Revenge

Revenge: Hope

(Plot, Impossible anime inspired fight scene, Exploding Demons, No Sex)

The knock on the front door downstairs stirred Thalnya from her slumber. She threw on her robe and left Mat sleeping as she went to check the door. Her muscles still ached from her assault the night before.

She peeks out of the peep hole and her heart sinks to see the slightly graying emerald hair of her Father in Law Kyllan. Fear spreads though her.. Kyllan can smell bullshit a mile away. If he puts this all together Sabre may get killed without her even breaking her promise to that bastard warlock.

“Lass, Eh can here yah behind the door.” He remarks in a think almost dwarven accent.
She sighs and opens the door. “Hello Kyllan.” She says. Kyllan knows something wrong right away, The place smells off is his first clue. The bruise on his daughter in laws face is the second.

“Whet’s goin on, Lass?” He questions while drawing a dwarven style rifle with the inscription “War Bringer” from his back that and glancing around for the danger he feels around him. She Panics, he notices. “Its nothing Kyllan. I just have a guest.”

“Don’t want me tah wake em?” Kyllan asks with a eyebrow bringing the riffle to a rest on his shoulder. “No, You should really comeback later.” She says knowing that by now he’s noticed how nervous she is.

“So, Whats yer buddies name?” He asks. Thalnya seeing chance to give information with out breaking her oath to Mat takes it. “His name is Mat, I wouldnt really call him a buddy. We met in Tanaris. Kyllan nodded catching her phrasing.

“Es ’e ‘njoyin the guest room?” Kyllan asks while glancing up the stairs. A cold distain fills Thalyna’s voice as she replies. “No. He’s in the room at the top of the stairs.” Kyllan’s skin turns a shade of pale purple, He knows which room that is from before he passed this house down to his son and Thalyna on their wedding day. Thats the master bedroom.

Kyllan turns to the door. “E’ll get out of yer hair Lass. Went me tah say Hi te Sawier fer yah?” He ask walking to the door. Sawier, Thalyna thinks for a moment Sawier is a Paladin that fought along side of Thal and Sabre during their brief time in Northrend. She had grown very close to him then and not only trusted him with her life but with her very soul. “Yes. Tell him I would like to see him.” She says.

Kyllan leaves as Thalyna sits down at the table hoping he was able to catch everythings she didnt say. She was gambling on her husbands life that Kyllan would figure this all out.

***Iron Forge***

Sawier leaned against the cold iron frame of the tram watching the sea life zoom pass at what will always seem to him as unbelievable speeds. Kyllan has said that he wanted to see him about Thalyna, This both excited and bothered him. He hadnt seen Thal, as he called her in almost a year. He fealt a little brushed aside when she went back to Kalimdore to take over watching Sabre personally.

Prior to that She had shared a brief set of romantic encounters that never seemed to lead past the glancing in each others eyes and almost kissing.

Sawier suspected but never confirmed that Thal left for Kalimdore to avoid the temptation of cheating on a husband that was unlikely to wake in Sawiers lifetime.

The tram schreeched to a halt on the Ironforge end of things and the old hunter he knew as Kyllan was standing their in full combat gear. “Yah’ll goin tah wahr?” Sawier ventures in a think Westfall Accent as he steps of the tram.

“Laddy, Ef ye eint noticed. We’ve been et war fer a few years now.” Kyllan smirks back.

“So, What goin on then?” The Paladin asks. “Thal has gotten 'er self entah ah bit eh trouble. Em Goin teh get her out of et.” The hunter replies.
“And yah need me tah heal yeh.” The Paladin question. “No, Eh have a another job fer yeh.” Kyllan says while eyeing the long brown haired human. “And that is.” Sawier asks.
“Eh need yeh to use that head eh yers and figure out eh plan with brains.. En case eh fail. She said his name was Mat, Frem Tanaris check with them crenky women et the temple in Darnassuss. They’d know.” The hunter all but orders.

“Sounds ah plan. And Yah'll be doin what?” Sawier asks. Kyllan smirks. “Whet Eh do best Laddy. Run en gun drawn.... Shoot."

***That night, Ashenvale Forest.***

Kyllan has been watching the bastards moves all day. It brought him to two conclusions. The first was simply that he was no real match for this Warlock head on. Kyllan had just re-seasoned himself to wearing mail. Most of which still felt to heavy on him for that reason he was still wearing his leather gear. The second was the most important thing this guy oozed over confidence in his moves.

