Nearly a week had passed since Morrigan’s broadcast was released to the galaxy. The lack of answers caused ever growing anxiety amongst Helen and her team.
Mo’Emori tapped her fingers hard against her computer keys as she responded to another correspondence from the CoU, stating that there had been no update to the whereabouts of Morrigan’s location.
“Sweetie, it'll be okay…” Helen said trying to soothe the anxious Eskarii beside her.
Mo’Emori shook her head with drooping ears, “No Mem, we should have heard something by now!” she whined as she stifled a cry.
Torvil stepped up behind his sister and placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, “All is well, my dear chwaeda. I am certain one of ours got to the young Swyn’wyr.”
Mo’Emori crossed her arms and grabbed ahold of her brother’s hands. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself however, her anxiety only managed to wrap around her spine even tighter.
Yanking down on his arms, she dragged him closer, “Do not patronize me, my dear brawder! You forget this is your doing and I will not calm until I know she is safe!”
Helen’s eyes were wide with shock at the abrupt change in the young Eskarii’s demeanor. Even Jen bolted upright from the couch at the commentary snarl Mo’Emori spoke in.
“Girlie! Come on! That’s not fair… he’s only trying to help.” Jen exclaimed from across the room.
Mo’Emori gripped Torvil’s hands tighter as she struggled not to be angry, letting him go in order to cover her face in shame.
“I’m sorry! I just… I can’t handle this…” she breathed into her hands as she began to cry. Torvil shook out the pain in his hands and backed away from his sister, knowing better now than to try approaching his upset sister again.
Jen looked to Helen at a concerned loss. Everyone was run ragged as they did what they could to figure out where Morrigan had disappeared to after her broadcast.
The last known report was from an Eskarii Frigate that claimed the prison was mostly deserted, except for a handful of prisoners they had intended on bringing aboard their ship before the arrival of a Federation Cruiser.
Helen stood up and moved behind the crying Eskarii, wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.
“Its okay sweetie, we’re all stressed out from this but we’ll find out who has her.”
Mo’Emori leaned back into her adoptive mother and continued to cry. Even a mother’s touch didn’t soothe her fraying nerves. All Mo’Emori wanted was to know Morrigan was safe and healthy yet no one she called upon had any answers.
Helen inspected Mo’Emori's computer screen and saw the waiting connection at the bottom right of the screen. “What’s that, sweetie?” she asked as she pointed to the screen.
The Eskarii girl looked up and sniffled as she used her sleeve to wipe her eyes, “I’m waiting for a satellite… I umm… called someone. The um.. Inquisition.”
Torvil let out an irritated grunt before stalking around his sister and sat at his own computer with a scowl, muttering incoherently to himself.
Jen cocked her head in confusion, “Who the hell is that?”
Helen stood straighter and ran her fingers through Mo’Emori’s hair, “the Inquisition is an independent collaborative organization between the Eskarii and CoU. They more or less do the police work at their behest though they operate with total freedom.”
Jen furrowed her eyebrows as she looked between her group, “How come I've never heard of them?”
Helen sighed, “Because I've barely heard of them… and the only reason I've even heard about them is because I was an intelligence operator. They’re more or less a ghost story to the Federation. I’ve only seen one or two reports involving the Inquisition throughout my career… their existence is kept under lock and key from the general population and even most of the military as well.”
“A bunch of freelance Terrans thinking they know what is best for the Eskarii!” Torvil growled.
Jen scrutinized him, “Sounds like the Eskarii support them, so why hate on them so much?”
Torvil merely grunted and waved the conversation away.
“My brawder doesn’t like Terrans… especially organized Terrans…” Mo’Emori noted dejectedly, her ears giving that sad droop for all to see.
Jen didn't want the girl to be upset and knew exactly how to take advantage of the situation. She stood up and leaned over Torvil’s desk to look Mo’Emori in the eyes with her usual shit eating grin.
“Well, here's a little secret my little niece…” grinning even wider as Mo’Emori's face brightened.
