Lyn Marik & Tyrael Marchosias
These past months, Tyrael has been different. One may dare even say he's been better. It's been the longest record where he
hasn't man-handled or threaten someone with a weapon. And it wasn't just because he's been constantly watched by Khan's demons and the staff either. No, the reason was simple: He was seeing Mar and Lyn more often. Between his chats with Colette, he had decided to see his family more often. Often it would be early in the morning before their class had begun, and generally before the family were have been awake. Though sometimes Lyn or even Mar would have been up for whatever reason, and Tyrael greeted them warmly. Sometimes he even greeted Athalus without a hint of hostility, though they were still not on speaking terms. Tyrael often spends these mornings simply being with them, making them food or bringing them presents. Too often does he spoil Lyn with gifts, more toys, weapons, and even some magic trinkets. He even made some armor for her toy teddy bear. At first it was just a joke, until he heard about it's magic enchantments. Tyrael was a bit jealous that Uicle had managed to beat him to creating a guardian for Lyn. Still, he couldn't fault the toy itself; it did it's job. So Tyrael made it a small suit of armor, making the bear look like a knight, complete with wooden sword and shield. However while the sword and shield were just toys, the armor was very much real: it should do a good job protecting the bear from harm should he don it into battle.
Of course, presents weren't the only thing Tyrael gave Lyn. He also told her many tales about his adventures in the past, most of them embellished, but they were true. Or at least they happened. His involvement in some may have been exaggerated, but most were true. He simply skipped over more... Unpleasant parts of his past. But aside from stories, as Lyn continued to grow into a fully human adult, Tyrael made his decision. He knew that despite his power and his wishes, he couldn't always be there to protect Lyn from demons. The fact that she was physically fully grown adult reminded him that one day she would leave the nest and explore the world on her own. He had always thought that she would be like her mother and just stay near family, however... Lyn was different. She was not forged from the rigid environment Mar was raised in. Lyn has been exposed to emotions and passions, of love and sorrow, of fear and fury. These things were part of her, but not the emotional stoicism that her mother still practices. So while Lyn and Mar share many similarities, ultimately Lyn was her own character. She would do things her way, and Tyrael would at least ensure she does what she wants to do well.
So he wanted Lyn to learn how to fight demons, and the best way to do that was to let her fight demons. Specifically, Tyrael. It was only a week after Tyrael started to visit Mar and her family did he propose the training. There was some hesitance of course, what with Tyrael being who he was. But he did remind them that he also taught demonomancy, and it wasn't just because he was a master. He was a proficient teacher, even if his methods aren't agreeable to some. Her preferred a practical, hand's on approach to thing, and because he wanted to give Lyn the best training, she would face her best opponent. So once she was approved, Tyrael began to teach her how to fight demons.
Today was simply another lesson. He had taught her how to fight many variants, from imps to oozes, giants to abominations. Frankly, it would take Lyn years to learn how to fight against all variants, as there are many demons in the Inferno and she could face any of them. But he made sure to at least give her a basic idea of what to work with. For starters, equipment. Lyn was trained in daggers thanks to her father, but such short blades wouldn't be effective against larger demons. Even with enchantments they would have thick armor skin that would simply block the short blade. And while she would need to be fast and sharp to find their weak spots, some spots were simply too tough for even a demon-hunting dagger to pierce. But Lyn lacked the raw strength to simply put more force into a stab; she was lithe and agile, but strength was not her forte. Speed was, so Tyrael taught her now to apply that speed in a different way than simply a flurry to blows: momentum.
Thus one of the weapons he gave to Lyn to learn was a handaxe. While far smaller than the battleaxes or greataxes that Tyrael would use, even a small handaxe, with the right amount of speed and precision, could split armor. With an axe Lyn would have a better chance against not just tough demons, but armored humans as well, and even against unarmored ones an axe would still chop them in twain. But whether or not Lyn chose to use it was ultimately up to her: he taught her all she needed to know to use it effectively. Now it was up to her to make use of her knowledge.
