Witchers of Nifelheim - Part 2

Kaylee Brown wrote:

//Soundtrack

"We parked the humvee too far!" Kaylee called in Equestrian, drawing her katana with worry:
"It'll take us five minutes to reach it, if we sprint there. It'll take too long!"



"YOUR THIRD OPTION IS SURRENDER!" Diana barked at the top of her lungs. She jumped, lunging at Twilight and aiming the rapier at her neck.
A moment later, two bullets pierced Diana's leg, making her trip and crumble onto the ground, sliding forward through the snow for a few meters, still carried by the motion.

"aaaaAAAAAAAAHHH!!" She screamed in anger. Realizing she'll be unable to reach Twilight with her rapier, she snapped her fingers and a purple ball materialized in her free hand.
In a fraction of a second, it discharged and struck Twilight across the chest, sending her tumbling backwards.


It felt as if all strength had been sucked out of Twilight's muscles, almost immediately. She began falling unconscious.



"Please!" Kaylee screamed: "We're just looking for our children! We lost them in this area!"



Diana scowled: "..then you should take better care of your children.
.......this is a ploy... isn't it.." Diana released a low, crazed and desperate laugh. She was in pain, even as the wounds on her leg slowly regenerated, making the bullets fall out of the wound:

"You take me for a fool.. just because I'm young?..." She gritted her teeth, shoving her rapier into the ground and using it for support to get up, fighting against the pain:

"I haven't been just told- I've seen it with my own eyes... the invasions, the murders, the destruction you leave in your wake.
You're just a scouting party, aren't you?....... when is the main invasion force coming? How many war machines are you bringing this time?"


Diana noticed you inching towards the village gates and sneered: "..you think I'll let you escape and report back our numbers? How many villages will you burn along the way?"


She got up to full height, wildly swinging her rapier out of the ground and taking an offensive posture, aiming the weapon at your neck:

"...you know what I think... I think I'll kill all of you. And when your commanders realize their entire scouting party was wiped out, they'll never learn this village was guarded only by a single Witcher, and they will think twice about sending more men here.."


Kaylee looked at her, a shadow of pity reflecting over her eyes: "..you're.. the only Witcher protecting this village?"


Diana's eyes widened, when she realized what she unintentionally revealed. Her expression immediately became distorted by a scowl:
"Shit"
She quietly muttered, before snapping her fingers and suddenly hurling a purple flame in Kaylee's direction. Kaylee tried to unfold her wings and jerk to the side but she wasn't fast enough.
The purple flame hit her, making her emit a startled shriek and fall to the ground unconscious.



"..four targets left.. I'll take you on" Diana said, looking up at Rain and raising her rapier:
".......four wings.... rare..." she quietly whispered to herself, before aiming her rapier upwards at Rain.
The fingers on her free palm, began dancing, as if knitting and drawing an invisible shape in the air. A magical glow began to surround her palm.

Kaylee Brown wrote:Mists palm moved, partially on its own, partially guided by Mist, and a large ice spike materialized in the palm of her hand, and flew right into Diana, piercing her stomach, before the spike vanished.


Diana released a gut wrenching, piercing shriek of pain. The bullets rained down on her, piercing her body. Her fingers froze up and stopped moving. She gritted her teeth, attempting to begin the motion with her palm from scratch, but her fingers refused to move.

Diana weakly fell to her knees, her haggard breaths increasing from pain. She looked down and slowly removed her white helmet, letting it fall on the ground, to allow better breathing.
Her blue, rain colored fur was soaked with sweat. The yellow eyes began filling with tears.


She collected her hands over her heart and quietly whispered something to herself, in an unknown language, then suddenly turned back and loudly barked something.


The dozen archers materialized on the rooftops again. They were kids, all of them, barely 13 years old. Holding bows in their shaking hands and looking at Diana with tears in their eyes. They started desperately screaming something to her, but Diana loudly barked at them again, cutting them off.

The kids gritted their teeth, then turned around and sprinted out of the village, running in the same directions as where all the other villagers ran.



Diana looked up at you. Her expression seemed cold, broken.

Four batpony wings unfolded out of her back and she began slowly raising into the air, as if an invisible force had scooped her off of the ground. Her entire body began faintly glowing with magic.