4 years ago -
"My brother is worth a hundred of you Halfax," Ysa spat as she strained against the icy shackles that held her against the wall, "He'll come for me, and I would not be here when he gets here."
"You and your brother are gutter trash," Halfax shot back at her, boots echoing as he paced the the chamber, "You were plucked from your gutter home to serve as little more than breathing practice targets for the rest of us. You were never meant to rise, never meant to surpass, and certainly never meant dream of the same station as the rest of us."
"Really? Because the scoreboard back at home says something different," Ysa smirked back, "At least in your case."
"Shut up!" Halfax screamed, willing ice to form around Ysa's mouth. "When your brother comes I will set the world to proper order, and when I am finished with him I will make show you the only thing pretty little gutter trash is good for. The Master has given me the tool I need to see things put to right!"
The chamber began to echo with foot falls and a slow, sarcastic clap. Halfax turned and smiled at Yssen.
"Such a charmer, Halfax. It is a wonder my dear sister has refused every advance you have ever made at her," Yssen snickered as he stopped his advance into the chamber, clad in a black robe and masked. "Now. Let her go. I'd hate to embarrass you further by defeating you, again."
"So predictable. So arrogant. So assured of your ill gotten station," Halfax paced back and forth, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "Well, the Master has entrusted me to put things to right, and he has given me the tool I need to see you put in your place."
Halfax produced a small vial of thick purple liquid, uncorked it and swiftly drank the solution down. His body shuddered and shifted as he finished the vial's contents, and the room began to glow as aether began to be pulled toward him.
"The devil's blood now flows through my veins. Come gutter trash, have a taste for yourself." Halfax gestured and unleashed a torrent of icy shards at Yssen.
Yssen braced, making a small incision in his palm, and willed his sacrifice into a shield of emerald aether. He then willed his sacrifice into flame, convincing it to burn where he needed it to go. Struggling against the constant barrage of shards and cold Halfax set upon him, Yssen set to looking for an opening, any opening, to exploit. The struggle continued and Yssen sighed, silently berating himself for not seeing it sooner. He unleashed a wash of fire, concentrating his even his defenses into a large gout of flame in his opponent's direction. The impact from Halfax's icy shards tore through him and his robes, and Yssen was slammed into the back wall of the chamber. Seizing opportunity, Halfax leapt at him, concentrating his will into a razor sharp blade of ice. He placed the blade at Yssen's throat and grinned.
"You missed!" Halfax laughed, "It was not so easy this time was it, gutter trash! What will you do now? Hmmm?"
"I did not miss," Yssen grinned at Halfax, adding a wink for punctuation.
"HALFAX!" shouted Ysa, as she rose to her feet, "Let. My. Bother. GO!"
Eyes wide, Halfax turned to see Ysa channeling a nimbus of lightning through her wires. She charged like a bolt in his direction, sweeping her arms toward them and then pulling them tight behind her. Halfax squealed as the wires bit into his limbs and torso, and the lightning flowing through them began to do it's work on his flesh.
Ysa drew her wires tighter and tighter, sending more and more lightning threw them, until the there where no sounds left in the chamber. No sounds, save for her and her brother's breathing.
"That, did not look like it was pleasant," Yssen said as Ysa helped him to his feet, "Are you alright?"
"It probably wasn't, but he deserved it," Ysa replied coldly before shifting into a more pleasant tone," I'm fine. Thank you for coming for me. Are you alright?"
"Peachy," Yssen winced slightly, as Ysa began to examine and tend to the damage Halfax's shards had left behind. "Rule number one. You and me against the world, dear sister."
Ysa smiled as she tightened a bandage, "You and me against the world, dear brother."
Ul'dah, 3 days before impact -
Yssen pulled himself out of the darkness and rose to his feet. He has put up a decent enough fight, but there was no real chance of victory in his condition. Not in that particular fight at least. Well, not a complete victory latest. Before the fists of his three large opponents left him in the dark with his own thoughts, he had manage to tear off the emblem so proudly displayed on the Hellsguard's armor. He lifted himself up and gritted his teeth as he popped his shoulder back into place using the alley wall as leverage. There was no sign of Hope, or the three that had come for her. Yssen stared at the emblem in his hand.
"I made a girl a promise, boys. I don't do that lightly. A few preparations, and we'll meet again on my terms. Best you be ready for that. I keep my promises."
Yssen Van smiled, and slowly made his way over to the Phrontistery.
