Eclipse - Act 2 - Of Blood and Truth

Chapter 25 - Icarus

Eryka

Her mask shattered from the sudden attack by Icarus, aura broken in a bright blue flash and she grunted from the pain. "Where is the Summit's Mentor?" Icarus bellowed at her, his dreads fell over his furious dark grey and red eyes. He snarled through that mechanical jaw that was fused to his face, scarring covered where his mouth once existed.

"Get off me Icarus!" Eryka yelled, slamming both her boots into his chest. He was launched away from her, until he thrusted towards her once again, and he grabbed her by the neck, and they both soared across the sky. Eryka yelled in anger, punching him again and again and again in the face. Her knuckles scratched against the metal plates in his jaw, splitting the skin and hot pain pulsated in the bone. She grit her teeth, as she felt the ground get closer and closer, until Icarus threw her down into the snow. The soft white ice shattered around her, covering her body, she groaned, looking up at Icarus as he dove down towards her.

Dulcis suddenly flew in and slashed his claws across his face, knocking the Assassin out of the sky. Icarus grunted, crashing straight through the trees, but he used the wings like a shield, wrapping them around his body and he bounced across the rocks. Until he suddenly splayed the long metal bladed feathers out, and drew two Khopeshes that had deep red electricity crackling along the curved blades.

The Dual Khopeshes were named Undying Hatred.

Eryka pushed herself back up and she aimed Constantine Damascus at him, the arrow trained on his head. "Just calm the hell down, man! There does not have to be a fight! We just cleared out the Grimm up here!" Eryka yelled at him, he growled and clenched his fist.

"Where is he? I have been hunting him for a very long time now! I know I am close!" Icarus yelled with intense anger in his voice, but Eryka was loyal to her old friend. She narrowed her eyes and she shook her head, scratching the snow off her cold cheek.

"I know what you intend to do to him, Icarus. What happened... he was a different man then!" She argued, he snarled as he stared at her. The mask hissed, and he ripped the two canisters from them, and he grabbed two more from the bandolier across his torso. They glowed red, and there was some form of liquified nutrients and water in there, sustenance to keep him alive without his jaw. He connected the cannister and he twisted it round, locking it in and the hissing stopped, pressurizing as they continued to feed him as usual.

His ragged metallic breaths halted, yet he still growled, and the red electricity – both fire and electricity combined – coursed across the blades of his Khopeshes. He removed them from within the wings of the Wingsuit, perfectly hidden away. "I will not ask again, Falconess. Where is he?"

"We've worked together before, Icarus. Is this really how you want our friendship to end?" Eryka questioned, keeping that arrow focused on her target.

"We fought for a common goal, that does not make us friends." Icarus growled as he held the Khopeshes tight.

Eryka pouted. "Aw... you hurt me, Icarus."

"Not yet." He growled, until he suddenly shot forward, using his wings to bat the incoming arrow aside. The projectile shattered like glass against the metal wings, and he jumped up in the air, kicking Eryka in the jaw. She grunted, staggering back as he swung his wing round and slammed the metal feathers into her chest. She was thrown once again from the attack, and she crashed back in the snow, rolling through the thick dunes of ice. She coughed, spat blood from her mouth and split lip. She turned and saw him sprinting towards her, clashing his curved blades together.

Once, twice and thrice!

He roared with anger, his voice crackled as his organic and synthetic vocal chords fought constant. He brought both of them down, and she rolled out of the way, burning and crackling dust covered the blades. The snow melted instantly from the explosive attack, and as she stood up, the Bow Form of Constantine Damascus collapsed down into the Shotgun Form. She grit her teeth and fired, launching the arrowheads in clusters into his armour and aura protected body. He recoiled from each impact, a crackling orange aura covered his body, he grunted and kept getting pushed from her weapon. She stood tall again and held her weapon, allowing it to return back into its Bow Form.