Standing behind Medeia’s chair was Armina, the Warlord’s loyal maid, a look of annoyance on her face too, a hand occasionally stroking the axe that was attached to her back. She already knew what the ending to this meeting was going to involve and one look at her red eyes would be all the pirates would need to see to realise that. The busty purple haired woman was thirsty for blood, the blood of a bunch of lying scumbags who had lied to her Mistress.
The Captain, a seasoned man who had clearly spent his entire life on the waves, appeared to be relatively calm although it was obvious that he was unused to being spoken to in such a way. Fluffing his beard for a moment, he would eventually respond, his tone steady. “What would you have me say? The war has made it impossible for us to reach our usual haunting grounds and that is why we have been unable to provide you with what you seek. I assure you that we made every effort to find you the loveliest of specimens…”
“Do not lie to me.” Medeia interjected coldly, her frown deepening. “You had no intention of fulfilling my order and the only reason that you even agreed was because you thought I would be foolish enough to fool for your scam. I will not pay you a single jewel for such a pathetic attempt at deception and you will now understand precisely why you should not lie to me.” She turned her gaze to her maid and began to speak to her. “Armina…Kill….”
“Wait! Captain! Surely we should just come clean with them.” The first mate interrupted, a younger man, sporting a full head of blonde wavy hair. “We should just show her the…"
“Shut your trap!” The Captain replied with a scowl, his calm demeanour disappearing, glaring daggers at his right hand man. “They would have paid twice as much then this woman would have. You idiot!”
Whatever he was about to do next would never be known, for a ball of flame would strike his face at that moment, turning him into little more than a pile of ash.
By the time the pirates realised what had happened, it was already too late, as the axe of Armina was already cutting through them. A display of vicious brutality that no one would wish to witness. The six foot maid was relentless, her eyes glowing with blood lust as she butchered every single pirate in the room, sending blood all over the place with a gleeful laugh. It was art in its own way and while the purple haired woman went about her work, Medeia would simply watch, her right hand still placed in front of her, from where her fireball had been launched. The screams of the pirates were deafening and the few who were able to draw their weapons were easily battered aside by the warrior maid. Oh, how much did she adore the thrill of slaughter and that was just one of the reasons why Medeia adored her so.
The entire fight lasted little more than a couple of minutes and by the end, there was nothing left of the pirates besides bloodstains. A flawless victory so to speak and as Armina approached her Mistress, bloody axe in hand, Medeia would stand up, nodding with approval. “It would appear that Hell will be home to those pirates for the foreseeable future. The price for lying to me and a fair one. Would you not agree, my dear?”
“Absolutely.” The maid replied, her outfit coated with crimson, as cheerful as ever. “Lying to you deserves death. I am just thankful that I was here to deliver their judgement.”
“Are you satisfied?” Medeia answered, raising an eyebrow. “Or shall we deliver a little more punishment?”
Armina beamed at the suggestion, twirling her large axe around. “You know the answer to that already, Mistress, I am always ready for more fun.”
A small chuckle escaped the witch. “Then let us start by sinking this ship.”
The two women would proceed to leave the ship and down the ramp back to the dock, the sounds of the struggle not seeming to have reached the ears of the public. There were still plenty of sailors walking around but that would not last long and as Medeia turned around and faced the ship they had just left, she would begin to tap into her vast magical power, forming a large sphere of darkness energy in her hands, which she then hurled towards the floating fortress of a ship. The spell flew true and struck the vehicle with an earth shattering amount of power, destroying the vessel in a single blow and sending shrapnel in all directions, skewering a few members of the public who were unable to get out of the way in time.
The reaction was instantaneous and the calmness of the town evaporated in a single moment, as the locals instantly tried to take cover from the unexpected attack. They were intelligent enough not to try and attack either of the angels though but unfortunately that would not save them.
Turning to Armina again, Medeia would smile. “That should be enough to get us started. Enjoy yourself, my dear and kill as many as you wish.”
“Yes Mistress!” The maid responded giddily, curtseying to the dark haired mage before turning away.
Medeia, however, was not quite finished and grabbed her arm. “Remember to spare the cute ones. We can take them back to the guild and have a different form of fun.”
Armina laughed and nodded, before starting to dash across the dock, her axe swinging for anyone who she deemed to be unsuitable.
Deciding to take a different course, Medeia would walk down the street, heading for the centre of the town. Hargeon had apparently suffered greatly in the past but that was nothing compared to what it was about to suffer now.
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