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URL: ../../STO/hell/hell54.htmlThe 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.
The blue Tartaran didn't look back. It was a matter of necessity. If she looked back she might be inclined to flee into the light along with her fellow tribesmate, but the tall blue woman shook her white locks, steeled her gaze and spread her wings. Then she took off, running and leaping into flight, towards the darkness and towards the wild woman whose piercing ulation managed to break through the drone of sound that careened seductively through Penho's bones. The song thrummed through her blood, filling her with a dread desire, summoning her. She shook the passion off, recognizing the danger for what it was and narrowed her focus upon Xena.
The pillar next to the warrior had begun to peel apart. Bony apparitions cried out in an ecstasy of agony and took to the wind. It was a timing thing, one moment before or after, it would have been too late, but Xena caught her first "ride," to the top, using one powerful backflip after another to bounce from soul to winged soul like flying stairsteps. A person of lesser balance would have plummeted to her death or, rather, been destroyed by the claws that sought to break her. But Xena weilded her sword like a great sythe, harvesting hands and arms and even, upon occassion, heads and wings to suit her purpose. Some cases she would simply land on their backs, trying to move them in the direction she willed. But like the Strigers, these creatures of darkness were drawn to the light of the city. She had no idea whether it was because they found the light irrisistable, or whether they wanted to snuff it out.
It didn't matter. The creatures were howling in rage around her. It was a highly irritating noise that gave her want to clasp her hands to her ears and hurl her body to the ground for silence' sake. But since she couldn't, she gave vent to her own noise, finding a kind of solace in her war-shout. It broke a path for her, gave her body room to move and if she could have kept the cry up constantly, she would have. Instead she found, when her voice cracked, that a scratchy hum would do just as well and a song even better.
When she realized that...oh...she sang, loud and pure, ignoring the occassional catch in her voice. She let battle songs fill her body, taking place of the aching ice that had been forming in her bones and crippling her swings. The creatures tried to veer from her, but Xena balanced precariously upon the shoulders of one demon, then by her fingertips on another, flipping from one creature to the next, sure of the outcome. Higher and higher she climbed but her goal was as far away as ever. The warrior, however, didn't have to worry about losing track of Gabrielle. The red Tartaran shone brightly, almost blindingly, in the midst of the darkness that thronged about her. This gave Xena a wide, easy target to move towards and a smile of fierce determination formed on her lips. She would reach her lover and once there, she would defend till her dying breath. All them, if it came to that.
Xena only lost track once, when she heard screams of terror coming from behind her. Penho jauntily saluted her, then went back to carving a wide path for her flight. "You're an amazing woman, Xena," she shouted across the distance. Her voice was full of admiration, but her eyes were red with blood. "Don't think many would use Tartarans for stairs."
Xena grunted and punched a demon away from her face. "Well," she grunted, "you do what you have to."
"Care for a ride?"
Xena grinned, and flipped back with a solid kick, knocking a greenwinged beast out of the sky. The blue Tartaran caught the warrior upon her shoulders with a grunt. "Welcome to the party," the Elysian said.
Penho smirked, then concentrated on moving ever forward, ignoring the splatter of gore that erupted from her next victim. "Wouldn't miss it. Not for the world."
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