Teh Vs. WTF (4 of 3):  Glory Be Unto...Follow

"Sister Deedlit!" Zephie exclaimed as she saw the battered elvaan make her way toward the village.

"Zephie, is Phyree alright?"

"She told us to go ahead. Wiryu and some other elvaan woman were on our heels."

"Elvaan woman? What about Yekan?"

Arcanis spoke up, "If Wiryu and that elvaan-welvaan survived my firaga, Yekan probably-wobably did, too."

Deedlit furrowed her brow in thought and a bit of pain as Zephie used her magic to knit the general's wounds. "You two, get out of here. Arcanis, protect Zephie with your life. If something should happen to Phyree, she is next in line to assume the cloth and pulpit."

The opportunist's eyes lit up and his mind whirred at his luck in life. "You have honor-wonor, General Deedlit."

Deedlit nodded and took Zephie by the shoulders, "You must do this. You must return to Teh City and await word of things here in Hybra." Her plea was met with a nod and assurance that she would be warped back home by Arcanis.

Steeling her gaze to the burning village, General Deedlit had to hurry. A possible three versus one situation did not bode well for Teh One True Phyree, as battle competent as she was. In a burst of energy, strong, lithe legs pushed the elvaan warrior forward.

"We meet again, Wiryu," Phyree was somber.

"Indeed." Linkka shifted uncomfortably at the dialogue. All WTF Wiryu had to do was blink the right way and her full fury and jealousy would be unleashed.

"Where is my former minister, Yekan?"

"Dead! Your little taru mage killed her outright!" Linkka's anger was boiling over, the winded shifted and smoke blew past her making her appear as if she was literally steaming.

"What Linkka here says is true. She's dead, Phyree. You will be soon as well and we can finally end this unjust rule." Wiryu's stomach knotted as he said it, but his escort's hand on his shoulder seemed to empower him.

With hammer and shield at the ready, High Priestess Phyree tightened her body and prepared to take on two opponents. She wasn't without some advantagious tricks, though. She knew how to fight Wiryu, but Linkka was the x-factor. The spells she had hoped to use to bring down the leader of WTF would have to be wasted delaying his attack dog.

In a literal flash, Phyree shouted with divine fury. Linkka nearly dropped her swords as she clutched her eyes, blind. Wiryu couldn't react fast enough and his elvaan was encompassed in searing, holy light. She screamed. The next second, the tarutaru's armor seemed to be electrifying his flesh. It wasn't disabling, but painful white lines resembling cracks in his armor shifted across his body. Out of fast spells, Teh One True Phyree charge WTF Wiryu.

A hammer was brought down with vengeful reckoning. A parry with his great katana was Wiryu's only hope. Being smaller and weaker, he was at a disadvantage. He staggerd back, trying to deflect the flurry of blows.

"You hume ****!" Linkka was nearly frothing at the mouth in seething rage and defensive love. The elvaan's vision had cleared, and she tossed aside a small, empty vial of healing potion. Wiryu caugt the break in pace he needed as Phyree turned to confront the larger threat, quite literally.

"Sister Phyree!" It was Deedlit running toward the fight. She extended a hand in front of her and a gust of wind blew from her fingertips. Wiryu was blown back before he could get in an opportunistic strike.

Linkka sneered in a twisted smile. "So, you have your own elvaan ***** to sic on your enemies like Wiryu does. Let's see which dog has sharper teeth." Deedlit was ready with her sword and buckler and stood firm to the charging woman. The white and red haired elvaan fought furiously. It was almost a deadly and beautiful dance with each other.

Yekan came within sight of the battle. The former Minister of Religion for the Tehan people saw Wiryu stitting up from the ground shaking his head and that he was suffering from the effects of dia. The blonde hume stopped short and cast erase. Wiryu looked as his body was cured of his ailment and his pain eased. It was all Yekan could muster in her condition and she nearly collapsed.

The tarutaru looked behind him and saw his vizier alive! "Yekan! I thought you were killed by Arcanis!"

"Linkka attempted to murder me, she ran me through with her swords." Yekan coughed, blood flecking her hand over her mouth.

Before he could get up, Phyree shouted behind him. Distracted, he never heard her run up. The squirrely taru rolled to the side and a hammer slammed where his head had been. His katana arced up but was deflected by the priestess's shield.

"Sister Phyree!" Yekan managed to shout.

