Vriko was quite shook over how useless her attack had been. She had likely thought that she’d landed a direct hit at full power of the blast she’d unleashed, and in all fairness to her that wasn’t entirely incorrect. However, it was very difficult to actually land a blow on a woman who had such meticulous control over her body that she could rearrange it on an atomic level to avoid being hit. The black haired woman stared up at her in disbelief and fruitlessly attempted to wrest her weapon out of Serilda’s grip, to get some space between them, but Serilda’s magic had already started taking effect. When the sword was destroyed, Vriko swiftly tried to arm herself with another only to find her sheath being tossed up in the air where Gren caught it in his mouth.
Serilda stated the facts plain and simple: Vriko had lost, and continuing to fight would only delay the inevitable. She expressed her hope that the other woman would be smarter than her father, and was met with a quick, venomous reply disowning the former archangel and claiming to be more intelligent than him. Impressively, she seemed to mean it. Despite her hands balling into fists and staring up at her future sister-in-law with utmost hatred and spite, Vriko made no more moves to continue fighting her. Was it compliance? Or was she simply stalling? Time would tell, and Serilda had no intention of pushing for further aggression until Vriko gave her a reason to. Mythal’s sister had a lot to answer for, but it was still important to try and sow some seeds for the future. Mythal had very little family, and as tense as things were with Vriko right now if he could find a way to actually connect with her and make things work, well.. They needed to do everything they could to at least try.
The Voidwalker brought up Faera and the quick bits she’d seen of Vriko’s plans. The darker haired woman looked confused for a moment before a smirk curled upon her lips and she informed Serilda that she had no idea what was being planned. The noblewoman continued to look unimpressed, both by the lure of supposed mystery and by the name calling. “For now.” It wasn’t a threat of any kind, simply an acknowledgement that Vriko was correct. Serilda had not taken the time to dig through all the paperwork and plans that Vriko had, but once the woman was incarcerated they would have much more time to do so. And while it certainly wasn’t ideal, it would be quite easy to glean that information from Vriko herself with a little bit of her blood, if worse came too. Ideally, that would not be the case.
She felt the approach of a body before hearing it crash through any buildings, turning to focus her attention in its direction. Then, her eyes opened wide in surprise. Serilda had been expecting Serethar to show up again. In fact, she had been counting on it. He was another individual that the two of them had a bone to pick with after Vintermyr. However, this was not the manner in which she had expected him to arrive. He skid along the ground, leaving a deep trench in his wake, until he came to a stop not far in front of them. His body was mangled and bleeding as though he was a breath away from dying. “W-what..?” she stammered, just as visibly confused as everyone else. They hadn’t sent anyone to find Serethar. Hell, none of their men were strong enough to fight him outside of Serilda and Mythal, and the Rune Knights had explicit orders to leave Vriko and Serethar to the marshal and director. Who could have possibly done this?
Serilda was so taken by surprise by his state and his command for Vriko to run that she didn’t have enough time to erect a barrier around him before a large sword dropped down from the sky and pierced him through. Vriko screamed as his body crumbled before their eyes and made to run to him but was stopped by the flat of Mythal’s blade as well as Serilda’s arm as they tried to keep her back. Serilda’s attention, much like Mythal’s, was laser focused on the smoke drifting through the hole of the building that Serethar had been tossed through. Her senses, the ones that she’d inherited from Ozorith’s magic, were screaming at her, sending the hair on her arms and the back of the neck straight up.
Even before Mythal said it, she had come to the same conclusion: She felt the same weight of energy as that she’d gotten during her fight with Archimedes. Beyond the smoke she could sense two beings approaching them, one of whom spoke up to inform the three of them that they were not the archangel of Despair. As if Mythal and Serilda hadn’t already assumed that. But, rather than get sassy, the two Rune Knights stayed silent and kept their eyes on the approaching pair until they came into view. One was a man with more muscle than height, with a big mustache and even bigger hands. He had dark skin, slanted eyes, and had a strange symbol growing on his chest. The other was a woman with light skin and a tight fitting dress that left little of her body to the imagination. Bright, teal colored hair fell from her head in long tresses, and she presented more human than her companion did. She shot Gren a kiss from the distance between them, taking the time even now to greet him amidst the tension.
