Have you ever had something fragile fall from your hands, or watch an object soar through the air to impact a solid surface. I felt that such a scenario perfectly explained the current moment I now found myself in.

The sound of pounding feet’s, racing hearts and labored breathing. I could feel every roar, every growl and every grunt of my soldiers. They were blood thirsty, they were ready, they were going to be killers and they were quite ready to die. And with all this ruckus, this insane march of death and mutual destruction, there’s just that little flicker of silence.

That moment when you hold your breath just as you are about to impact the surface of the water. That second that you close your eyes when the first rays of a new born sun to touches your face. That calm before the storm, that moment passed right in front of my eyes, the seconds just before my soldiers crashed Into the Nagas. It was beautiful to be honest, and weak as I was I felt an intense urge to be right at the forefront.

My blood boiled in anticipation as I very much wanted to be part of the people who took the fight to our enemies. My hunger came back with a rush and intensity I haven’t felt since Xaseah first fed me human blood. I wanted to give in to my basest instinct, to tear into my enemies and engorge my self on their blood. I couldn’t help myself, but I wouldn’t blame myself either.

After all even though I am a vampire, I was still very much a Revenant, the lowest breed of vampire and a being driven by its own hunger and desires. My fangs ached fiercely and I wanted to feel the rush of warm blood down my throat and feel its soft texture at the tip of my tongue and softness of my lips.

And then they met, it was an intense and fulfilling sound, that one moment when the world stood still just so that two forces can clash. This ancient dance of death and survival. The clanging of metallic armors and weapons, the dull thud our specially crafted stone weapons made when they impacted and pierced the flesh of our enemies. The flash of magic, the howls of werewolves, the hisses of Nagas and the yells of vampires, dark elves and humans were accompanied the sweet, sweet symphony of bodies falling to the ground never to rise again. This was war, and for some reason, I loved it.

There was a loud bang beside me, it was enough to draw me out of my stupor and blood lust, but the ensuing damage left me in awe. I already felt that this weapon of Xaseah’s was familiar, but seeing its capabilities with my own eyes left me in awe.

In mere seconds or even just a fraction of a second when I heard that bang, the huge head of a werewolf was completely blown up. Such damage sent my blood tingling in fright and euphoria. Such power was greatly appreciated, but of course we were now the target of several dark spells from the Naga warlocks.

With that taken into consideration both Xaseah and I had to move our asses just so that we were not blown into pieces by raining balls of black explosive darkness. We moved back to a relatively safe distance and watched the fight from there.

I heard a roar and looked up just in time to see Soren relief a human of his head and take a chomp off another’s left arm. And from then on he was a whirlpool of destruction as he tore into the invaders with great prejudice.

But our enemies were not the only ones falling, loath as I was to admit, they were infinitely better at killing than we were for every single member of theirs we sent to the afterlife, they sent five of us there too. They had great mastery over their magic, with extreme ability to cause damage in a large scale and on a regular basis. Not to mention the Nagas and werewolves were extremely agile and strong, and they were being protected by a shield of red lights that clung to their skin almost like the dome I created a few minutes ago. It was taking us a lot of time to break through the red shield, it was too damn strong and very resistant, but it was not invulnerable.

My eyes swept across the battlefield to rest upon two elaborately dressed humans. Weavers. I was shocked at their presence, but I knew it could also equally spell doom for us.

I turned my head quickly towards Xaseah and pointed with my hand towards their direction.

“Xaseah those two are weavers, get rid of them fast!”

Xaseah did not say much after that, she quickly got down on one knee and raised the gun up and setting her sights on the weavers. The clamor of battle still pervaded the gloom of the pit, so with the intense assault from our side we were relatively ignored.

I saw the symbols inscribed on the gun lit up, before I head that bang again. This time however the sound left my ears screeching and left me deaf for a few moments. However unlike when Xaseah first shot her gun and completely obliterated a werewolf, the weaver was not hurt.

Instead a blood red shield came I to existence to block the projectile of the gun. But even with the shield, there was still enough power to throw the weaver off his feet. Once again I still admired the power of the gun, but it was now more obvious to me that this gun was made by a weaver. Which raised the question how was it possible for Xaseah to get a weapon created by a weaver and in the pit of all places.

But this was not a question that could be asked on the battlefield. Everybody was entitled to their own secrets, but some secrets could also be extremely dangerous. Our attempt to kill the weaver failed, but it was enough to bring the enemy’s attention on us.

Due to that we were now under a more concentrated stream of attack from the Nagas. We were quite a distance away from them, but that did not stop them from using magic against us.

