But despite Ashton’s loud voice, he didn’t move fast. Step by step, he wobbled forward while smoke continued to come out of holes they shouldn’t be coming out of.
“Moira…” Elana knew this clash would be the final. Neither party had much left in the tank. “Can you do it again?” She dropped most of the ice cover whirling around her. The icicles also had to go, as they still were too weak to injure Ashton.
“Maybe if I was at the throne.” The Saintess shook her head. “Maybe not at all. The spell ate through my reserves. I am running on fumes.”
“Yeah. Me, too.” Elana admitted as Ashton stepped inside her striking range. She glanced around before committing.
The icy whirlwind around her had thinned out enough to obscure them and still allow her to see the ruined hall.
People were slowly breaking out of the chains. Their alarmed screams rose in strength as they tried to get out of the hall.
Meanwhile, after discovering the lockdown of the place had faded, hundreds of fighters tied to various factions tried to get in.
Among them were the Church’s paladins and monks. They were the most numerous, from what Elana could tell. It was a relief.
These newcomers would soon discover the many dead faction leaders. Elana believed it would not be hard to secure her rule with just her, Moira and the Princess standing.
There would not be more fighting today…
If…
If Elana and Moira won now.
“DIE, DIE, DIE!” Ashton seemed to have lost his mind. Much of it still seemed to come out of his orifices in the smoke form.
Elana struck. Her sword flew forward while she protected her body with her shield. Behind her, she felt Moira follow along.
In her mind, it was a mistake. But there was no time to reprimand the naughty Saintess. Instead, Elana watched Ashton’s hammers cover the sky as they came down.
Elana’s shield moved to intercept it as her sword stabbed at the Saint’s eye. She knew the shield – perhaps even her hand – would shatter. But if she could drive her ice blade into his eye…
The hammer connected with the shield. The impact was… Not what Elana had expected. There was almost no strength behind it.
It threw her off and made her lose her balance. Elana’s sword arm still moved but was bumped to the side by Ashton. The man lurched, taking a half step back to avoid being stabbed.
Elana had overcommitted. Her eyes grew large, expecting a counterattack. She tried to pull her limbs back to her body to cover it.
But no counterattack came.
Ashton released a choked sound. “Fuck…” He straightened again. “I can’t die here…” His whole being still exuded confidence.
“What are you doing!” Moira slapped Elana’s back. “Attack!”
“…Right,” Elana moved her sluggish body. But what should have been a gentle nudge from Moira sent her stumbling forward.
Elana was too close to Ashton. She crashed into his body, sending them both sprawling on the ground.
The world spun around as she crashed into the torn flooring and slid forward on the ice Elana herself had made. The control over her mana slipped, dispersing the ice cloud around them.
People shouted in surprise at their appearance, most of them pointing at Ashton. Partly because the Saint was naked and still had an erection, partly because he was the enemy.
A part of Elana’s mind noted how unsightly she must look. She tried to stand up but failed. “Shit. Where is your healing?” She turned on her side, finding Ashton lying next to her, gasping for air. “The shit?”
“I think it is because you exhausted your mind and muscles.” Moira now loomed over them. “You are definitely healed properly.”
“Fuck. He is still alive!” Elana realised she had lost her ice sword. There was no shield either.
Moira nodded. “He is. Do I kill him?” She stood tall and slightly glowed.
“Wait…” Then it hit Elana. “You fucker! You planned for it!”
“Oh, I most definitely did!” Moira continued to play the role of the Saintess. “Don’t worry. I will make it up to you. You will be free to do everything you want to me.” She whispered.
Elana wanted to rage. She had let Moira win!
The bitch had certainly healed her. But also, Moira had made sure Elana was in no condition to stand. “It was too risky!” She hissed. “What if he continued to fight?”
“The Enemy has been defeated!” Moira announced while ignoring the writhing bodies beneath her. “I thank you for all of your bravery. But especially to my Knight. Her courage and strength were what finally brought down this villain!”
“I won’t forget this,” Elana swore. “You will serve my needs for years to make up for this!” She was already planning the best ways to abuse Moira. She had offered herself, after all.
“Please, calm down. While my Knight has lost her strength, she is fine.” Moira placated the growing crowd. She moved around the two bodies beneath her, not forgetting to ‘accidentally’ step on Ashton’s boner.
It made the Saint groan in pain. But he didn’t react otherwise. His body was now shaking, cold sweat gathering on his skin.
Elana looked away from the dying man. She had more important matters to attend to. Her willpower coursed through her body, pulling whatever divine energy she could.
The bracelet provided what she needed. Elana began fixing whatever Moira had done. She wasn’t nearly as good as the Saintess, but she managed – if slowly.
But it was too late.
“Unfortunately…” Moira sadly spoke. “The King has died. He sacrificed himself to defeat this intruder. His soul served as the fuel to awaken this Golem.” She pointed at the destroyed construct.
“And the King’s son…” Moira continued… “He is…”
Elana pumped as much energy into her limbs as possible and hurried to raise. “He is a she.” She finished. “And the Saintess is mine.” Her hand wrapped around Moira’s waist. “And I will not let anyone stand in our way.”
Moira smiled. “Oh, my brave Knight.” She leaned onto Elana. “I would not have it any other way.”
