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ŠJanuary 1998
The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
SQUICK alert: This Tartarus for Hell's sake! Expect grodities.
Xex Alert: I keep sayin' there will be and there will be. .but I guess the foreplay's gonna take awhile. .LOL
There weren't even screams, just surprised thuds against the surface of the walls. The door was being pounded so hard that it was cracking with loud groans under the pressure. That's when they knew there was a problem.
Marcus settled into a relaxed stance and raised his sword in preparation a few feet away from the door. He was accompanied by one of the interior guards, who'd also prepared herself for a battle. The other one was pushing at something against the far wall. Marcus couldn't see what it was, but he heard the grinding noise and made a quick assumption.
Perdicus helped to round the children up, guiding them into the dark cavernlike space. The guard with a spiky grin handed him an unlit torch, then blew on it. The torch flickered to life. Perdicus blinked, but held out his other hand. She took it in her own. Their eyes exchanged an understanding. He would protect with his life. He turned his vision, briefly, to Marcus and then back to her. There was a nod.
Marcus was grabbed from behind by a pair of very strong hands. He felt himself being unceremoniously guided to the hole in the wall. The voice was grating in his ear, "Guard our children." Then he was pushed in. He turned just in time to see a worried looking demonic face closing him into the small cavern.
He took note. There were thirteen children; seven who looked like native Tartarans and six who looked human. Two of the children were old enough to wield the daggers and the others. . .young enough to walk. They were in a cave that seemed to go in only one direction. The torch, held in Perdicus' firm grip, flickered. There was an air source, probably farther back, which meant, possibly another entrance . . . With the pounding he'd heard on the other side, he knew that the . .enemy. .would break through. He looked at Perdicus, whose expression remained neutral.
"We've got to go further in." The ex-mercenary indicated the passageway with his sword. "We don't know how long, or if this stone will hold. I think," He looked at the smooth surface of the wall, "this is an escape exit." He tried to look confident, but his real thought was, 'I hope.'
The young man nodded in agreement. Perdicus didn't trust his voice at the moment. One hand was occupied with providing the light. The other was being held trustingly by a small purple hand that belonged to a wide eyed miniature Tartaran. The little one's horns were the size of buds, indicating his heritage, but his eyes were as soft and scared as any child Perdicus had ever seen and it melted his heart. That fear was reflected by the other children, save in those too young to be afraid for very long. Perdicus thought it was interesting that when toddler Tartaran's cry, they made little noise. Their cheeks, however, were as wet as a human child's would be (and were. .. he noted that they cried almost silently too. .great big rolling tears, but only the slightest hint of sniffles and eye wiping). He suddenly wondered where the infants were, but that thought didn't linger as he guided himself, the children and Marcus deeper into the darkness.
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Izzy's tale wrapped firmly around the dryad's neck and snapped it like a twig. She growled and ripped the body apart with her hands and feet. The wreckage plummetted to the ground. Those underneath either paid attention or got impaled. She was so busy that she almost missed, almost, the flashing armor of Tartaran assailants on the village proper. She screamed in rage, filled with a sudden understanding that the dryad visitation, as deadly as it was for both parties, had been a deliberate set up.
She abandoned the battle with the dryads, leaving it to those who were already in the air and swooped down. "XENA!!!!" she called, "PENHO!!" She instinctively headed for those whose strength she'd relied on, most successfully, in the past. Xena looked up, just in time to feel Izzy's strong arms wrap around her waist. Penho was already running to the village, accompanied by a few who could make their way from the battle ground.
"Drop me there!" Xena commanded, indicating the space with her sword. Izzy let go and didn't bother to see if her lover landed safely. She had confidence and it was well placed. Xena tucked and rolled with the tossing manuever Izzy made and ended up slamming feet first into the chests of two ungainly and shocked looking Tartarans.
Xena laughed and gave a few solid kicks to make sure they were down then proceeded to conduct bloody mayhem on the nonlocals. She was pulling her bloody sword from one assailant when she noticed the cage wagon. Salmoneus, who looked worse for wear, was paying little or no attention to the battle around him. He was obviously trying to unlock the cage's door, but he was no Autolycus. She was happy to see him alive, but angry to see he'd been captured. "Pen!!" She got the blue's attention, and pointed, then she had to duck and attend to other business.
Penho's light blue skin turned three shades darker. Her eyes flashed angrilly and the Tartaran she'd been fighting, found itself being viciously assaulted and killed. She made her way slowly to Salmoneus and the others in the cage.
Meanwhile, Melosa had cleared her way from the field and was well on her way to village when she was struck from behind. The tingling of the blow shivered all the way through her. Her vision blurred, then everything went dark.
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