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“Kincaid!” Kso’ppghiel stops for only a moment and grins wickedly as he turns around with his claws still sunken deep into the guard’s neck. The moment white eyes meet rust; he grabs the guard’s pole arm and spears him through, his gaze never leaving hers. Two more come after him and the Harbinger quickly drops the lifeless body along with his pathetic excuse for a weapon before grabbing onto the sharp blades of the swords bearing down on him. He never flinches as they bite deep into his flesh, his fanged smile only growing as she continues to watch him. All of them, he will kill every single one. She will have nothing left but a hollow castle and a river of blood by the time he’s through. A short set of words leaves his lips and the weapons begin to heat up in the guard’s hands, eventually causing them to cry out as they try to remove their melted flesh from the white hot grips. Kso’ppghiel tosses the swords up by the blade and catches them by the hilts, never once turning away as he cleaves through the guard nearest him to remove his head with a single, criss-crossing swipe. He will take his weapons from her chambers and then he will remove himself from her presence for good. It had taken him hours to destroy the mask’s hold, but every second spent on the task had only driven him further. With each new hit of the enchanted metal against the marble wall he’d bashed himself in to, his rage and determination only grew. The other guard tries to run away, only making it fifteen feet or so before the Harbinger throws the sword he’d taken at his fleeing body and the metal spears him through at the base of his spine, sending him crashing immediately to the floor while his cries of agony spill into the air. Kso’ppghiel’s gaze remains locked with Io’fayl’s as he licks the blood from his free hand before speaking into the wound, his enchantment causing it to knit together and heal near instantly. He drops the other weapon and storms past her as she simply continues to watch him with little emotion painted on her face and while he’s certain she won’t let him go easy, he’ll be damned if he won’t try. He’d rather be dead than remain under her command as is. Clawed fingers reach into his belt, pulling out a piece of his broken mask free as he enters her chambers completely. She had taken his swords, mounted them over her bed and sealed them from him. She has taunted him with this daily since he’d come, using magic beyond his ability to on the enchantments that held them in place. But he will prevail in the end, he will not allow her, her Captain or any of these filthy men to contain him. He simply needed time and the right leverage to break the spell. At the foot of her bed he stops, holding the broken piece of metal up before infusing magic into it that causes it to glow a bright shade of green. Taking a step back and throwing it straight at his swords, he directs another spell towards it while it’s still in the air and seconds later it hits its mark, the fractured mask shattering the enchantment like a thousand shards of glass. No one takes his weapons from him. No one takes his life. Kso’ppghiel wastes little time climbing up onto the be in order to grab the hilts of his long swords, the familiar worn leather almost comforting as he rips them free of the wall before allowing himself to fall back, hitting the mattress below immediately after. The tall Captain had heard the commotion from the levels below and it had taken little time for him to sprint up along the winding stairwell towards the topmost level in order to aide his Queen. As Bal’thial races towards the opened chamber door, the white haired man instantly readies himself to take Kso’ppghiel down until Io’fayl holds a hand up to stop him where he is. The silver haired figure stands in the doorway as he steps up behind her, simply watching her Harbinger’s actions with her arms crossed beneath her chest and a look of amusement painted in her eyes, seemingly oblivious to the loud commotion of her Captain’s subordinates directly behind her. “And what do you plan to do with those?” The blonde’s head whips up at her words and he growls in anger at the figures standing before him. “Leave. That is what I plan to do.” Quickly strapping the swords to his back, Kso’ppghiel heads towards the terrace and the freedom of the sky that lies beyond only to be stopped by a light grip at his shoulder. The Harbinger practically roars before spinning around and backhanding her hard the instant she touches him. Gathering herself quickly, fury shows in rusted eyes from the hit. “No.” she says simply as she reaches out to grasp onto one curling spiral of a horn before she yanks Kso’ppghiel suddenly forward to shove him back into the room. When he refuses to comply, Io’fayl screams out a spell and the energy winds up around her quickly before exploding out into the one in front to send him flying into a marble column at the far end of her chamber. The stone cracks and splinters from the impact behind him and he falls forward to land face first onto the newly coated, rubble strewn floor, coughing as his attempts to rise only to have his chest pushed back down by a knee planted hard against his back. “That… was a poor decision on your part, Kincaid.” She reaches down, grabbing him by his horns to wrench his head back and force his unfocused gaze up to meet hers. There was something beyond feral in her eyes and while he knows he should probably be afraid, he hasn’t felt the emotion in so long that even now he isn’t even sure what it would be like. Freedom or death, there is no in between. He only wants an end, either way and if this is how he achieves that, then so be it. His lack of resistance only begins to anger the Queen further though, she’s fully aware of what he wants but she refuses to give him the end he seeks. Io’fayl screams out in frustration before slamming his head down, the impact hard enough to fracture his skull but not kill him. Kso’ppghiel doesn’t even have time to register the pain before she reaches back and twists his wing until it breaks, the man standing silent in the doorway behind flinching in the slightest when the sounds of snapping bones fills the heavy air. He cries out and struggles under her grip to free himself but swiftly finds he’s unable to gather the coordination to actually do so. A small scuffling at their sides catches her attention, the energy practically radiating off her slender frame as her head whips towards the source to send a small group of her guards all but running from the sight. Despite the intense scene before them and with one pleading look given to their stationary Captain, the group pushes a lone man forward and he shakily holds out what was left of the mask to show that it had repaired enough in the short time they’d had to be functional, would they have been able to take him down themselves. Io’fayl rips the metal from the guard’s hand, the men quickly rushing from the room and practically flying past the white haired man soon after and moments later she wrenches the Harbinger’s head back once more to roughly shove the mask around his face while speaking the enchantments needed in order to seal it in place. Once secured, she allows his head to drop before forcing herself to pull away. She will kill him if she keeps this up... Shaking with rage, she turns to leave the now unconscious Kso’ppghiel bleeding and broken on the floor. With his magic sealed, he will not be able to heal himself from this, which will make for a very long recovery on his part. A recovery that will keep him quiet and subdued for at least a little while longer and allowing her time to find a way to control herself around him so that this will not happen again. She lets out an amused scoff as she realizes that no one has managed to work her up this much in a very long time. This is why she will not kill him. The more he fights, the more she wants him broken to her will.
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