Today's fight took place in the courtyard. Normally Tyrael would set up an environment where a demon might attack Lyn, such as a forest or cave. This way she could learn to use the environment against Tyrael. And while the courtyard had some things around which Lyn could take advantage of, it was far more open than most places, giving her little to work with aside from her skills. Tyrael approached her in his humanoid form, wielding a large club in his right hand. It explained it to Lyn that most demons would use their natural weapons such as talons, teeth, or horns, but others with more strength and skill may use weapons, often large ones like his club or great swords. And thanks to their strength, they could handle those weapons far greater than most mortals could. A weapon that a strong human would need two-hands to use may be handled like a simple stick in the hands of a brute demon. Trying to compete with a demon's strength was a fool's errand; instead, Tyrael wanted Lyn to use her speed instead. A demon, no matter how strong or tough, still has a weakness. If they're humanoid, it's even easier. Aiming for the joints like the knees or armpit is often a good slot. Blinding them with something thrown at their faces, or breaking their fingers. For those who flaunt it, Tyrael even told Lyn to aim for the groins. He didn't explain what a groin was aside as "The area between your legs". He was going to teach her now to fight demons, not about her body.
This wouldn't be the first time the two sparred and hopefully it will not be the last. Tyrael often let's Lyn win these bouts as he generally fights like a brute instead of a warrior, however this time was going to be different. After their first battle, he wasn't going to fight Lyn as a barbarian, but as a true demon. But first, they'd have to fight. Slamming his club into the ground Tyrael got into his fighting stance. He bent his knees, his legs shoulder-width apart. His left leg was forward towards Lyn while his right was braced, ready to either charge or hold his ground. Tyrael held his club with both hands, the massive weapon raised above his head, ready to bring it down with lightning speed. It left his body exposed, but this stance would allow Tyrael to strike quickly or block, if needed. The grey demonic orc looked at Lyn.
"Are you ready?" “I think?” Lyn replied.
Now twenty-one years old in appearance, the hybrid stared at her god-uncle with uncertainty in her expression. Her lower lip bitten in a nervous and childish gesture but her eyes never left the fallen demonomancer. At any moment the lesson would begin, either allowing her to defend against him or be tossed to the ground to recover then lose a chance to make Tyrael proud. Her outfit for the training lesson was pretty simple since she was going on a mission afterward. She wore a thigh long tunic with a thick leather belt about her waist, tight breeches shaped about her legs and boots covered her usually bare feet. Her two main weapons were her throwing daggers about her thigh and ax blade given by Tyrael. She also had a small practice pouch of seeds, which included devil’s snare to wheat, just for extra options in the fight.
Due to her association with the caravan incident, she had requested to be part of the Djarkel mission. She partly hoped to meet the vampire she once met as a child and shown how much she had grown since the last time they met. In the meanwhile, Lyn had extended her knowledge through various training from multiple sources, including her god-uncle. With Alaira’s sword lessons, Tyrael’s ax training, Meirin’s hand to hand instruction over the basics and Lucilia’s coaching in creating plant weaponry, she was feeling more like a weapons master than a child anymore. Though she appreciated it and understood that with her recent events in her life made everyone on edge, she was starting to miss being just a normal girl. Most of the lessons were difficult as she sought to please them all and absorb what they had to teach her, but not a single one seemed focused on her developing her own style of fighting. Now wasn’t the time to let it bother her, though.
She tilted her right foot forward, just a little ahead of her other creating the side of a v. She bent her knees slightly as she held her ax out in front of her and at the ready with one hand. It raised a bit above chest level and behind her, ready to come down across her body in a power strike. Her hands were covered by finger-less gloves to improve her grip while she stood there waiting to be attacked. Despite her god-uncle’s training, Lyn had never been able to bring herself to go on the offense in the beginning of each spare. It was unnatural and made her feel more like the aggressor than the defender.
