When Eris moved it seemed as if every step had been calculated long before she had taken it. Every movement was fluid, perfect, and precise. It reminded Rosalyn of how the wyrm inside her would guide her in combat, looking over her shoulder and directing which way to go. To Rosalyn's knowledge the Samurai had no inner beast to calculate the battle and tell her where to go, it seemed to be natural skill that weaved the woman between vicious attacks from Joseph into every single opening he left. As the two clashed blades atop the battlement, Locke stood the whole time in front of Rosalyn protecting her from stray attacks.
"You don't need to do this," Rosalyn said aloud as she focused on a new set of spells to use in battle. "I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself."
"And how would you have gotten out of being decapitated?" Locke retorted with a snort. "Now hold still for a minute." Locke held his hands up and began casting a black magic spell. When he released it a cloud of darkness wrapped around Joseph and Eris.
"Now what are you doing? You just blinded her too." Rosalyn tried to step past but Locke stopped her.
"You might not have noticed it, but that woman relies on more than just her eyesight to fight. And her equipment is enchanted to do more good this way." The sound of metal on metal resounded a few more times inside the dark cloud until there was a gutteral cry and Joseph was knocked from the cloud. The darkness dissipated and Eris raised her blade above her head in an offensive stance.
The blade began to spark with deep purple arcs of electricity. When she swung it downward she unleashed a lance of lightning that soared through the air toward the encapacitated Joseph. Just as it was about to pierce him, he reached up and caught the energy in his hand. Joseph redirected the lightning back, but it simply disipated as it passed Eris.
"Stupid beast," Joseph howled as he climbed to his feet. "I should have destroyed you when I had my chance." Joseph directed his gaze to Locke and Rosalyn. "The same goes for you." He raised his hand to the air, clutching the Blue Soul tightly in his fist. "No matter... It's not yet complete, but I shall give you a taste of its power." A magic circle spread outward underneath Joseph's feet and the gem began to glow brighter.
"We can't let him fire that off," Locke shouted, "it's got enough power to wipe the city off the map!" He dashed across the rampart and joined up with Eris. Joseph's wing took a serpentine shape and lashed toward the two, doubling back on itself whenever they evaded. The very end took on a draconic maw, snapping and biting at them as they desperately tried to reach Joseph. The magic circle underneath him was growing larger and more ornate, and Rosalyn could feel the raw magic in the air surging towards the Blue Soul.
Rosalyn felt as though someone had casted a binding spell on her. She was unable to move her feet, unable to move a muscle, she was frozen. She had never felt such a power before, not even when Volt'aire destroyed the fomor army the night of the full moon. This was the power of hundreds of thousands of collective souls crying out for one single purpose. Total destruction. The magic was about to reach its culmination and Locke and Eris had made no headway against Joseph's living wing.
There was a wooshing sound that somehow rang clear above the sound of the battle below them, and a sharp clang as Volt'aire's scythe rebounded off of the rampart before spiraling down into the battle below. There was a thud, as Joseph's severed arm hit the ground, and the tiniest clinking as the Blue Soul bounced against the hard stone. Joseph unleashed a demonic howl as he dropped to his knees, his other hand catching the Blue Soul on its second bounce. Another wing errupted from his back and rushed towards Volt'aire who was standing on the opposite side of the rampart. The Zilartian held up his hand and the mass of feathers slammed into a solid barrier. Joseph, now surrounded, grasped the stub of his arm and took to the sky.
"You're not getting away!" Eris shouted, anger touching her monotone voice. She slammed her katana into her sheath and began casting something large. Locke grabbed the woman by the shoulders and shook her.
"Snap out of it, Eris. We're done here for the day." Locke looked the woman in the eyes until she looked way. She nodded and let out a sigh. Rosalyn shook her head and blinked a couple times. She could have sworn she saw small horns growing from the samurai's head.
Locke looked over to Rosalyn and shook his head. "We're going to Bastok to recuperate. You're welcome to join us, after you finish cleaning up the mess here that is." Locke began casting another black magic spell.
"You aren't staying to help?" Rosalyn asked, finally able to find her voice.
"It's not our fight," Eris said cooly. "We will see you again." Eris then vanished from Locke's spell, and he too disappeared after another short spellcasting.
Rosalyn now stood on the battlements alone, save for the Zilart who was recovering his breath. "Go ahead without me," he said, "I need another couple of minutes... Almost didn't make it in time..." Rosalyn nodded and made her way back to Al Zahbi.
To be forgotten is worse than death.