The First Battle

[Nasira]

The manner the murder dematerialized from the field was unnerving. Nasira made a mental note to find Crow as soon as she had sent their enemies packing.

A third of her body length was now off the ground, and her iconic hood was spread wide, striking a pose that terrified enemies. Nasira was now armed with long, hollow fangs, devised like hypodermic needles to ensure a free flow of deadly neurotoxins. These would attack the central nervous system, with symptoms ranging from excruciating pain and vertigo to paralysis or a coma. The next stage was respiratory failure, then death. Emitting another deep, bone-chilling hiss, the colossal cobra locked on a target and lunged.

It happened so fast that it almost seemed as though Nasira had not moved at all. If only. She bit Jenn hard and savagely ripped her hundreds of feet above the angel's posse. Her pointy fangs slipped right through Jenn's flesh as though the purple-winged angel were a stick of butter, and a steady trickle of hot blood oozed down the snake's throat as she mainlined six gallons of venom in Jenn's body. Once Nasira felt the poor thing had received a sufficient amount of venom to do her in, the evil snake violently shook the body to and fro like a chew toy, spraying blood and grace.

"RRRR!!!" Jenn's wings were nearly ripped from their sockets before the body came crashing down.

Nasira grinned, showing her red teeth to Clopin.

[Hikaru]

"My thoughts exactly, sir," Hikaru muttered back to Rafael, glad that he saw the sense in a retreat. There was just one problem, "But with Aladdin and the magic carpet gone, how do we go about it?"

Their forces were fractured, and while she could rum to various skirmishes, it wasn't a very efficient system, and that's not mentioning actually getting their forces out of the fray. Hopefully Rafael had a plan. Whatever it was, he was her commanding officer in lieu of Aladdin.

With her sight obscured by the smoke screen, Hikaru's ears sharpened in response. The din of the battles became more exact, and she heard the terrifying sound of some enormous beast. The wind billowed and pushed a plume of the smoke free, to give Hikaru the view of a gigantic cobra.

"Sir," Hikaru nudged Rafael to look in the direction of the fading gas and subsequently the obscenely large snake.

[Jenn]

One moment, she'd been standing on the ground next to Clopin.
The next, she was in the jaws of the giant cobra. Long fangs peircing through her skin, the sharp stabbing pain being so sudden that it stunned her.
Then it felt like her body was on fire, as venom quickly spread through her veins. Enough to kill any mortal, and enough to cause the angel excrusiating pain, her vision going blurry as she screamed in agony.
She felt her body being jerked side to side, and white hot pain ripped through her as one of her wings dislocated with a loud pop. Her voice had gone hoarse as Nasira tossed her back to the ground.
The angel landing with a thump in the dirt, shaking and writhing as she tried, and failed to get up, or even move.

[Deleted]

He snarled loudly at the question Hikaru asked, shaking his head. He had no answer to that, maybe if they could get to some sort of nearby civilization they could radio homebase and call for Marahute to retrieve them. But that could take hours at this rate.

"What?" He snapped slightly as Hikaru nudged him but he stopped short at the sight of Nasira's colossal snake form. His jaw dropped, green hues wide in shock.

"Dios mío..." He whispered lowly. Fear ran down his spine before he roughly headbutted Hikaru. "Get that dog- Uh- Copper ya? I will grab el niño! Just- Go!" He roared out before quickly beelining for Kopa and Kula to break up the fight. It was time to go and quickly, no one was going to stand a chance against that damn corba!

[Clopin]

Everything happened in slow motion.

His scythe made contact with Nasira’s staff instead of her face, like he had intended. She then took the chance to drive home a hard kick to his groin, and if he hadn’t been quick enough to disappear from sight, it definitely would have made contact.

When he reappeared, he found himself staring at a cobra ten times his size. His eyes went wide with shock, and before he could even respond, he could hear Bob screaming in the background.

But everything sounded so...muffled. All he could really hear, above anything, was the pounding of blood through his veins. Adrenaline kicked in, and he prepared himself for another attack, as he leapt on the unicorn’s back once more.

“Bob! Quit screaming would you?! FOCUS!!!”

The unicorn gulped down his scream, and shook his head vigorously, pink mane swaying side to side. Clopin was right. They had to fight for their faction. He pushed his fear of snakes as far back as he could, and with his horn lit and eyes closed, he positioned himself to attack...until a piercing scream broke his concentration.

Blue eyes shot open to see Nasira grab ahold of Jenn, fangs slicing through her like a rag doll. She violently shook the angel before tossing her to the ground. And as if this was absolutely nothing to Nasira, she turned to face Clopin and Bob, with a bloodstained grin.

The gypsy king gritted his teeth. This was not good. He had a soldier down, injected with venom. He knew that if he kept fighting, he might’ve been able to turn the tide.

But the risk to Jenn’s life was too great.

“ROGUES! Retreat at once!” Clopin bellowed, as he leapt off the unicorn and ran over to Jenn. He lifted her over his shoulder, and climbed back up onto Bob.

“Jenn, Jenn, cherie, you’ll be okay. Hang in there for us.” Clopin whispered to her.

He then turned his attention to the massive cobra.

“This will not be our last meeting necromancer! You will pay dearly for this!” Clopin screeched, as he stared daggers at her. He then ordered Bob to re-open the portal to France, and ushered his subjects through, hoping and praying to the gods that they could get Jenn to the medics on time.

[Nasira]

Nasira had wanted to cheer but refrained. She was an overseer and commander of the campaign; it would be undignified for her to yell and whoop like a common soldier. So she composed her face in an expression of lordly gratification as she triumphantly watched the Freedom Fighters and Rogues flee like whipped dogs.

The Blackblood Legion had won. They had carried out the plan, not without some setbacks, but the attack had succeeded. The supply chains were now theirs. 

They made their way back to the rendezvous.

The End