“Your brother happens to like this Terran ass very much, so there's still hope!” she said with a wink.
Torvil sputtered in his seat as he looked up and raised his arms in exclamation, “H’yn am angrén!?”
Jen ignored him and shook her ass at him to drive her point home only for Torvil to grunt and smack her ass.
Jen yipped loudly as she jumped away laughing, “See! Can't keep his hands off me!” she laughed while giving Torvil a dirty smile.
The display had Mo’Emori giggling again, including Helen for that matter as she rested her cheek upon the girl's head.
“So, why must you wait anyways?” Torvil gruffed as he focused back into his work, ignoring his playful choice in partners.
Mo’Emori rubbed her hand on one of Helen’s soothingly, “The Void Star uses the same communications as starships. We have no way to directly communicate with it except by satellite since we do not have a particle accelerator to tear open tiny worm holes for our messages… I had the CoU contact them via the flagship over Earth but that was during more desperate times… I don't think they've forwarded my messages to the Inquisition, so I have to wait for a satellite to pass over head…” Mo’Emori explained sullenly, though there held a small amount of hope in her voice.
“Stupid technology…” Torvil muttered under his breath though everyone heard it. The comment made all three women chuckle lightly as the tension died in the room.
Helen and Mo’Emori’s attention was drawn to her computer as a chime rang out from it. The small screen in the bottom right came to life revealing an older man with a thin gray beard. The man smiled as the smaller picture of both women came into view.
“Ah, you must be Mrs. Clarke!” The man stated joyously.
Helen bent down and looked at Mo’Emori as the Eskarii girl looked as if she could barely contain herself, her bright yellow eyes wide as saucers as her brain caught up with the fact that her plan finally paid off.
“Yes, that is me. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” Helen asked, putting on her professional demeanor.
The man on the screen smiled, “I am Gregor Solomon, Lord Inquisitor of the Inquisition…”
“Do you have Mori!?” Mo’Emori all but yelled as her capacity to contain herself busted at the seams.
The man laughed heartily at her outburst and nodded, “Yes, my dear girl, we have secured Morrigan Clarke. She is safe and healthy. I must say Mrs. Clarke, you have raised one resilient young woman,” the way he said it made Helen’s eyebrows furrow. All the while Mo’Emori squirmed joy in Helen’s arms.
“In what sense?” she sniped defensively.
“Well as it stands, after everything she has endured in that wretched prison, she has decided to join the Inquisition and is currently undergoing a training evaluation to become an Inquisitor. She is strong willed and highly intelligent as well as moves as if she had never been in the prison in the first place. She even has become the first Terran ever to befriend a Saurian, or Marmuro’k, as your daughter explicitly stated is their true name. To say the least, Morrigan is a very special woman.”
“Damn, that’s my girl! Little Clarke has been busy!” Jen exclaimed while both Mo’Emori and Helen looked surprised.
Mo’Emori giggled and nodded vigorously while Helen stared blankly at the screen, trying to process everything that had been just thrown at her.
She knew little about the Inquisition but it was beyond surprising to hear that her darling daughter not only suffered in prison for two whole years and then jumps into a life of potential danger with the same people who were the monster in the Federation’s closet. “And to top it off, she’s friends with the most unfriendly species in the galaxy?” she confided to herself.
“Can we talk to her!?” Mo’Emori chirped excitedly.
That made the man laugh even more, “Sadly, she is in the middle of an evaluation at the moment however, we can certainly coordinate a time for you to call her though she has also made the request that the Inquisition extract your group from Earth, which is a promise I intend to work out with the CoU. I have heard tales that the conflict around Earth has taken a bad turn for the CoU and she worries for your safety.”
Both women nodded though Helen was the one that spoke, “Yes. We are still within Federation territory and returning to the CoU has become difficult… there have also been reports of an increased number of starships within our solar system though the ground forces have retreated and fortified their borders…”
The Lord Inquisitor hummed thoughtfully at this information before operating something off screen. Both women watch intently as the man did what ever it was he had been doing.
