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.
Xena could feel the muscles of the trihorned woman ripple underneath her thighs. She pearched carefully to avoid the sharp point on Penho's right shoulder. She could feel the horn's indentation upon her inner thigh. Penho's powerful spread wings drew them higher and faster into the deep sky. They were closer now to Gabrielle, and the warrior was blinking rapidly against the fierce luminescence that surrounded her lover. Gabrielle was so bright now that Xena was tearing. The warrior continued to shield her eyes from the brightness with one hand, not fathoming how Penho could stand to fly directly into it, but knowing that they must.
"Gods, what is she doing?".
Penho grunted in response. She glanced briefly in Izacon's direction, then turned her head away. The pupils of Penho's eyes were already narrowed to slivers and a milky membrane had lowered to protect her sight. If Xena was seeing the sun, Penho was seeing the light of a distant star, but feeling the heat; rolling searing waves of heat. She didn't know how Xena could stand it because she hardly dared breathe, but somehow the blue woman continued on and forward. At least, within the boundaries of Izacon's scorching presence she hardly felt the pull of the summons. It almost made the burdened breaths she was taking worth it. If she had felt strong enough to answer, she might have told Xena what she *thought* Izacon was doing, but it was too much effort. So she just focused on the one familiar person that glowed in this nightmare and carried her oblivious warrior friend forward..
Meanwhile, Xena was finding herself too dazzled so she finally surrendered and closed her eyes. Even behind the safety of her eyelids, however, she could see the brilliance that surrounded them and salty tears dribbled uncontrollably down her cheeks. Only her perfect balance and her long legs, which she used to anchor herself, kept her in place. The Elysian kept her sword out and her body ready. She was too aware of how vunerable she was and there were others less kindly inclined who were braving the bright torture of Gabrielle's presence. She could feel them, even if she couldn't see them..
Depending heavily on her other powerful senses, Xena handn't missed any foe that she struck at. It helped that she was ambidextrous, and could switch the sword to either hand without ill effect. Xena fought against the impulse to jump up on Penho's shoulders as if the woman were a trick horse and kept seated and kept her sword swings in control. The warrior never had been a show off anyway, though she enjoyed battling with a totality that always surprised her. If it seemed to others that she was performing for them, it was their mistake. Usually a deadly one..
Death, unfortunately is a slimy job. At one point Xena had no choice but to wipe her hands, quickly, on the nearest dry surface; Penho's hair. The blue woman didn't even really notice, but above them the already dying giant savage, it's skin beginning to blister from the inside out, did..
The moment it thought Xena wasn't paying attention it dove, heedless of the bright, heedless of the heat, heedless of the sword in her other hand. It swooped with deadly intentions to her right. Penho, who saw a blurry swirl of green out of the corner of her eye swung away, but it hit them both. Hard. Its claws raked into Penho's side and wing and scraped the Warrior Princess' back bloody as it wrapped itself tight around them. Then in a powerful bite, its elongated jaws clamped onto Xena's shoulder, and its huge fangs punctured through her armor.
They fell in a screaming tangle of arms, legs, wings and teeth.
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