"Good."Tyrael charged forward. He moved fast, covering ground quickly. One thing Lyn needed to learn that just because the demon was bigger than her, that didn't mean it was slow and sluggish. Quite the contrary: they could explode with sudden energy and quickly overwhelm her if she didn't stay sharp. Fortunately for her, Tyrael's attack was simple: Once he was within range, he simply slammed his club down at Lyn. He stomped his right foot forward to brace himself as he swung his club down, his right hand above his left in his grip. Tyrael aimed just a bit past where Lyn was instead of trying to nail her directly with the tip of the club. This way if she took a step back, she would run right into the top of his club. If she was too slow, she'd find the massive wooden bludgeon just inches from her face. He was holding back just barely, to ensure that Lyn wasn't seriously hurt. Though in doing so, Tyrael made a slight opening due to pausing, which Lyn might be cunning enough to capitalize on.
Lyn frowned, her eyes watching and counting seconds in Tyrael’s movements. 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato… She wasn’t expecting her attacker to stay at that speed during combat but his timing gave her an estimate preparation time for a few tricks up her sleeves whenever she created distance between them. A moment he reached within her range, she jerked back. At the same time, she brought her ax down across her body causing it to nick into the club just under the ax’s blade. It wasn’t much but the force enabled her to redirect the force to her side. It would take a bit of time for him to redirect the weapon, speed or not, especially when he was using both hands.
Tyrael's club slammed into the ground hard, burying itself a few inches into the stone. He figured he'd follow through with his strike once Lyn was able to avoid it, wouldn't want her to think he was going easy on her. Lyn would have the perfect opening to get a stab at Tyrael, but only if she went on the offensive. So if she didn't capitalize on it now, then she'd regret it as Tyrael dragged his club from the ground, swinging it wide in her direction. If she was watching, she'd see his attack when he shifted his left foot towards her, switching his stance to face her. This way his left foot was forward, right foot bracing back, and using his whole body to swing lift his club from the ground and towards Lyn's left side, but this time going low towards her legs.
The moment her uncle's club hit the ground, she reached down for her knives near her thigh. She ripped it free then immediately stepped backwards before she leaned forward and let it loose. The blade flew straight but didn't seem to reach its mark before the vines on her dagger extended and became a snare. The thin vine quickly wrapped tightly about Tyrael's arm then about his body, trying to entangle his attacking arm to hinder his ability to use his arm. She followed up with an attempt to slice his tricep with her ax blade while he was busy with his struggling. However, her attack fell short as she paused in hesitation and shock at what she was about to do.
Now that wasn't a trick Tyrael taught Lyn.
A single dagger going into his side might've hurt, especially if it was one of his enchanted ones, but nothing that he couldn't shrug off. But instead of getting stabbed, her dagger exploded into a vine of plants and entangled Tyrael. Insticitvely his arm shot out to knock the dagger away but it was too late; the vines wrapped around his hands and quickly reached his body. They were going to go to his other arm and bind them as well, removing his ability to fight back effectively. It was a smart move, and Lyn even went to capitalize on his immobilization. For now Tyrael tried to focus on dealing with the vines, using what little maneuverability he had to reach for the dagger. He guessed that Lyn was using her magic to cause a seed or something within the dagger to grow rapidly, so if he could reach the root of it and destroy it that should hopefully stop the vines. But considering that he wasn't an herbamancer, Tyrael had no idea that Lyn could simply channel her magic through the rest of the vines and keep Tyrael entangled, forcing him to use brute strength or even his magic to escape.
He did eventually feel a sting against his finger, which meant he found the blade. Ignoring the burning sensation he reached for the dagger, but something else was amiss. He didn't feel the sting of another blade yet. He tried to turn his head towards Lyn and saw her standing there. Did she miss? Did she even attack? Tyrael didn't have eyes on the back of his head so he didn't know, but the fact she wasn't capitalizing on his current immobilization would be her downfall. While he couldn't move his arms very well, he could still move his feet just fine. So Tyrael lunged at Lyn to tackle her while he continued to get a hold on the dagger. He was at it's hilt now, just a few more inches and he could crush the grip and hopefully the root of these plants.