After a few minutes, he made a sound inciting that he had found what he had been looking for before turning his attention back to them.
“If you're able to get out of Earth’s atmosphere, we have a ship equipped with some experimental technology, one being a warp drive capable of short distance jumps through space. If you can send a signal from what ever you manage to use, I can position our ship in the shadow of the moon and it will warp to your location for pick up and escape quickly before transitioning into FTL travel,” he stated confidently.
Everyone in the room looked at each other conspiringly. “Do you think you two can get us a ship?” Helen asked Torvil and Jen
Jen shrieked nonchalantly in excitement with a smile while Torvil sighed, “It will take time to find one but it can be done.”
Helen nodded, “We can do that,” she told the man.
He smiled, “Good…I…send…relay…” came through as the connection broke apart, shutting down the call and revealing a blank screen.
Mo’Emori panicked as she tried to reestablish the connection, “No, no, come on!” tapping the return key hard before tossing her computer from her desk onto the floor.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay sweetie, we at least know what to do,” Helen cooed while rubbing her back. Behind them the door flew open as Dr. Yuma stepped inside.
“Have you seen this?” he asked, indicating the laptop he carried before surveying the room. He looked to Mo’Emori's laptop on the ground and quickly set his on top of her desk. “Maybe you have but just in case…”
Torvil and Jen moved around to look at the screen which showed a frozen Federation bulletin. Once he pressed play, the video showed several CoU satellites as well as a CoU Destroyer being blown apart in space just outside of Earth’s atmosphere.
The video switched over to a once live feed to a man dressed in a pristine, high ranking military uniform, a man Helen recognized immediately.
With a wide, nearly lifeless grin, the man started speaking.
“My fellow citizens, I am Lord Commander Amaranthe,”
“What!?” Helen growled angrily.
“Today marks a special occasion for the Federation. Recently, we had a bit of a… problem per say, with the leadership that guided our glorious government. Not only did they let an extremely dangerous criminal live, but they let this criminal broadcast a very slanderous message across the entire galaxy, and then, let her slip away into the void of space.”
Amaranth flourished his arms in exaggeration as if it had been the leaders of the Federation’s fault before continuing.
“Therefore, I have ridden away our problem of poor leadership and seized control. Under my command, the Federation will bring about a whole new era of glory and prosperity while we bring our enemies to their knees. I have recalled a portion of our fleet and severed the CoU’s ties to our territory and after weeding out the filth from our beautiful garden, I shall crush the CoU under our heel before taking to the stars to take our rightful place as the dominant species in our galaxy!”
The clip cut off right there. The seething rage coming from everyone in the room was palpable as Helen rubbed her face vigorously.
“How could they give total control over to that fucking lunatic!” she asked no one in particular.
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Dr. Yuma cleared his throat cautiously, “About that… the last of the reports to come in were confirmations that most, if not all, of the top political and military players within the Federal regime have been assassinated.”
“What?” Helen snapped at him.
Dr. Yuma nodded stoically, being the only one in the room to have a complete semblance of calm, “Yes, though he does display delusions of grandeur of the highest potency… it seems that he is far more than a mad man as you say. The level of…”
“Yeah, yeah, the level of planning it would take to organize a mass assassination indicates a dangerous level of intelligence…” Helen cut him off with an exhausted breath.
“What do we do?” Mo’Emori asked meekly as she looked to everyone.
Torvil growled incredulously, “Have you forgotten your training?”
Mo’Emori shrank under her brother's voice and shook her head.
“Hey! Don't be an asshole to your sister! She's scared!” Jen barked back.
“She is Sybrydian! She is trained!” Torvil countered angrily.
Jen put her hands on her hips defiantly, “Yeah? So am I yet I’m scared shitless now that shit just hit the fan, you going to be an asshole to me too?” she dared him.