Phyree looked up in shock, a fatal move. Wiryu's great katana emerged from the back of her gut. Yekan shouted in horror, Phyree stared out as she had before the battle with hazed eyes, and Wiryu simply lay on his back in shock that he had finally seemed to achieve his goal.

The moment dropped when Linkka screamed. Deedlit had given her a vicious gash, enough to make her drop a sword. Wiryu was torn now between the elvaan and the hume who both needed him at the same time. Phyree's whispers stopped. Though impaled, she had been chanting the mantra to summon her most powerful banishing spell.

Yekan hobbled forward. "No Phyree, please don't cas-" It was too late. The third tier of banishment was released at point blank. Wiryu's body was consumed in light and searing heat. He screamed loudly. Yekan's eyes watered from the misery of the sight in front of her. She hand't meant for it to be this way. She had joined forces with Wiryu to maintain peace, to prevent the attrition that took place this day. She wanted to council him slowly away from war and more toward peace talks and negotiations.

In the end, this is what it always came to. Societies and ideals are built up so high, so arbitrarily, that they are bound to collapse. The survivors then try to rebuild again in and endless cycle. Yekan, defeated, succumbed to her last resort. She reached inside her hip pack and pulled out a goblin bomb she aquired along her diplomatic journeys. "It has to come to this."

Linkka beat back Deedlit. Both elvaan women were sweating and panting. Both were fueled on by their extreme lust for blood and undying love for their leaders. It hurt to do, but the redhead parried a thrust and punched the white-haired general square on the cheekbone with her injured arm. Deedlit was staggered and bleeding from a cut that was opened.

A burst of light came from behind and both women heard Wiryu scream. Simultaneously, they looked to see what had just happened. They screamed. Linkka for seeing Wiryu writhe, burning on the ground; Deedlit for seeing Phyree run through. Linkka wheeled around and laid the Tehan general flat out before running further down the street to catch up to the scene.

Sharp warrior eyes caught Yekan, teary-eyed, running toward them as well. In her arms seemed to be a small Kazham pineapple or... "A goblin bomb?!"

Wiryu, Yekan, and Phyree were all nearly dead from injuries and exhaustion. Yekan shouted to them and herself "I'm sorry, but this must all end!" Four eyes managed to look up and two hands reached out, shaking. Grasping for angelic mercy, or perhaps attempting to ward off demonic sentencing. In a white-hot fireflash, all three were consumed.

Linkka was lowed to the street. She hissed in pain as she fell on her lacerated arm. Deedlit cried at the beautiful light which had taken her Phyree from this world. Though watery eyes, she saw her rival elvaan stand up and begin to stagger away. In a moment of softness, Deedlit felt for Linkka who must be feeling the same way she did. Then two battle-weary eyes looked up at the grey, late fall sky.

"It's going to rain soon," thought Deedlit as she lay spent and exhausted in the grass.

"It's going to rain soon," Zephie idly commented to Arcanis, "I wonder how Phyree and Deedlit are doing."

Arcanis the Dire was laying on a pile of soft pillows in the meditation room behind the balcony Phyree used to give her public addresses on but was now occupied by a mithra. "I can'taru say-way for sure, priestess."

"No...I suppose not."

"Justaru in case things go baddy-waddy," Arcanis lacked tact, "what will we do?"

"I will have to assume the mantle of High Preistess of Teh. With Fuzzle dead and most of the students the same, I would hope you would take over the university and help us rebuild." Her voice was shaky, her confidence and experience low.

Arcanis smiled. A whole magic academy at his disposal not to mention the gratitude and, if he worked things right, affection of the high theocrat of the land. The taru had come a long way from being a ruthless, lowly brigand. He was enjoying himself very much, a perverse turnaround from the rest of Teh Island.

Zephie turned around and walked inside. "I just want this all to end..."

"I will end this," Linkka fumed, "I will kill every last loyal Tehan if it is the last thing I do! I will have my revenge. I will rule this land with an iron fist! Teh Island will be the most feared nation in Vana'diel!" She closed her fist, wincing from the cut on her arm.

"With Wiryu gone," she continued, "WTF is gone with him. I will have to begin again, to rebuild from the ashes. I will need a legion of warriors to wage a neverending onslaught against the weakened Tehan forces...Linkka's Onslaught Legion...LOL." A cruel smile formed on her lips. "LOL".

I'm going to eat you linkka :D

P.S phyree, you rock

You did great, it was rather unexpected when wiryu asked so thanks for including me.

Just means that my job is not done yet.