Lyn just stood there for what seemed like several agonizing moments. The time ticked by while her body was frozen by her doubt and deep down she knew it was costing her precious seconds. Logically she knew she had to attack, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This was her uncle her heart argued. Not some raging, heartless thing as her mind fought to get her to move. It wasn’t working. She gritted her teeth when Tyrael rushed forward causing her to dart to the side, her shoulder hitting the ground and her feet moving from the ground while she rolled. Dirt clung to her new outfit as she scrambled back to her feet, ungracefully, then again rushed forward to attack Tyrael’s exposed back.
Tyrael now had the dagger in his grip, and freeing his other hand by dropping his club he started to tear the vines off his body. They put up a good fight at first but now that he was giving it his all, Tyrael was able to tear the vines from his arms easily. But one thing worried him more than the vines. Lyn had many, many opportunities to attack him while he was dealing with the vines. If she did strike him when he was still trapped, he wouldn’t have escaped the vines without having to put some effort into stopping her. She was hesitating, and Tyrael knew it wasn’t because she was scared. Lyn has proven to be brave on many occasions, and despite his monstrous looks Lyn wasn’t afraid of Tyrael. No, it was the opposite; she loved him too much. She doesn’t want to hurt her uncle, despite the fact that Lyn would need a lot more than just magic daggers to kill him. But she was still young, and the point of this training was to get her accustomed to fighting demons. Because not all demons looked like monsters. The cruel ones, the ones she should really worry about, will look like her friends and family.
By the time Lyn would get close enough to strike Tyrael ripped the vines off his body and tossed it in her direction. Whether or not she dodges or gets hit, when she looks at Tyrael again he had changed. He was smiling; Tyrael almost never smiles. His face simply didn’t have the… Parts for it. But not only was he smile, it was far too wide, with irregular lips and flat, squarish teeth. HIs body had shifted from the grey chitin to something more metallic. He looked… Artificial. Like one of Uicle’s golems, but twisted into something vaguely humanoid but far from human. And one of the most notable things was his face; no eyes, no nose, or ears, nothing. Just a smooth, blank grey vistage.
Lyn wasn’t quite prepared for the vines coming her way. They immediately snagged and entangled her torso causing her to tumble and trip, crashing into the ground hard. She let out a hiss of pain as she felt a slight wetness down her leg. Her eyes turned to it for a moment, missing Tyrael’s change, and noted she had minor scrape across her right leg. It wouldn’t hurt her movement but it hurt if she focused on it.
”Nice try.” Even Tyrael’s voice had changed into something more high-pitch and less gutral. He was trying his best to not be the same Tyrael that Lyn knows and loves.
”But not good enough.” Even without a weapon Tyrael was still dangerous, so he charged at Lyn and reached out to grab her by the vines that binds her. He couldn’t go easy on her, but also didn’t want to hurt her, so Tyrael intended to pick up Lyn and toss her into a pile of snow near by.
The voice caused the hairs on her neck to tremble and quiver. Her eyes turned to spot a creature so different from her Uncle that was impossible to realize he had originally been there before. The ax was slowly cutting the vines away when Tyrael gripped the vines then jerked. The material quickly snapped at the absolute last second, much to her relief, as she struggled to regain her balance. She quickly fell to the ball of her feet with wobbly legs then resume the fight. Her ax cut in quickly before her opponent could realize she was no longer tied by the vine and aimed at his upper left thigh, the outside exposed during his attempt to toss her.
