation. The sword at her side had been put away and her skin was oddly white. He looked up at her then down at the ground. She now knelt in front of him.
“I'm sorry.”
“You've been here the whole time.”
She nodded gently and he didn't need to see it to know. His muscles tensed under her touch.
“It's not what te think, *An. “
“No. It's not.”
“I had no choice.”
“You died Lu.”
“Not exactly but...I can't tell te any more.”
“So you've been sent to terminate us.”
“No. Stall.”
He didn't reply, but she knew what was going through his head.
“You can't understand it. We have no choice. And...”
“Hush. I've missed te to.”
She fell into his arms and her tears fell once she felt his arms around her again. She pecked his lips like she'd always done. When they did pull away, he nodded firmly to her.
“Do what te came to do.”
Her eyes filled with regret once più before her fear-poisoned nails dug into his skin. When she saw the fuoco light in his eyes she pulled away as the real monster took form.
*An is pronounced like Ahn not as in an apple. :)
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate da touching you), retractable Angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered da KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused da her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate da touching you), retractable Angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered da KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused da her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in stella, star City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, o stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 secondo sneak anteprima Saturday after DC Nation. Two più 30-45 sec previews and 6 anteprima pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in stella, star City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, o stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 secondo sneak anteprima Saturday after DC Nation. Two più 30-45 sec previews and 6 anteprima pics this Thursday. Thank you!