“Okay enough!” Helen shouted in a mother's commanding voice. It was compelling enough to make even Torvil flinch.
“We’re in for a world of bullshit and the last thing we need is to be at each other’s throats because we're worried,” she stated as she rubbed her temples as a headache began to set it before turning to Dr. Yuma.
“Doctor, we're leaving and we need a starship. If you want, you can come with us but we’re going to rendezvous with the Inquisition in low orbit. If you know anything useful, now would be the time to say so,” she said in demand before turning to her team.
“Torvil, find us a damned ship. Jen, find us weapons…” her eyes settled on the shaken Eskarii curled in her chair. Helen even saw the therapist eyeing the girl with concern.
Helen waved her team away to do as they were told, Jen walking out the door and Torvil taking his seat and typing into his computer.
She knelt next her pseudo-daughter and gently rubbed her hand on her back, “It’s okay sweetheart, you should go take a nap,” she said softly.
Mo’Emori shook her head and stuttered through frayed nerves, “N-no, I-I need t-t-to help-p.”
Helen shook her head firmly, “No sweetie, you need sleep. Don’t think I haven't noticed that you haven't been sleeping again. Your body and mind are exhausted, you got us what we needed so you've done your part, so go get some sleep, love.”
Mo’Emori’s tear laced yellow eyes looked into her as her lip quivered, “b-but Mem...Mori…”
Helen gently touched the young girl’s cheek as the tears threatened to spill, “We will see her again sweetie. You heard Solomon, she’s doing okay, in fact, it sounds like she's doing great. We will make a plan while you sleep and we will see Mori again real soon, “ she said with a motherly smile.
Torvil let out an audible huff that was about to earn Helen’s ire however, he stood up and moved around to kneel next to her his sister.
“Helen is right, an’lyf chwaeda. You need rest. I’m… sorry for yelling,” he said stiffly though Helen could see he had been sincere.
Mo’Emori’s eyes shifted to stare into Tovil’s violet eyes before nodding sullenly, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He shuffled and sputtered as he caught her when she used him to pull herself off the chair and fell into his arms.
Helen chuckled loudly as she watched, “I'm pretty sure she wants you to tuck her in.”
Torvil rolled his eyes and groaned as he stood up all the while she let out a small giggle that bled into a content, childish hum.
“You are ridiculous,” he stated softly as Mo’Emori let out a squeak of a yawn before nodding.
Helen could not help but smile and appreciate the weird dynamic she was wrapped up in. “In comparison to what my life would've been without the three of them… I wouldn't trade them for the world…” she mused to herself as she took a seat to watch Torvil lay his sister in the couch and cover her with a blanket, Mo’Emori nestling the covers underneath her chin and peeping one bright yellow eye open, giving Helen a sweet, sly smile before settling down to sleep.
ΩΩΩ
“My name is Vanessa Dezinaria, and I will be your practical magic instructor,” a crotchety older woman in her upper 60s or lower 70s stated firmly. Morrigan could not tell which end of the age spectrum she fell into.
Not that it matters, this old bat isn’t going to be able to teach you anything! Apollyon growled in irritation.
“Maybe, but I still have to undergo this training unless told otherwise,” Morrigan thought back reluctantly.
She had passed every physical evaluation the Inquisition had thrown at her with flying colors. Perhaps it could be considered cheating with the nature and functionality of her power, but what the Inquisition did not know could not hurt them.
It was amusing to Morrigan when she had to do the stress test and run around a track until she could not stand anymore. The joke being her constant flux of energy fueled her body endlessly when required, allowing her to steadily keep pace significantly longer than any human or Eskarii that took the test with her.
Even the weight lifting aspect of her evaluation was a joke. She ended up pulling back on her powers when she bench pressed 300lbs with her power infused strength, baffling the administrators that documented the test. Truth of the matter was, after lifting the locked blast door on Castile V, she felt that she would rarely come across something that her strength could not handle.
