Assassins at Dusk (KOTLC FanFic)

33~Not as Close as you Thought~

Fitz POV

Alvar stood his ground, staring down a now bloody Vespera, as a voice called out. Fitz's friends scrambled back to where he was holding the book, all of them out of harm's way. The shadows started to shake and thicken, acting like a thick mist above a witch's cauldron.

"Tam, knock it off-"

"I'm not doing that," Tam whispered, gawking at the shadows. Suddenly, three figures swarmed out of different points of the shadows, cutting down more members and stopping, surrounding Vespera and the last of her goons. One of them looked like a greek god, light brown hair done in a man bun of sorts, golden decals twisted into the hair and stubble decorating his grizzled face. He wore silver armor over his entire body, with dark clothing underneath. The woman next to him Biana recognized immediately, a tall Native American woman, her dark hair tied up in a tight do behind her head, out of her face. She wore much lighter armor compared to the man next to her, silver chest plate, gauntlets, and shin guards. Underneath, she had a long black robe on, decorated with golden etching along the seams, and it hooded at the back of her neck. She had an angry face as she had a pointed a flame lit hand at Vespera's head.

A flame lit hand.

The woman was a Pyrokinetic.

The last shadow had a dark hood over the head and a cowl covering their nose and mouth. The hood prevented Fitz from getting a good look at her eyes, but by the shape of her body, she was distinctly female. She was wearing thick black robes with red strays of fabric coming out from the folds. Golden accent brought out the black and red, along with the gleaming throwing knives and more. Latches secured everything over what Fitz figured was armor, and she had an aura around her of power and stealth.

And flickering at her hands was a long silver sword, lighting reigning down the blade. In her other hand, ice and frost were sitting idle, ready to be thrown out in a moment's notice.

"You..." Vespera seethed, looking at the female figure with her lightning sword. The woman scoffed and mimicked Vespera's tone.

"Me," She jokingly snarled, obviously not intimidated by Vespera. The woman's shadowed eyes glazed over the book that was in Fitz's arms. Vespera followed the woman's gaze and smirked.

"We got here first; it's ours."

"The elves got here first." The heavily armored man claimed, pointing his head towards Fitz and the gathered friends. Leto squinted at the figures, words not forming correctly in his mouth.

"Give me the book!" Vespera exclaimed, ignoring the weapons and powers pointed at her.

"Do not let go of that book Fitz, no matter what!" Alvar yelled behind him, also staring down Vespera. Fitz's face hardened, and his hands tightened around the leather cover. Vespera's face morphed into even tighter anger, one of her only emotions, and she pointed her melder at Fitz. It all happened so fast.

She pulled down the trigger.

Everyone's face dropped.

The white-hot blast was coming for Fitz, straight in the chest.

And then hit a bright blue glittering forcefield that formed inches away from Fitz.

Fitz stumbled back and stared at the blue forcefield as it glittered away. Vespera's face went blank, and suddenly, another figure came out from behind the small crowd of elves. The same man that rescued Sophie, in the same dark blue robes and same weaponry.

"Oh come on, dirty shots like that? Where is your sportsmanship?" The man joked, stepping out in front of them with both his hands in his pockets, his hood shadowing his face. Vespera glared at the man, before gasping, and anger slowly filling her face again.