Fire and Ice

Chapitre 18

Hurt, physical damage (fighting traces), angst.

You may ask why a simple human can be that powerful ? Well..... You'll see ^^ I had a hard time figuring him out but in the end I'm happy with the direction I chose for him.

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(V's POV)

V watched her fall, slowly, eyes closed while Griffon rushed to her wounded form. The poet had summoned the bird again, knowing he wouldn't reach her in time, his body was nothing but pain, trembling and unable to rush and catch her from the spot his familiar dropped him off. But the thought of losing her was too much, he cared too much for her, she was everything.... He had to try....

Nero was still fighting the remaining demons with Trish, protecting Lady who had collapsed on the floor and Dante was aiming for the black mage. No one else could save her, no one but him yet he was too weak.... Too tired, too far away.... Summoning Nightmare would give back some strength to the avian familiar but will leave him broken and unable to protect her if other demons were to show....

"Spread my feathers and set my wings on fire ! FLY !!" Her voice was steady, firm and clear yet he could tell how broken she was. How her body was trembling from pain as red light formed on her back, merging into her skin and creating two feathery transparent wings, bright red, glowing with fire inside. It slowed her fall, directing her toward him, suffering deforming her lovely face, tears flowing on her cheeks as she screamed and crashed on the ground a few feets away.

"Toots !" Griffon landed next to her, poking her body with his beak to get a reaction, cursing when he earned a faint groan from her lips. "Shit ! Don't do that again ! We told you, fighting him alone was suicidal ! You could have been....." The bird cursed again, not ending his sentence to look at his master who was hardly making the last few feets between them.

V stumbled but finally kneeled without grace in front of her, summoning the demonic bird back the next instant, grabbing her shoulders and helping her to sit. Her wounds didn't look too deep but the huge amount of cut all around her frame and the blood loss had weakened her even more. She smiled at him, asking him if he was alright, putting her own state aside.

"I should be the one asking you that, Sparrow." She looked so exhausted, her whole body leaning forward, her eyes battling to stay open, her wounds still bleeding.... "Why isn't your bird healing you ?" V inquired, worry, he was certain the bird had merged with her sooner so why couldn't he ease her pain ? And why had her hairs turned back to blond ?

Her answer was cut by a powerful detonation, causing her to fall into his arms with a gasp. The platform they had fought on was crumbling, the demons falling into ashes before they even touched the ground, Dante's sword still collided with the necromancer's staff, creating lightning bolts all around them. The dark mage was panting, his skin bleeding where the cracks were becoming bigger.

The sorceress wobbled against him, trying to straighten up again but failed. He pulled her closer, arms around her shoulders with one hand caressing her hairs. He wasn't the one to display affection publicly, even less in the middle of a battlefield but, right now, he didn't cared, both of them needed it, and there would be no more fighting for them. As soon as he put his chin on her crown, murmuring some soft words, he felt her relax, slowly leaning even more forward with all her weight.