She even recalled punching through a foot and a half of solid stone to escape the maddening caverns within the depths of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.
Yeah, as the youngin’s say, you are the definition of “swol” hehehe
Morrigan snorted and immediately tried to straighten her face as the instructor’s hawk eyes zeroed in on her.
“Is something I said amusing, Miss Clarke?” the old woman demanded.
Morrigan bit her lip and shook her head, “no, ma’am. My apologies.”
Dezinaria’s eyes narrowed on her, “Well, seeing as you wish to interrupt my class, you will go first,” she said gesturing to a stationary tank that sat in the middle of a wide-open platform.
“Today we will gauge your offensive capabilities before moving onto defense, which I know most of you will have no training in… your objective is to disable this Federation main battle tank’s movement and offensive capabilities with your magic; on your go, Miss Clarke,” the woman snubbed.
Destroy a tank? Is that all? How quaint, Apollyon mused, it’s words dripping with sarcasm.
Morrigan stifled her laughter as she eyed the other recruits. All of them were training to be Inquisitorial soldiers and all of them were mages, which normally would have put her on edge except she knew for certain that none of them were a threat to her.
Alright little goddess, show this old hag she’s far out of your league! Apollyon cheered sadistically.
Morrigan grinned as she took a step forward up to the edge of the platform, stepping up to confront the tank.
The tank’s engine roared alive and its tracks began to move, causing a moment of shock in Morrigan. “No way they would put a living person in that thing if we’re throwing energy about…” she theorized to herself.
Hey. If they’re dumb enough to use live targets, I say go for it hahahaha
Morrigan smirked as she focused on her flow of her energy, inciting her own anger as she recalled memories of Castile V. The deaths of her three friends, the worm that murdered them both.
Anger and fury coursed through her emotions as the memories flashed through her mind, a crimson clawed hand enveloping her right hand as she watched the tank’s turret spin to aim at her. She no longer cared if someone had been in the machine, it would meet her wrath regardless.
She forced her hand forward and a massive crimson claw appeared and soared towards the tank, slamming into the turret.
The barrel bent and split as the spectral claw collided and the long spectral talons tore through the metal of the turret.
Morrigan grinned savagely as she gripped the tank and swung her hand away, watching the claw tear through the dense metal with an ear-piercing shriek as the talons tore downwards and shredded the steel track, even taking out two of the wheels as it pulled away and carved into the platform.
Her blood sang with the destruction of the tank as she let her energy dissipate. As much as she wanted to tear into more, she knew she had met the requirements of the test and turned with a sinister grin to the instructor.
Dezinaria had an eyebrow raised as she scrutinized the efficiency of her work, her wrinkled face twisting in a mix of annoyance and being impressed.
“Well done Miss Clarke… the power you wield is rather unique…”
Morrigan’s grin falter at the mention of the power she wielded. The look of the other trainees did not help her as they stared at her with shocked expressions.
Dezinaria looked between her and the tank before giving her a tight-lipped smile, “I was told you were unique but I could not have guessed the extent of the claim. I think it’s fair to say your control over your power in an offensive manner is quite skillful though I do look forward to see how you handle a more defensive situation… you may fall back in line.”
Morrigan did not comment as she stepped back down and took her place in the row of trainees. Part of her felt worried and the other part of her felt dejected by the response the instructor gave her.
Don’t worry about it. You’re so far above her pay grade she has no idea what to make of you, Apollyon said soothingly.
“Thanks… I just hope it doesn’t bite me in the ass later…” she responded as a large industrial loader moved the tank off the platform and another rolled up to a stop.
Nah, the old man is already aware of what you were capable of, if it were an issue, I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t let you walk around freely… or he’s an idiot, I mean both are plausible,
Morrigan smirked and let out a deep breath. Apollyon’s criticism helped make her feel better, especially given the fact that she was fairly certain the Lord Inquisitor was not an idiot.
