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-PHOENIX COURT 3-


Roleplay from Selenia JeVondair


THE PHOENIX COURT: Part II – Gods and Men [Cont'd]

June 1019


Naked steel, those infamous twin kukris, glinted in the hands of the Phoenix Queen as she advanced on the Duke of Blades.

At first, Selenia could not believe what she was seeing. She was so shocked as to be literally stunned, and that lapse had very nearly caused Godric his life. She watched, seeing the fight’s end as though the two combatants were moving through water. By the time the old Torran fell, her wits had returned to her and she was already moving before either of her sons could react.Then Selenia was standing before the Duke of Blades, naked steel in both hands. Her face was a masque of outrage, her cloak and mantle made a puddle of fabric on the floor. Behind her, the statue of the warrior goddess framed her. Since words had clearly failed, Selenia embraced the only thing the Duke was likely to understand.

She attacked before he had even completed turning to face her. Twin kukri’s scythed through the air, cutting across his chest from shoulder to opposite thigh and just barely missing him barely as he reacted. Surprise registered on his face and Selenia put it to her advantage as she stepped in, closing the distance before he could bring his own weapon up to defend himself. Selenia’s reach was shorter than his, as was her stature, but she used her lower center of gravity to her advantage. Lowering her shoulder, she took advantage of the added weight and sturdiness afforded her by her armor, using the momentum from her missed swing, but the full force of it to ram her pauldron right into his midriff. He gasped, caught more off-guard than truly hurt, as she forced the air out of him, causing him to retreat a few steps. Selenia pressed the brief advantage, interposing herself between Andross and the fallen Judge. She raised one blade to Andross, taking her eyes off him briefly to glance down at Godric. The utter rage contorting her expression did not abate in the slightest as it switched from one man to another.

She flicked her other blade and Kanchelsis who, taking the hint, carefully struggled to move the injured Godric from the pulpit until others joined in to lend a hand. When both were clear, Selenia returned her eyes to Andross, moving both blades back to a ready stance. Her cheeks were flushed with anger and her posture promised imminent malice, and then Andross understood: By taking action, rather than using their heads, both men had behaved just as poorly as Eriatarka herself had, giving neither thought nor regard to the consequences of choices made entirely without thought to what others might have counseled had the chance for even that been given. By actually fighting Godric, and at the Phoenix Court no less, both had dishonored their host. In so doing, they had undermined Selenia, made her look weak before the entire realm and in the face of their enemies. In a very real sense, both he and Godric had challenged her, and she’d responded in the only manner they’d left her.

Still, this was a temple. Despite her anger, she, at least, would not dishonor this hallowed place. She rose out of her fighting crouch and after a moment’s thought, sheathed her weapons. Then she was walking towards him, speaking only as she passed him on her way towards the exit.

“Outside. Now.” The Phoenix Queen growled.