One after the other, pushing through faster and faster with each step, two of the three hunters made their way further and further into the wolf’s den. The light behind them gave a decent view of the cave ahead. The gigantic stalactites which hung from the ceiling dribbled a slow, yet steady stream of water onto the floor below. Wings enclosed from the low visibility, and the terrain they braved, each step taken shot a metallic echo throughout the cave.
Eventually? They came to an abrupt halt, as behind them, the entrance they had come through - collapsed with a violent whistle and crunch! Separating them from the third Thasclean outside, who was now left alone in the nightscape of Noor. Despite the circumstances, they didn’t react much, hurdles were a given, with no more than a sigh coming from the taller of the two.
“Hwim oo oun so hwolceat, co cel pounnem.” He casted down toward the shorter Nephilim, as his right hand lifted to the back of his neck.
“Pol iack flop si sea ut so floom! so's sa ethscea hweack.” A feminine voice protested from behind their helm.
“Fine, but let me take the lead.” With that brief conversation over, one faltered back, letting the other take the lead.
The taller Nephilim let out a sigh of relief, as they took their helmet off, revealing the face of a true-blooded Thasclean, one with gleaming blue orbs, and a nice little shiner placed over the leftmost eye. Taking a long breath in, and out, the man grinned, their chance to slay the stain on their family drew ever closer. Their hand peeled back from its position, taking hold of the longsword in anticipation!
Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than her head for himself, and the notoriety that came with it; Slaying the monster of the Thasclea and all~ Thus, he searched with a readied hand. His elven ears twitched every so often, as he kept keen to the sounds of the cave. Studying the path of the echos was key in finding this blemish on the Thasclean name, whom he was sent to cleanse. Fortunately for him, he was on track to finding her, and that damned Magkin. The latter of which - he swore he recognized, yet with all that went on? Trying to familiarize himself with someone he sought to cut down… was not an option.
If he planned on being effective at the task at hand, he’d have to turn those before him into faceless monsters. Desensitization came easy for the Thasclean. They strolled from the dry entrance, to the damp interior, all the way here, where the puddles got weirdly goopy. At further inspection, what he walked upon…? Was a pool of ichorous matter! Shimmering gold flecks scattered within the glorious red… Angel’s blood.
The sight brought a wicked smile upon the hunter's visage, who picked up the pace as they followed the trail, leading deeper and deeper into the cave. Their time to shine drew ever near, with nerves nowhere in sight, instead - he wore a badge of self-appointed bravery! This mission, no, his mission was much like that of an ‘Arthurian Tale~’ the ones which spelt the end to dragons by the blade of a prince.
At least that’s what he thought.
The corridors of the cave split off more and more, and eventually they were forced to move in single file, rather than side by side. That is… until they came into a small, arrow-like opening. One Magkin stood at the far point of the room, his back turned to the two, with his gaze plastered downward… Falx in hand. Even within the darkness, his body seemed to glisten, and gleam. The entirety of Hexlith, from head to toe was doused in a shimmering ichor, with red-tipped wings splayed beneath his very feet, feathers scattered haphazardly throughout the room. This brought the Nephilim to a dead stop, as he witnessed a sight he hadn’t even imagined possible. There was a clear struggle here, and the Magkins heavy breathing showed it.
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“You…”
“... You killed her?! You slaughtered my… MY SISTER!” The man bellowed! not for the fake reason he mused, with his false sense of vengeance and faux-heroism, but instead… the fact that this Magkin had killed his prey. His prey. Prey that had avoided getting caught by the Thasclea family for all these years, found dead at the feet of a fucking bird.
“Find a way out- now!” He commanded. “-And alert the other’s!”
In a blind rage, the Nephilim zipped forth, his feathers shedding, and ripping as they scraped the narrowing cave! The longsword in hand was ready to thrust forth at a moment's notice, as he closed the distance in what looked like an instant. Leaving the female Nephilim behind him to step back, not in fear, but complete dismay over the situation at hand. This was where the weakness of their family came to bite them in the ass! Confidence, as there was no way a Magkin could kill a Nephilim, let alone a Thasclean head on. Even for the dirty-blooded; He must have killed her while her back was turned, so her brother should be more than capable of handling himself.
Right?
The woman turned tail out of the cave! They needed to inform the other search parties that their target was slain! The Red Nephilim was seen bled of life, and ultimately dead at the hand of a Magkin of all things. Which brought us back to the male Thasclean, who was currently rushing Hexlith
The Magkin remained eerily still as the Nephilim closed the distance, and stabbed forth with precision! The tip of the blade was centimeters away, before the Magkin made his move. He spun in a blur, his left wing curling around the front of his body as the sword flew past! Which left his right wing to arc around with that momentum, brushing past the face of the incoming Nephilim as he repositioned. Something the man gave no mind to, as Magkin wings weren’t all that strong, and weren't capable of much. This however, was where the Thascleaspawns bit down- hook and sinker, as Hexlith skimmed his falx through the air, and his own feathers in order to carve into the exposed nape of the Nephilim.
The cold steel of the blade caused the glowing blue eyes of the Thasclean to widen, and search for what exactly was happening, until they could do no more than roll backwards… as their head fell to the ground with a grotesque splat. The body followed shortly after, further drenching Hexlith in blood as it landed in the pool of ichor. Leaving the Magkin stood there… his deep blue eyes beaming down upon the fading ones at his feet.
“You’re free now…”