Next up was a typical pyro mage that had been the generic combat type of the Federation military. Without hesitation, the mage thrust forward and let out a constant torrent of flames that engulfed the tank. The jettisoned fire pressed harder and harder against the tank until the mage deemed it time to release his power.
The mage staggered as he fought to regain his balance. It appeared to Morrigan that such a steady output of power was extremely tiring, which seemed almost alien to her. Her body’s absorbance of the ambient primal energy that existed throughout existence itself left her wondering how anyone lived with such limitations.
As the flames burned out, the tank was left standing though the outer shell was glowing a dull orange before it tried to roll forward. Both tracks shattered as well as a mechanism within the turret snapped, leaving the war machine completely immobile.
Morrigan was certain that if anyone or any ammunition had been inside the machine, everything would have cooked to death or exploded.
Dezinaria scrutinized the man, “How long have been practicing young man?”
The man panted heavily before mustering enough oxygen to respond, “Six years, ma’am.”
The old lady’s face twisted in disgusted disappointment before snubbing the man, “Six years… and all you can manage is an inferno that cannot even melt the armor of a tank? That is disappointing. It seems I have my work cut out with you…” she paused for a moment to think.
“How else could you have handled the tank?” she asked as she took a step up to the platform and stood next to the man.
It was amusing to watch a little old lady two heads shorter than her student patronize him with fierce intimidation.
When the man shrugged Dezinaria sighed before flicking her arm out launching a small little fireball down the barrel of the tank.
A moment later the tank exploded in a brilliant display as it sat there burning from the inside out.
“You see, if that tank had been armed it would not exist in this plane of existence anymore. However, since it is a still a functional tank, I focused my energy down the barrel until I could target the fuel lines of the engine and ignite the fuel tank within… get back in line,” she said pointedly as she narrowed her eyes at the man.
“Ouch, she’s hard as fuck,” Morrigan thought to herself as she watched the man slump his way back into line.
Well, you have to give her this much. Old lady gots the moves hehehehe
Morrigan subtly shook her head as she watched the rest of the class repeat the same test until her class was finished.
It was an interesting experience to see how the various mage abilities had been taught to each trainee. Some were telekinetic, most were elemental and all were met with the harsh scrutiny of Instructor Dezinaria.
As the class let out, Dezinaria called out, “Ah, Morrigan! A word if you would.”
Morrigan deflated, dreading the conversation she was about to have as she watched the rest of the trainees leave the area.
Putting on her best resolve, she strode over to Dezinaria.
“Your power, I must say is quite impressive. Do you have any idea where it comes from or how it is formed?” she asked curiously.
Morrigan bit her tongue for a moment, “I can’t just say ‘oh it’s from one of four cosmic gods, one of which lives inside my head and makes me a far better mage than most people’.”
Apollyon snickered; I mean… you could. Not that I think the ol’ crone would believe you. I bet she’d believe she were a leprechaun sooner than believing that.
Morrigan cracked the smallest of smiles trying not to seem disrespectful and shook her head.
“Well, as far as we’ve determined, magic is an ability given to those with specific genetic mutations within their DNA, allowing them to bend reality to their whim whether it be through the elements, or increased cognitive abilities such as telekinesis, although that seems to be more of an Eskarii classification. There is even those who can manipulate the metabolic rate of a living being which thankfully the Federation has yet to discover how to weaponize such an ability… it is quite devastating,” Dezinaria rambled before catching herself, clearing her throat.
“I digress, anyways, my point is your abilities seem to be very unique in nature- tell me, are either of your parents of Eskarii blood?”
Morrigan’s mouth dropped open at the implication her instructor had insinuated, “I didn’t even know humans and Eskarii could have children together… no, both of my parents are humans…”
Morrigan decided it was best to omit the fact that no one in her family were part of a mage bloodline.
Dezinaria hummed thoughtfully as she started to step around Morrigan in a full circle, inspecting every inch of her which made her feel uncomfortable.
“And how does your power feel? In a natural sense.” She inquired.