A handful of vines hit the snow pile, but had a conspicuous lack of Lyn in it. Tyrael knew that she had somehow managed to escape, but before he could turn back to resume his attack he felt a blade cut into his left thigh. The pain made his smile grow wider and caused him to buckle a little, but not enough to get him on his knee. He turned his body sharply towards Lyn, not caring if the blade of her axe was buried in his thigh or not, and swung his left fist towards Lyn. She needed to move in and out of his range, knowing that just one of these blows would be enough to knock her off her feet and onto the ground, where he could overwhelm her quickly.
Lyn didn’t have enough time to dislodge the ax. Her hands let go and sidestepped to her right, letting Tyrael’s fist slam into the snow covered ground. Or at least, she suspected it would. While the towering behemoth of a creature turned sharply, her right hand went for her own thigh and jerked up two daggers. One held another vined handle which meant she could easily tangle him up and give him issues. Despite how often this trick was done, it still resulted in the same issues as she had tested upon her father with great pride over finding a non harmful way to trap her targets and keep her allies safe. However, she knew it still needed improvements since her uncle and likely any demon the same strength could break free eventually.
She tossed her vine covered dagger behind her during her move to create distance between herself and Tyrael. It naturally exploded into a snare again and wrapped about anything within its path. This was immediately followed by her other one, the dagger having more aim to nail her target’s tricep and hinder his mobility in using his own weapon.
The first thing Tyrael did was take the axe out from his leg and tossed it far away. Lyn still needed to learn how to strike fast with her axe, getting the blade stuck in her enemies was something Tyrael was trying to teach her out of. But for now, her axemanship would have to be put on hold. She needed to figure out how to stop him first, and then improve her methods later. He took a few steps towards her, but noticed that his left leg had a little limp. He looked down and saw that Lyn had actually managed to cut deep into Tyrael’s leg. His smile only grew as he continued towards Lyn.
She took out two daggers. Tyrael figured these daggers also contained seeds with vines to ensnare him, so he wasn’t going to fall for it a second time. He reached down to grab some snow just as Lyn used a dagger to block his path, and when a second one was thrown directly at him, Tyrael intercepted her dagger by tossing up two large handfuls of snow, causing the dagger to get knocked aside. The vines in front of him were a bit of a problem, but that just meant he needed to go around them. Or over them. Getting low to the ground Tyrael jumped high into the air, over the vines that Lyn had made. However his show of athleticism was a double-edge blade; while it allowed him to avoid the vines that would have ensnared him, lacking any means of aerial mobility Tyrael would not be able to dodge anything for the few seconds he was in the air. If Lyn was fast and her aim was true, she could nail him with another dagger in mid-jump.
Lyn hadn’t stopped moving. When her uncle went high, she sought the nearest snowbank and darted behind it before he could see her. The snow made a perfect cover for her movements while she gripped another two daggers, about three still left, and monitored her mage blood levels. She had about enough she guessed for about two more of her daggers and about a few of her seeds. Anymore then she’s going to be in serious trouble. Her heart pounded and jumped in her chest as she jerked from her hiding place then snapped her arm forward, this time not activating her vines. The blade aimed for Tyrael’s face in a hope to clip him unexpectedly. It was a basic instinctive reaction and before she could stop it, her fingers had let go of the tip.
The knife did hit Tyrael’s face, technically. He caught the blade with his mouth and started eating it. An intimidation tactic mostly, despite how painful it was for him to do this. From where the knife came, he knew Lyn was trying to hide, so Tyrael let out a chuckle as cold as the snow around him and charged. Where others might have to move around or over the snow, Tyrael simply used brute force to plow through the snow bank. Sure, this did irritate the wound on his leg, but it was just a single cut. Nothing that would cripple him… For now.
”You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape me!” Tyrael let out an evil bellow. He needed to make sure Lyn knew that just because he was a demon, that not all demons were like him. They would not show mercy, they would not be honest. They were monsters, and she needed to treat them like monsters. Fear them like monsters. And kill them for the monsters they were.
