Icy dread washed over Sagan as the gravity of today’s significance weighed on her. This was it. The fight for Earth. Hell, the fight for Cinder. She dressed for the occasion in a purple high-neck, sleeveless top tied off to expose the black material wrapped around her stomach. A shredded skirt brushed the tops of her thigh-high, chunky boots. Tameka helped her prepare by painting a black band across her eyes and double braiding her blond hair. Sagan gripped the axe in her hand and mourned their circumstances.
The sight of her lover across the battle line gutted her. Ripped her heart right from her chest. Especially considering how amazing Korac looked.
Black leather kilt, well-worn. Soft black leather boots laced to his knees. Body paint covered the tops of his arms, all over his shoulders, down his chest and stomach, leaving a clean gap down the center. Hair pulled back from his face in multiple braids of varying thickness. Diamonds glittered throughout the pale plaits.
When her gaze returned to his face, Korac smirked at her. She recalled his favorite line, “I love the way you look at me.” He brandished his axe, and she blushed at the banner he tied to it. Her violet bra from many encounters ago.
Nox chuckled, and she peeled her eyes off her man to glare at the monster. He shook his head in response to the fury she gave him. Never un-handsome, but always striking, he marked every striation of visible muscle with black paint. Black leather pants as well-worn as Korac’s kilt met heavy boots with unusually thick tread. With his long black hair down, she resented how much he resembled their guardian, his brother.
Tameka made a sound, and Sagan gladly switched to her. Dressed in black workout leggings and a high collar cropped workout top, she lubricated the exposed skin of her midriff, arms, and face with Vaseline. Rocking the space buns in her curls again, she draped her chain dart with its gold barbs across both gloved hands. Deadly graceful and accurate with it, Sagan pitied any foe she came across.
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The woman’s green eyes stood in stark contrast against the black band painted across her eyes. Her gaze locked onto Korac. Her red-lipsticked mouth gaped a little. Peering over at Sagan, she said, “I think I owe you an apology. How do you function?!”
The blond shrugged and devoured Korac with her eyes, letting him see how much she appreciated every bit. “I don’t. This cool, calm, collected Lt. General shit? It’s all a front. I’m really—”
A commotion raged in the distance beyond their rivals. The girls stared off, and Sagan wondered if she imagined it. Tameka’s glance in her direction confirmed it was real.
Far off at the back of Nox’s troops, the legions shifted apart. Millions of troops poured onto one knee in a wave that flowed up to the front, drawing ever closer.
Kyle called on the all-channel frequency, “Are you guys seeing this shit?”
Caedes acknowledged, “Yea, we’re seeing it. Tameka is that you?”
She glanced at Sagan, shaking her head. “Nope.”
Kyle came next. “Andrew?”
“It’s not me.”
Sagan beamed. “It’s Rayne.”
Their General ran through the entire Icarean army, darting past soldiers who fell to their knees. The scent of the beach invaded the mountains. Salt water. White sand. Endless skies. Boardwalk rides and ice cream.
Sagan and Tameka shared a look. Pride. Love. Triumph.
Rayne broke through the line and unfurled her wings. With a spiral, she soared high between the two parties. A heavy gust followed in her wake. She turned slowly, cementing her entrance. Damn, she looked good.
The spiral drew attention to Elden’s Verse on her back. More Icarean soldiers knelt along the 360 degree line defending the Tantamount.
Sagan found it difficult to ignore Nox smoldering at Rayne with more emotions than enmity. Hell. No.
After one or two silent seconds passed, Korac gave his trademark smirk. “Nice entrance.”