Morrigan held up a hand and let the energy coalesce into its iconic claw shape around her hand, “Destructive… angry… as if insatiably hungry,” Morrigan responded truthfully knowing full well it was the nature of her power.
Dezinaria let out another thoughtful hum, “What about defenses? You seem to be a girl who has seen combat, how do you defend against attacks?”
Morrigan released the energy with a snort, “By killing them before they can attack,” she quipped.
Ha! That’s my girl!
Dezinaria turned to Morrigan with a wide smile across her wrinkling face, “Tell me, have you ever encountered an energy mage?”
Morrigan cocked her head, “Energy mage?”
Dezinaria nodded and turned her back as she slowly walked away from her, “An energy mage is an elemental mage who harness the energy of electricity. Pulling the energy out of protons in the air to generate powerful strikes of electricity.”
Morrigan instantly flashed back to Amaranthe, everything he did to her aboard his dropship. All the torture and blood shed.
She grimaced as her anger spiked sharply, “Yeah… I have,” she let out in a muffled growl.
“Good, then you should be prepared,” Dezinaria stated before turning swiftly and sending a bolt of electricity straight towards Morrigan.
With wide eyes Morrigan reflexively pulled her energy to the fore and palmed the arc of electricity with a clawed hand.
“How the? What the fuck? I thought you were a Pyromancer? Was that really necessary?!” Morrigan exclaimed in blatant surprise.
Dezinaria gave her a toothy grin, “All elemental mages can harness from each element girl, with enough training of course. Seeing as you seem to have a mastery in offense, I see no reason to get your defensive evaluation out of the way. No sense wasting either of our times if we don’t need to.”
Morrigan felt her resolve harden as she understood the old lady’s point. If she wanted to challenge her, then Morrigan would step up and face her.
Dezinaria gave no notion to attacking before she let loose blast after blast of electricity.
In more surprised reactions, Morrigan countered each electricity blast with a crimson claw until a massive ring of electricity formed above her, a smirk on appearing across Dezinaria’s face.
The amount of anger Morrigan felt about the persistent attacks only pushed her farther into her rage as she crouched, her crimson wings bursting forth from her back and enveloping her body in a shroud of glowing red.
Several lighting strikes cascaded down upon her form, pelting painfully into wings as the destructive energy devoured the electrical energy.
“Hmmm, that’s a neat trick, it’s also interesting to see how your power seems to negate my own effortlessly, as if a polarity effect though if that were the real case, your own energy would at least respond to mine… you are quite interesting Miss Clarke.”
Morrigan stood as her wings flared in a brilliant display before fading from existence, though her peaked anger sent a wave of crimson electricity down her body. She was not enjoying being observed like some lab rat.
“Can you form a shield with your power girl?” Dezinaria inquired.
Morrigan’s eyes narrowed as she considered the question.
“You mean like the Lord Inquisitor?” she asked.
Dezinaria nodded, “Precisely. I am the one who trained him how to turn his energy into a shield that can encompass him, or others if need be.”
Morrigan shook her head angrily, her anger refusing to give as the woman prodded her.
“Good,” the old woman smiled before a dozen glowing blue orbs appeared surrounding Morrigan.
Morrigan looked around in panic as the orbs grew brighter, causing her eyes to go wide as her crimson wings sprouted from her back.
As the orbs discharged electricity, Morrigan tried to block the attacks with two large crimson claws floating around her as well as her wings curling around her. Many of the attacks she managed to block however, one slipped through under her wing and smash against her kidney in blinding pain, sending her flying ten feet towards Dezinaria.
Morrigan coughed and winced as Apollyon worked on repairing the singed nerves and skin on her back while Dezinaria stepped over her with a triumphant smile as she started walking across the training area.
“See you tomorrow, Miss Clarke.”
Morrigan growled as she leaned up on her hand and elbow scowling at the older woman left her on the ground, “What a bitch…”
Heh yeah, who would’ve thought the bag of bones could pack such a punch, Apollyon mused.