Why you should not fuck with the Wild Hunt

Serena kicked up her staff, which she then used as leverage to jump a few meters back as John nocked a new arrow onto his bow. The graying mage looked from Serena to John, to his companion and then to the pets that were circling around him. In his mind, he wondered how such an advantageous situation had shifted so dramatically in just a few moments.

Serena gave a wave at John, unable to clearly see him up on the roof with the cloak covering his face, but she did call out, “Thanks for the save!” as she leveled the staff at Amon. “As for you, fuckface, you think you’re all that, overpowering a girl with four of you fuckers? I will fucking end you!”

John noticed that she seemingly had a very profound love for the word fuck. He shifted his attention to Mordekai; he pondered if he needed to kill the man that lay groaning in pain on the pavement. However, before he could think long on it, a fireball came whizzing in his direction. John had to throw himself out of the way, rolling across the roof to see a hole actually burned into the edge of the roof where he had just been standing.

“No matter. I will kill both of you; the Collector will just have to pay me extra for taking out one of those greek bastards,” Amon’s voice was heard; it creaked like a broken door. More and more fireballs started to appear around him as he raised his hands. “Too bad you didn’t come quietly, girly, I would have let you live,” he leered at Serena and licked his lips, causing the girl to visibly recoil.

“Oh fuck you, you fucking creepazoid rex! I will fucking burst your fucking melon!” she spat out curse after curse, her staff striking at one of the fireballs thrown her way, causing cinders to fill the air when it exploded.

John by then had to start dodging up on the roof, jumping out of the way multiple times as he looked down. Worried about his pets he looked over, only to see that they were covered by a wall of earth and ice, both pets working together to keep themselves safe. A seemingly endless stream of fireballs being launched at Serena, him and his pets.

“Hunter! Can you get him to fucking stop that!?” Serena called at him, wielding her staff and striking at the fireballs she couldn’t dodge, hopping from left to right, quick on her feet but unable to get close enough to do anything to him.

John, busy dodging on his own, formulated a plan and sent it to Jack and Toph through their link. “I’m trying something!” he yelled back at Serena. John pulled on the bowstring, waiting for his pets to jump into action to send a rapid fire of three arrows in the general direction of Amon.

Toph and Jack sent the earthen ice wall flying towards the old mage. Toph clung to Jack’s back as the leopard dashed just behind the wall. Small earthen spikes were fired from Toph’s back, piercing the few fireballs that whizzed towards them from the side.

Amon sent his fireballs to intercept the arrows, dodging backwards as he struck out towards Jack and Toph with his hands, a fiery palm print flying from each hand, striking and pulverizing the wall when they came into contact with it. “Got you, damn critters,” he hissed with a menacing grin, only to get struck by one of the arrows John had fired, causing him to stumble forward. Jack took this opportunity to jump over Amon, raking his shoulder with his hind paws, and then landed perfectly safe behind him, continuing his dash with Toph on his back.

“Horrible creatures,” the old man hissed as he held his hands together. The small space between them started to fill up with a growing fire spear. His target was John who was putting a new arrow onto his bow. Heat seeped out from between his palms, the spear growing rapidly as more mana was added to it. When Amon grabbed it and pulled back to throw it at John, a feminine voice drew his attention.

“Hey, you fucking old coot!” Serena called out, her staff resting on the back of Mordekai’s head. “If I were you, I’d drop that spear.” She was grinning maniacally at him. “Or, you must really want your bird friend here to fucking die.”

“Amon, help me,” the bird person croaked. With his legs broken, his weapon on the ground, out of his reach, and Serena’s foot firmly planted on his back, he could do nothing but beg.

The old mage’s eyes turned bloodshot as he saw his friend threatened. He slowly lowered the spear, letting it disappear into specks of flame that returned to his hand when he opened his fist. “Alright. I surrender. Spare Mordekai, please…” he pleaded in a soft tone when he realized that John’s attacks had given Serena the time she needed to get around him.

Serena looked at John and waved him down. “First off, give me that collar.” Her words were cold as she held out her free hand and put a bit more weight on her leg, causing Mordekai to weeze.

Amon put his hand into his robe and pulled out the black collar he had in his hand before. As he wanted to approach, Serena thought of something and stopped him.

“On second thought, you stay right there. Hunter, do me a favor and take that collar from him,” she requested from John. Said hunter had let himself drop from the roof and was now on ground level with them.

“Sure,” was all he said as Jack and Toph joined him, each standing to one side of him, Jack’s teeth on clear display and Toph’s eyes trained on Amon; the moment he would do something would no doubt be the last moment he ever experienced. John reached out and took the collar from the old man, seeing from up close just how much damage Jack’s claws could do. Amon’s robes started to be stained by the blood oozing from his shoulder. “Now what?” John asked Serena.

“Now you open it up and put it around his neck,” she responded. “He planned on using it to turn me into his eager sex ****… I bet I can think of something way more fun to do with it.” She spat on the ground in front of Amon after saying that.

John did as he was tasked. He opened the black collar, then placed it around the man’s neck. Amon had his hands raised at the sky by that point, showing he was not going to resist. “Do with me as you will,” he said softly. “But please, get him to a healer.”

The moment the collar clicked shut, Serena shook her head. “No deal.” And with that, she struck out with her staff, a vibration traveled through it, and with a dreadful scream, Mordekai’s eyes burst apart, his life ended just like that.

+120 exp

“You threatened to **** me, you wanted to sell me, you attacked me without provocation,” Serena yelled at his face. “If this guy hadn’t come in, I would have been **** to do who knows what by you!” Serena walked over to Amon and stared into his eyes, grabbing him by the collar and inserting some of her mana into it. “Your orders are as follows,” she hissed. “You will go back to where you came from and tell the Collector the following: The Wild Hunt is coming for her, and when we do, she won’t get off as easily as you did.” Serena was resting on her staff by then, her body shaking as she spoke, “When you have passed on that message, you will ignite your own mana and kill yourself. Now. Go. Get out of here.”

Amon’s eyes showed utter terror as the **** collar **** him to comply. He shook his head, but his body started to march off. After a few moments, John got a notification that he could exit the barrier at any time, showing he had left.