"My brother is worth a hundred of you Halfax," Ysa spat as she strained against the icy shackles that held her against the wall, "He'll come for me, and I would not be here when he gets here."
"You and your brother are gutter trash," Halfax shot back at her, boots echoing as he paced the the chamber, "You were plucked from your gutter home to serve as little more than breathing practice targets for the rest of us. You were never meant to rise, never meant to surpass, and certainly never meant dream of the same station as the rest of us."
"Really? Because the scoreboard back at home says something different," Ysa smirked back, "At least in your case."
"Shut up!" Halfax screamed, willing ice to form around Ysa's mouth. "When your brother comes I will set the world to proper order, and when I am finished with him I will make show you the only thing pretty little gutter trash is good for. The Master has given me the tool I need to see things put to right!"
The chamber began to echo with foot falls and a slow, sarcastic clap. Halfax turned and smiled at Yssen.
"Such a charmer, Halfax. It is a wonder my dear sister has refused every advance you have ever made at her," Yssen snickered as he stopped his advance into the chamber, clad in a black robe and masked. "Now. Let her go. I'd hate to embarrass you further by defeating you, again."
"So predictable. So arrogant. So assured of your ill gotten station," Halfax paced back and forth, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "Well, the Master has entrusted me to put things to right, and he has given me the tool I need to see you put in your place."
Halfax produced a small vial of thick purple liquid, uncorked it and swiftly drank the solution down. His body shuddered and shifted as he finished the vial's contents, and the room began to glow as aether began to be pulled toward him.
"The devil's blood now flows through my veins. Come gutter trash, have a taste for yourself." Halfax gestured and unleashed a torrent of icy shards at Yssen.
Yssen braced, making a small incision in his palm, and willed his sacrifice into a shield of emerald aether. He then willed his sacrifice into flame, convincing it to burn where he needed it to go. Struggling against the constant barrage of shards and cold Halfax set upon him, Yssen set to looking for an opening, any opening, to exploit. The struggle continued and Yssen sighed, silently berating himself for not seeing it sooner. He unleashed a wash of fire, concentrating his even his defenses into a large gout of flame in his opponent's direction. The impact from Halfax's icy shards tore through him and his robes, and Yssen was slammed into the back wall of the chamber. Seizing opportunity, Halfax leapt at him, concentrating his will into a razor sharp blade of ice. He placed the blade at Yssen's throat and grinned.
"You missed!" Halfax laughed, "It was not so easy this time was it, gutter trash! What will you do now? Hmmm?"
"I did not miss," Yssen grinned at Halfax, adding a wink for punctuation.
"HALFAX!" shouted Ysa, as she rose to her feet, "Let. My. Bother. GO!"
Eyes wide, Halfax turned to see Ysa channeling a nimbus of lightning through her wires. She charged like a bolt in his direction, sweeping her arms toward them and then pulling them tight behind her. Halfax squealed as the wires bit into his limbs and torso, and the lightning flowing through them began to do it's work on his flesh.
Ysa drew her wires tighter and tighter, sending more and more lightning threw them, until the there where no sounds left in the chamber. No sounds, save for her and her brother's breathing.
"That, did not look like it was pleasant," Yssen said as Ysa helped him to his feet, "Are you alright?"
"It probably wasn't, but he deserved it," Ysa replied coldly before shifting into a more pleasant tone," I'm fine. Thank you for coming for me. Are you alright?"
"Peachy," Yssen winced slightly, as Ysa began to examine and tend to the damage Halfax's shards had left behind. "Rule number one. You and me against the world, dear sister."
Ysa smiled as she tightened a bandage, "You and me against the world, dear brother."
Ul'dah, 3 days before impact -
Yssen pulled himself out of the darkness and rose to his feet. He has put up a decent enough fight, but there was no real chance of victory in his condition. Not in that particular fight at least. Well, not a complete victory latest. Before the fists of his three large opponents left him in the dark with his own thoughts, he had manage to tear off the emblem so proudly displayed on the Hellsguard's armor. He lifted himself up and gritted his teeth as he popped his shoulder back into place using the alley wall as leverage. There was no sign of Hope, or the three that had come for her. Yssen stared at the emblem in his hand.
"I made a girl a promise, boys. I don't do that lightly. A few preparations, and we'll meet again on my terms. Best you be ready for that. I keep my promises."
Yssen Van smiled, and slowly made his way over to the Phrontistery.