If Kyllan could anger him enough he could possible trick him into chasing him to the river and shove him in the cold fast moving current and hope that the ‘lock is beatin to death by the speed of the river.

His tactic was simple. Keep his distance, Use every trick in the book to keep the Warlock from summoning his demon and keep luring an angry opponent into traps. In the mean time his wolf would be acting as distraction.

Kyllan watches as Mat led Thalyna by the wrist in the direction of her home. If he was going to do this he needed to do it now. He leapt out of the tree. not making a sound but instead taking careful aim of his gun and focusing on his target to let out a powerful shot at him.

Mat turns in the direction of the shot and moves to avoid it failing it hit him in the shoulder. Looking up he sees two more shots following in quick succession he knows he has to be hit by the first but can avoid the second.

A concussive boom wracks through his ears and mat his stunned. So stunned that he only catches the points of the ears into view when he feels an axe hit the back of his knee slowing him down.

Mat turns to face his opponent to know fear for a seconds. When his eyes come into focus he notices a slightly graying emerald haired elf rolling away with a rip cord pulled out from a small box that is surrounded by jagged teeth that emits a whirring noise.

Kyllan hears the scream of the Warlock right before the boom of his explosive trap. He darts behind a tree so he can catch his breath and plan his next move. He knows the warlock hasnt been dropped just yet.

“Come out, And I will give you a painless quick death.” Mat Gloats as he starts chanting a spell in demonic. The rustle of leaves from behind him cause mat to react on impulse throwing a bold of dark power in the direction of the disturbance.

A wolf come jumping out of the bushes and bites the warlock firmly on the hand pulling him off balance for just a few moments before he instills it with fear sending it running.

Mat turns around to catch his breath but is interrupted by the feeling of a bullet plowing its way through his belly. He turns in time to be met head first by another concussive round followed by something that stings and fills him with sickness.
Unable to see when he falls to his knees he only hears the quickly approaching footsteps of his opponent. “Thalnya get rid of this hunter.” Mat commands.

Kyllan is unprepared for the Holy smite that hits him in the side, It throws off his timing and his trap wont be exploding close enough to the warlock to do any real damage. He looks up to his daughter in law tears in her eyes casting a follow up smite in his direction.

Kyllan blocks it with his gun and rolls into the woods. He ducks behind a tree and shadow melds. She was acting against her wishes but there is no way he can take both of them. Glancing over at the cliff he knows he is only a few feet from the river. if he can get them on the cliff he just needs to send the Warlock over.

His train of thought was gets interrupted by the sounds of a Felgaurds axe slicing though the tree above his head. He rolls out in front on himself pulling the rip cord on a frost trap and slowing the demon for a few second.

An idea crosses his head. One crazy enough to work. Most rules of war say he who has the higher ground wins. he starts loading his riffle with the explosive powered from an explosive trap and ties the rip cord to the trigger. tossing it on his back he draws out his axes he makes turns and charges head on towards the raging demon.

It swings its mighty axe and gets it stuck in the ground. Kyllan uses it as a level to charge up the things arm, slashing everything he can see with his axes on the way up. The demon recoils and lets out a scream of either pain or frustration.

Seizing his moment Kyllan replaces his axes at his side and draws his riffle. He takes a jump off of the things head and hurls the riffle down its wind pipe. Bracing himself for a ride he pulls the rip cord and jumps.

With an earth shattering kaboom the demon below him explodes in a wave of blood shrapnal and organs. Kyllan rides the shockwave into the air drawing his back up rifle and angling himself to fall into the river, His opponent demise will now be his narrow escape.

Turning to take a well placed shots he hits Mat with a barrage of arcane and concussive shots.

Thalnya’s heart sinks as she sees her father in law fall past the cliff into the raging river she knows is beyond it. She starts the heal that will be asked for in just a moment.

“Don’t worry.” Mat says. “I know you told him nothing. So your husbands life isnt forfeit. But his is the next time I see him.”

***Down The River***
Kyllan emerges from the water with the thought that could of hurt a hell of a lot worse but not by much. He looks around and lets out a sigh at the sight of the five blood elf rangers that have surrounded him.

Stepping out of the water as he draws his axes he sizes up the five women before saying. “Bring it on, Lassies.” Taking up a combat stance he aches and hurts but he will see how many he can take with him.

--To Be Continued.