As Tyrael charged through the snow, he activated Lyn’s traps. Seeds hidden underneath the snow rapidly grow into long needles right underneath his feet. The first few were crushed before they could do much, but before Tyrael could move out a few more seeds grew and impaled his feet.
”Gah!” Tyrael jumped to the side before he ran into more of the spikes. His feet had a few of the thin needles stabbing through. If he weren’t a demon, this would have been crippling to others. He broke the needles and forced them out of his feet, but now he was having a bit of a hard time standing. Each step put pressure on his wounds and caused the black ichor to soak the snow.
”Tch… I was too careless. Of course she would lay traps for me.” Tyrael too needed to reevaluate his strategy, just a little. Roaring and chasing Lyn may be appropriate for a demon, but he needed to be like a hunter now. So the first thing he needed was to get his club back.
Lyn winched when she watched the dart being chomped. She had moved from her position, scattering a few seeds in her wake, as she moved for the next snow mound. When he snapped the wheat ‘spikes’ she felt immediately bad for hurting her uncle and fought the instinct to pull out and apologize. It wouldn’t be much of training if she acted like a child after all, her throat swallowing the lump that collected there then moved. He was heading for his club by the way his steps sounded, the heavy weight applied made a crunch sound with each movements causing her to edge out from her hiding spot.
She was at his side, her head quickly ducked back into the cover just when he came into sight. Her eyes widened in shock at close she came to being discovered then slide to the snow mound’s other side. Lyn was careful to make his own pace by walking when he did to match each sound. She had grabbed another dagger, putting two back in her hand, and jerked out to aim one right at Tyrael’s exposed back.
Reaching his club Tyrael leaned down to pick it up. When he got back up, he felt a knife hit his back. He turned towards the direction Lyn had come from… And then moved away from her position. Lyn was hiding, so Tyrael needed to hide as well. But he knew he couldn’t go far, not with blood seeping out from his feet. So he needed Lyn to come to him. Covering his tracks the best he could, Tyrael kept moving, slowly, and trying to keep his senses out for Lyn. But without a proper range weapon he knew that Lyn could keep her distance, and if she was smart she would just keep laying traps and try to outlast him. It was a smart idea, but with only one drawback: All Tyrael needs to do is catch her once. If she can’t stop him, then she couldn’t outlast him.
Grabbing a handful of snow, Tyrael packed it tightly until it was firm enough to survive being thrown.
Lyn had managed to move over by where Tyrael had fallen into her trap. Her hands checking her remaining practice reserves and noted she was good on seeds, but running dangerously low on tricks. She looked to the right and spotted her ax several meters away and no way realistically she was able to cover that distance without being seen. There was one shot she still had as she darted from her hiding spot then tossed another dagger at Tyrael’s lower leg. She had another in her hand ready to fire off, her mage blood pouring into the vines upon her handle.
Tyrael spotted Lyn making a run for her axe. There was a bit of distance between them, but so was there distance between Lyn and her axe. Chuckling darkly, Tyrael moved his club to intercept the dagger. The blade bounced against the harden wooden exterior of his club, and with careful aim, Tyrael chucked his snowball right at Lyn. He led his shot as if Lyn was a small deer, aiming for the center of her body.
Lyn cursed under her breath when Tyrael blocked the attack, her eyes widened in surprise when he chunked a snowball at her. Usually they were soft and powder, but this one had been tightly packed enough it was like rock. She tried to lower her body to avoid and reached for her seeds. She wasn’t quick enough as she felt the snowball smack into her shoulder. It crumbled but it still hurt, her feet stumbled and her body was sent sideways into the snow. She landed face down into the snow with a small yelp of pain, then silence.