Xaseah and I were now forced to run around evading the constant stream of magic that dropped, exploded and eroded things and people around us. We could have been relatively safe on the battlefield if we had just chosen to stay put, with the amount of attack being thrown at us, it was quite obvious to us how much of an importance the Nagas placed on the weavers.

Xaseah and I quickly circled around a pillar effectively taking cover from the barrage of enemy fire. Hiding here would do us no good, though I was sure that the previous actions of the Nagas had alerted everyone to the importance of the nobly dressed humans behind them.

It would very much be a repeat of what just happened to us, now the vampires and dark elves will focus their attacks on them instead.

“We can’t stay here forever.” Xaseah said.

“I know, let me think of something.” I replied back in a huff.

Then all of a sudden Xaseah grabbed me and moved with me, using a speed so extreme I felt as if my skin would peel from my bones. Immediately we moved I heard a whoosh of air as the spot we previously occupied was completely blown to smithereens.

The shockwave from the explosion threw us quite a distance away from each other sending us crashing and rolling on the ground like balls from a children’s game. I hurt all over, and coupled with my previous weakness what I just experienced was not good for me at all. Xaseah was about ten meters away from me, but she was already on her feet with her gun at the ready and aiming at the person who attacked us.

But before she could take her shot, she was hit by thick trunk which was accompanied by an eerie hiss. She was flung back some more as she impacted some sheds and baskets that were lying around spilling the contents all over the place. Her gun was already torn from her grasp and was lying close to her assailant.

It was a Naga, he was not any different looking or dressed than his peers, the only notably thing to mention was that he was currently about to throw a ball of black flames in my face. And to be honest I did not relish having that thing touch my face.

But no matter what I had to buy time for Xaseah to get back on her feet. She was a whole lot stronger than me, and I was not strong enough to take on a Naga by myself, even Xaseah was flung around like a feather in a winter storm.

I ran towards the Naga rapidly shortening the distance between the two of us, some would say that this was the most suicidal move they have ever seen, and they would be right. I was not completely sure why I was not going the other way instead, at least that way I would have a better chance of evading the Nagas attacks, however I also knew the more distance I put between Xaseah and myself the more advantage that this Naga gains.

The Naga threw the black flames with such flourish that just before I slid beneath it, I could not help but admire the elegance of his movements. As the black flames flew over me, I did not really feel heat, all I felt was an intense feeling of dustiness and old wood.

I had no reservations of that fire having the ability to burn, but it could also rot. I suppressed a shudder as I got back up on my feet, I was already three meters away from the Naga, but still I was not able to see his lower half as it swung towards me. And much like Xaseah a few moments ago, I was flung away, but luckily or unlucky for me the tower which we had taken refuge behind a few minutes ago was right behind me. And with a rather jarring thud that shook me deep to my bones I impacted hard on the wall of the tower, throwing down some tools and implements that were lying around on the edge of the staircase that swirled around the tower.

This was the residential area of the green district, which meant they’re would be harder things to hit, and it would not be a pleasant experience. I could feel my fangs poking a hole through my lips as blood dripped down. But even with the pain I could feel myself healing albeit a little bit to slowly. At this point in time the only thing I could do was cry for help, and the only person left to listen was Soren. He heard me, but he did not say anything either, all I felt was a trickle of soul and mental energy, it was nothing substantial but more than enough for me to teach this Naga a lesson in pain.

The Naga had ignored me and was making his way towards Xaseah who had already gotten to her feet and was wielding a pair of swords waiting for the Naga to come close. (Seriously where did she get swords from). It seems that she was the Naga's target this time, and it could be mostly be attributed to the fact that she was the one who shot the gun.

But are these Nagas blind or something, did they not see me standing right in the middle of a field of bodies as I made a shining blue dome, huh. Considering that the Nagas were not clamoring to kill me, it meant that they had not discovered that I was a weaver. How that worked I had no idea I was pretty sure I was lit up like a Christmas tree.

I shakily got back on my feet,, and my hand clutched a few pieces of rock that was dislodged from the tower after I had hit it. I started running almost the same time the Naga began to move his hands rather strangely, almost as if he was dancing, then he raised them above his head and a big shapeless form of darkness came Into existence with hints of lightening running through it.

I felt coldness grip my heart, that spell did not look like it had any good intentions in mind. I clutched my hands and threw the stone I was holding. It made a beautiful arc through the air as its dark blue glow gave off light like a lighthouse beacon. Once the stone hit the back of the Naga there was a sharp explosion that threw him forward towards the rapidly approaching Xaseah who slid on her knees as she swung her swords sideway at the Naga who was rapidly flying past her with no control over his momentum.

