Nixie, beautiful shape shifting creatures from the rivers of Germany and Scandinavia. Deadly, with voices to rival any sea siren and with a taste for children and foolish men. They were the female equivalent of a Näck in a way and far less solitary then their male counterparts. Kindred to Henry, they caused nothing but revulsion. For better or worse, the powers behind his birth had seen it fit to let him develop a mind more human and less morally repugnant. His people had never enjoyed sharing the forests with others, they were wicked and selfish things. And here they were, in all their gorgeous, deadly glory and they filled the Näck with dread. Because if the sirens of the north were here, other, even worse things might be involved. He recoiled as if punched, eyes wide and teeth bared like that of a rabid dog. Of all the unfortunate things to happen, of all the being to face. Why this, why now? He clenched his fists almost as if his arms were spasming. He had to focus, had to prepare to fight back the magic that undoubtedly was about to be unleashed from them. He hand to counter the magic that held the Werewolf matriarch in check. Had to save her. Nobody was going to die here today. Not this time. Not again.

“Hoyle. What is going on?” He inquired, the tenseness in his voice could clearly be heard as it almost seemed to crack. There was panic and anger. Henry was filled with cold fury bur worse then that, he was filled to the brink with fear. He felt as if he had unwittingly walked into a trap. “Why are Nixies here!?” He inquired in bewilderment. 

That's when they spoke. Their voices was thick with magic, he could feel it. What was worse, it called to his own magic and part of him wanted to sing with them. Most likely that was the intention considering what Hoyles words from before. But then again, Hoyle seemed as surprised as Henry. And that's when they acted. That knife slid across the womans throat, silver rendering the skin open, forcing blood to seep out. The scene was so alike that fatefull day so many years ago. The same kind of cruel execution. But this time it would end differently, Henry was going to make sure of that.

 And then Henrys entire being seemingly exploded out from its glamor. It was no use keeping human form anymore. He was certain, this was not a big coincidence. The Blue Lady, the one who once took everything from him had to have a hand in this. There was just no way she wasn't. And even if she wasn't part of this, these women knew who he was. Masks had no use anymore. His hair grew in length and lightened to the point it almost shone white. His features grew sharper, his ears elongated and his eyes seemed to narrow slightly as he became a being that clearly, did not belong to this world. The intense blue shine in his eyes grew in force until they were brimming with the magic that made the water spirit who he was. His body seemed to grow a few inches taller and his muscles seemed to grow even more fit. He stared at the two Nixies with contempt. He moved in tandem with the Centaur, letting him lead the charge. They were nixies, not hulks. Direct combat should not be their forte. He hoped he was right in this.