Her figure didn’t move. It still, either possibly from being knocked out on impact or from having the breath knocked out of her. Her seed bag was empty and discard, the little dots lost in the white snow after the projectile smacked her. Her dagger was still in her hand through it appeared her grip had loosen. She didn’t move and when Tyrael came close, he would notice there was a still off coloring in the snow. Reddish in hue…
Tyrael gave himself a silent congratulation at knocking Lyn down with his snowball. He went over to Lyn to “finish” her off, though that mostly just meant saying that he had defeated her. But as he got closer, he noticed something off. He saw… Blood?
”What? No, no no no! It was just a snowball!” Tyrael dropped his club and dashed over to Lyn, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg. He slid onto his knees and checked Lyn for injuries. She was bleeding, but he didn’t know how. It wasn’t as if he put any rocks or ice into that snowball, and it was made from fresh snow as well. He hoped that he didn’t overestimate his strength, but… He started to worry. This was exactly what he feared. The moment he let’s loose just a little, thinking that he was holding back or that he could show off a little, and people get hurt.
”Lyn, please, wake up…” Slowly, Tyrael turned Lyn over to check for her injuries.
Lyn found it hard to remain still the whole time. She heard him blaming himself and immediately drop the club, his hands feeling around for broken bones. Her fingers tightened subtly over her handle of her dagger. Her breathing remained steady despite her heart being weighed down by guilt and shame, her eyes still closed shut. When Tyrael finally turned her about to inspect the self-inflicted slice on her arm, namely the lower, her body immediately twisted quickly and planted the dagger into his thigh. There were slight tears in her eyes when she jerked her hand backwards as she cradled her hurting shoulder, the tendons still sore from the impact but felt uninjured otherwise.
On contact, the vines rupted into the wound made from the ax then spread under the skin.
Shock. Anger. Fear. And a bit a pride. These were the things going through Tyrael’s mind when he felt Lyn’s dagger sink into his leg. In his surprise he could only watch as Lyn’s dagger bursted into vines, which snaked into the wound on his leg. It was actually rather painful. He immediately reached down to tear the dagger out but he was too late; the vines were already snaking through his leg and tearing apart his flesh from the inside out. Where did Lyn learn something like this? Did Lucilia sneak some lessons with her? The pain in Tyrael’s legs was far worse than when Lyn cut him with her axe or impaled his legs.
”Gah! Mercy, mercy!”Tyrael could have easily just forced the vines out of his body, either pulling them out or using his magic to purge his body of the vines. But he decided that Lyn was did well. This entire time he worried that Lyn’s feelings about himself would make her hold back, but he failed to consider how his feelings for Lyn would affect him. Plus, this was really painful and Lyn was actually hurt. They both could use some healing.
The woman was sitting across from Tyrael, her arms propping herself upright and her legs crossed over each other. She was shaking slightly. Not because of her mage blood, through she had used quite a bit, being so low but due to the guilt she felt over the deception. However it was the only way she knew to draw him in close and she didn’t want to let her uncle down, her unwounded arm reached up to wipe away the tears rivering down her cheeks. Her emotions were still trying to mature and given the fact her mother’s were extreme, it was little surprise she had inherited them too.
“I’m sorry… it was the only way I could get you to come in close. I couldn’t attack, it was hard.” Tyrael hugged Lyn gently, careful not to hurt her any further but wanting to give her a warm hug.
”You did excellent Lyn. I… Demons use emotions against you. They would deceive you, makes fighting them harder. But you could trick them too. Even demons have loved ones.” Tyrael wiped away more of Lyn’s tears, turning back to his regular form while pulling the vines out of his legs. His left leg was now very sore, so the both of them should go see Sam for a check up.
”Demons do not fight fairly, so you should not either. They can be very cunning, but they are not immune to their own tricks. Learn how they fight, and you can use their own attacks against them. But that is enough training for today. Let us go heal, and I will treat you to something delicious.” She nodded then placed her arm around her uncle’s neck, allowing him to help her upright onto her feet. It was fortunate she hadn’t hurt that as well when she went down hard. Together they made their way to the medical area where Sam sighed then started to patch the pair up, both being scolded for their recklessness then sent off on their way.