There was a screech and a spark of flames as Xaseah’s sword scrapped across the Nagas black armor. I was able to notice that red light on his armor as Xaseah’s sword did no damage but leave a few scratches on the formerly pristine armor.

Xaseah use her own momentum to sheath her sword behind her and grab her gun before she ran to stand beside me.

“Their armors are resistant to physical attacks”. She said to me with a little trepidation in her tone.

“Yes they are, but from what I have been able to observe, they are not completely immune to magic, especially my weaves. Not to mention your gun seems to have some degree of magic on it, so it can cause damage but not outright kill them like that werewolf.”

After our short conversation we prepared ourselves as our Naga friend shakily got up from where he had landed after being thrown by the blast of the stone I weaved on. His back was turned towards us, but when I saw his back I could not help but take a step back as my eyes widened. His entire armor had melted off and much of his flesh and inner organs were on display.

It was quite clear I had vastly overestimated that defense of the Nagas, or underestimated the power of my weaves. The Nagas always moved with a sort of grace that could be attributed to their snake half, but at the moment this Naga was swaying and moving almost like a drunk on his last legs. I found it incredibly amusing, and would have quite contented myself to stand there and watch the Naga sway himself to death.

But Xaseah was built of tougher stuff than me, there was already a breach in the Naga’s armor, and our enemy was still reeling from my previous attack. It was a perfect opportunity to attack and Xaseah took it.

She lifted her gun to her shoulders and shut one eye, then she aligned it directly for the open hole and wound on the Nagas back. There was a soft hum and the runes on the gun lit up followed by it’s telltale bang. Somehow it seemed like there was more power behind this shot than the previous ones. the bullet directly exploded the entire thorax and much of the Naga’s head, painting the rocky floor red as streams of blood and guts fell haphazardly on the ground.

I had my mouth open at the gory scene, I have ripped out a persons throat before, but this……this was something else.

“If you don’t close your mouth something unexpected might fly in.” Xaseah admonished.

I turned around in a huff given her no chance to say anything else. I knew for fact that it was incredibly childish of me, but I just didn’t care. Xaseah had a penchant for always pushing my buttons.

With nothing left to say and the heavily mutilated corpse of a naga behind us, we headed straight for the battlefield. Somehow this Naga had been able to bypass hundreds of vampires and dark elves who would love nothing more than to tear him apart if they had gotten even a whiff of his scent. But he went past them almost as if he was invisible and tried to kill me and Xaseah.

At this point in time it would be a gross mistake to underestimate the abilities and trump cards they have in their repertoire, due to that I was not sure if we were safer off the battlefield or on it where other vampires and dark elves could watch our backs and prevent us from getting assassinated.

When we both caught sight of the battlefield again, the first thing we noticed was how much more vampire and dark elves had fallen. We have taken a huge loss to reduce the numbers of our enemies. From where I was standing, there were only about fifteen of them left, non of them were werewolves, two were humans, both weavers were still alive, the remaining thirteen were Nagas, and right at the forefront of them, cutting down any vampire or dark elves that dares to face him, was A naga that was outfitted very differently from the rest.

His armor was still pitch black, but there were highlights of gold and red that complimented the color of his skin. And unlike other Nagas he was holding a mace of above average length. The mace was already dangerous looking, but the cloud of darkness roiling around it gave it an even more eerie and dangerous look.

Our eyes met, and it was almost as if everything went silent. I did not need words to know that this guy was their leader, that he was my enemy, and that he very much wanted to kill me. I could feel his hate, his anger and his frustration. It was deep, on a very personal level, it was almost as if I killed his puppy or something, but I was sure it was more than that.

There were invisible sparks in the air as our gazes remained glued to each other, if this guy wanted a fight, I was more than willing to give it to him. In fact that look on his face cultivated an intense feeling of excitement within me. My fangs poked out of my gums again as my hunger flared, but this time I had an urge not for blood of any kind, but for the life and soul of that Naga.

I wanted to watch him bleed out, I wanted to see despair in his eyes as his soul leaves his body only to float to the ever after. I wanted to see the lights dim within those serpentine pupils. I wanted to kill him, and I could read just as much from his gaze that he badly wanted to kill me too.

But our gazes had become more than just a look of animosity, it became an open and unspoken invitation between the two of us, a n invitation to a DANCE OF DEATH.