Vriko practically shrieked at them about what they’d done to Serethar, and was promptly advised by the male figure that he had been dealt with as all enemies of Kingdom Darkness were. It was a fate that they intended to befall Vriko as well, however it seemed they had been sufficiently distracted from completing said task by the presence of Mythal. Or at least, distracted for now. Serilda listened in silently during the exchange as they acknowledged Mythal by the “Darkness King” moniker he could not seem to escape, and introduced themselves as Ruman and Izrael, the Trumpets of Triumph and Punishment respectively.
You got anything for me here?
No. I know the Trumpets, of course, but I am not familiar with either of these two specifically. Faera has swapped out her Archangels from time to time over the millenia. Whoever these ones are, I have never met them.
I take it you can’t really give me any clues to what kind of abilities they might have as Trumpets or anything?
Victoria didn’t have to have her own body for Serilda to feel the older woman shaking her head. No two Trumpets are ever the same. I know you want to keep me a secret for now, and I respect and agree with your reasons for doing so, but are you sure you won’t need my help in this?
Serilda gave it some serious consideration, not answering right away. She had beaten Archimedes, yes, but it had not been an easy fight. Then again, the noblewoman had only grown more powerful since that battle. Mythal, too. I think I will be fine. But stand by and be ready to go in case I change my mind. Izrael didn’t seem to think too much of them, commenting rather flippantly that Mythal, Serilda, and Vriko together couldn’t hold a candle to the Immortal Thirteen, let alone the two of them. The noblewoman thought about remarking on her battle with Archimedes in some form, but elected not to. They knew who she was, and surely knew about that battle and its outcome already. Besides, one could only mention a victorious battle so many times before it became gloating, and she couldn’t abide that sort of thing.
A long silence passed as the inquiry hung in the air: Would Mythal and Serilda entertain them in a fight? “We have no interest in testing either of your strengths,” she finally informed the two archangels plainly, her tone about as unimpressed with either of them as she had been with Vriko. “Nor will we be baited by such a pedestrian notion. The desire to test one’s strength against another is the motivation of the weak, childish, and insecure, and we are none of those things.” She fixed both of them, particularly Ruman, with a poignant look.
For a moment it would seem that was where she was going to leave the response. The refusal was spoken with such conviction and disinterest that there was no sense of an impending ‘but’. She seemed rather content to deny the request with no further consideration as though they were little more than a dirty transient on the side of the road begging for loose change. “That being said, however, the two of you have interfered with a Rune Knight operation. You have committed murder in our presence, killing one of the wanted individuals that we came to apprehend, and have made your intent of further manslaughter clear. Therefore..”
She calmly withdrew both of her swords, Moonlight gleaming and Malice as dull and dark as the Void she controlled. While the weapon that emanated a most holy aura would not add any extra damage to its attacks against these two, its metal could still cut them like any other flesh. Meanwhile, Malice practically quivered with unholy power, thirsting for the blood of the two archangels before them.
“You are under arrest. And I will be utilizing my legal right to execute capital punishment.”
A pink, impenetrable bubble appeared around Vriko, all at once protecting her from harm and keeping her from running off anywhere. In a blink, she disappeared and reappeared right in front of Ruman, the tip of her darkened scimitar streaking straight toward his heart for an intended killing blow. She tapped into her Voidwalking to perform her Vital Touch spell, using it to allow Malice to easily be able to slip past any defenses he might have up, as well as past his outer flesh, to hone straight in on the vital organ. Serilda had not had the ability to teleport through the Void in her last battle with an archangel, so with any luck her skill in it now would give her enough of an edge to catch him by surprise. Not banking on being able to finish this off in one blow, however, she immediately followed with a secondary strike, taking another step forward and swinging Moonlight up in a quick arc from navel to collar.
Both strikes were dealt before a full second had even passed. Looking to capitalize as much as she could on any advantage she might have gained from her initial charge, Serilda roared with all the fury of the dragon’s blood that ran within her veins. Rather than unleashing her breath weapon, however, a thick and powerful shockwave burst from her body. It was dark as the emptiness of space, glittering with clouds of stardust, and shot out to envelope the entire surrounding area for several hundred meters. As cold and merciless as the vast vacuum of outer space, its intent was to suck both life and power from both foes.